🔥 Absolutely - this isn't your typical lost princess fairytale. This is The Tale of the Ranawats - where bloodlines hide buried sins, power isn't inherited - it's seized, and the past doesn't just haunt... it hunts. 👑 She wasn't merely lost. She was taken. Hidden. Forgotten by the world - but never by those who remembered her name. ⚔️ This isn't about a tiara. It's about truth wrapped in betrayal, a legacy written in blood, and a girl who returns - not to reclaim a throne, but to ignite a war no one saw coming. 💥 Think secrets. 💥 Think scars. 💥 Think family dynasties, buried lies, and a kingdom that remembers what the world tried to erase. #10 in trio. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Published on ~ 03/08/2025

𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙖 x 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪 | 25 x 29 ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ. "She walked away once. He won't let her do it again." She was India's most brilliant economist - calm, poised, and untouchable. He was the nation's most ruthless External Affairs Minister - a man who commanded rooms without a word. Five years ago, Aratrika Roy vanished from his world without a reason. Abhimanyu Yadav didn't chase her. He simply watched her leave - giving her the illusion of freedom. Now, he's done waiting. And this time, she's not walking away. When she's drawn back into his orbit - through power, politics, and an engagement she never agreed to - the air between them burns with everything left unsaid. Every glance is a memory. Every touch is a warning. He wants her back - not as a choice, but as his claim. "You wanted freedom, Aratrika. But you forgot one thing- I was the only place you were ever truly free." As old sparks reignite into obsession, love becomes a weapon neither of them can control. Because between power and possession, someone always surrenders - and this time, it won't be him. ---------------------------------------------------- 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞?

Misha had buried the past and built a new life as a successful doctor. The man she once loved,a powerful businessman now was nothing but a memory. Until fate brought them face-to-face again. Invited to a casual gathering by her childhood best friends, she never expected to see him there. The same man who once held her heart... and broke it. Now, years later, standing in front of her with the same piercing gaze, he asks for a second chance. Will she forgive the past? Or will old wounds prove impossible to heal?

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

He was never supposed to be mine. Three years older. My best friend's brother. Off-limits in every possible way. But Ansh Raizada wasn't just anyone - He was obsession dressed as charm. Silence wrapped in control. And I wanted him to lose it... for me. I saw the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a child anymore - and I was done playing innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a slow burn set on fire. He says I shouldn't want him. But I already do. And I don't believe in stopping. This time, I'm not waiting to be chosen - I'm claiming him. Rank #3 in Romance on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #3 in India on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #2 in New Adult on 21/03/2026🥈

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣.............. She was forced to marry a man twenty years older, her future decided without mercy. But minutes before the vows, the groom vanished. In his place stood a stranger - a man just as trapped as she was. A marriage neither of them chose... yet both were forced to live. ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ Arnav Singh Rajvansh 28 year old (ORPHAN) CEO of the biggest empire THE RAJVANSH EMPIRE have biggest secret Cold for everyone... doesn't believe in love and affection... just a waste of time for him Focused on work... only work Ishita Rao 23 year old Just graduated Lived with uncle, aunt, and elder cousin bro... Never got love, just torture and hate for crimes she never committed What will happen when both of them are forced into a marriage- One who doesn't know how to love, and one who has never been loved? ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ __Tropes__ ° Forced Marriage ° CEO × future CEO ° Slow Burn Romance ° Cold x sunshine ° Romance. ° Arranged Marriage 1/2/2026- #6 in ALPHAMALE 1/3/2026-#51darkromance 1/4/2026-#115 in enemiestolovers 1/5/2026-#93 in possessive 1/6/2026-#151 in possessive 1/7/2026-#97 in enemiestolovers 1/8/2026-#13 in slowburnromance 1/9/2026-#141 in possessive 1/10/2026-#38 in arrangedmarriage 1/11/2026-#8 in slowburnromance 1/12/2026-#5 in arrangedmarriage 1/15/2026-#35 in billionaireceo

ℬℴℴ𝓀 1 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 "I want to die" Advika Sharma, a lonely girl who lost her family in a car accident 2 years back. Her world came shattering in front of her eyes while she just kept standing there seeing everything, becoming the eyewitness of her life's major tragedy. The tragedy turned a happy-go-lucky girl into a silent girl. She wanted to die at that moment but the only thing that kept her alive was taking REVENGE on the people who took away her happiness because she knew that this was not just an accident this was a PLANNED MURDER. She wanted revenge but destiny had some other plans ~Azaad parinda thi main , Par Mera par kat Diya , Mujhse Mera parivar Cheen kar, Kuch log meri duniya lut gya ~ Vivan Raichand , CEO of raichand industry , a egoistic person who thinks everything and everyone revolves around him , ended up falling for a mysterious girl who stole his heart in a single glance. ~Ek mehfil mein unka didar hua, Joh kabhi socha nahi tha voh aaj hua, Unki pyaari aankhone na huma unka deewana bana Diya, Un ke roop main hume rab ka didar hua~

His voice was hoarse as he whispered against my ear, "Shh, love. Stop being so irresistible. I want to give you something." He pulled his fingers out of my pants, leaving me empty and frustrated. My eyes snapped to his instantly, a soft whimper escaping my lips. He took out a small, velvet box from his pocket, holding it out to me silently. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to reveal a pair of delicate gold anklets, tiny diamonds and rubies scattered along the chain. I looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled softly, taking my left foot gently in his hand. He wrapped one anklet around my left ankle, securing it with a gentle click. Then he picked up my right foot, his touch reverent. "Fuck, love," he murmured, "You look even more beautiful with these." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my left ankle, right above the anklet. I gasped, he smiled against my skin before kissing my right ankle as well. "Perfect." he whispered. ⚬──────────✧──────────⚬ Aarohi Arora, a soft-spoken, seemingly fragile girl with quiet strength buried deep within her. She carries the unhealed wounds of her mother's death and the weight of her own father's resentment, learning early that love often comes with conditions. Dhruv Malhotra, a man forged in power and darkness. Cold-hearted, arrogant, and ruthlessly feared, he rules both boardrooms and blood-soaked shadows without mercy. Haunted by the brutal loss of his sister, guilt has hardened him into someone who destroys before he can feel. A wedding with no answers. A bond neither of them chose. Thrown into a mansion ruled by control and shadows, she becomes the wife he refuses to accept and the truth he can't ignore. In his eyes, she's a lie. In hers, he's a storm she never learned how to survive. AAROHI x DHRUV Book one in the burnt crown series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE)