Behind palace walls where loyalty is praised and silence is demanded, one boy learns that survival can be lonelier than exile. Ahaan belongs to a royal family admired by the world-but within those gilded halls, truths are twisted, blame is inherited, and love comes with conditions. As expectations tighten and whispers grow louder, he carries wounds no one sees and secrets no one asks about. In a family bound by blood, power, and pride, trust is fragile-and some mistakes cost more than forgiveness. This is a story of unspoken suffering, misplaced hatred, and the slow, painful search for safety in a place that calls itself home. Not every palace is a sanctuary. Not every silence means peace.

Autumn is not just a season , it is home. Kuhu is eight. Old enough to notice silence. Young enough to blame herself for it. Raised by her grandparents, she grows up loved- yet surrounded by absences that no one explains properly. A mother who chose distance, a father who arrived too late, and a world that keeps asking questions she isn't ready to answer. As Kuhu steps into new classrooms, unfamiliar homes, and complicated relationships, she learns that family isn't always about blood- but about who stays, who listens, and who holds your hand when everything feels too heavy. A story about childhood, loss, belonging, and the quiet strength of a little girl learning where she truly belongs.

{ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬 } ~Slow Updates~ ~Typically It's Not Abuse, Please No Curses To Any Character In The Story~ • Strict Dad • Sweet Mom • Discipline The Hard Rule Of The Shah Family Vansh Raj Shah, The Soft Sole's Life.

{Papa's Regulations} ~𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆~ •𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔• •𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗠 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗗 •𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗔 |𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢| •14/6/25 - #3 strict parents

"Where The throne was an illusion, And the truth was forbidden"

ASP Arham Afraz, a man whose world had shrunk to crime scenes, cold bullets, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Until one phone call changed everything. "Your father, Afraz Meer, has been in an accident." A pause. "Your mother was also in the car." Mother? They must mean his father's second wife. Then came the final blow. "Your father has named you the legal guardian of your younger siblings." Wait... what? Siblings? Guardian? Did he hear that right? ____________________ Two brothers lived under the same roof, yet the bond between them was tangled in places neither of them knew how to reach. The elder one had grown up in the shadow of loss. A childhood carved by unanswered questions, by grief that arrived too early, by a night that stole more than any child should be forced to lose. And then there was the stepbrother. Unlike the older one, he had grown up wrapped in warmth, surrounded by voices that called his name with affection. He had always believed love was something you gave freely, something people naturally returned. Until his elder brother entered the house. That was when he first felt it, the distance. A quiet, cold space between them he couldn't understand, one that made him question himself in ways he never had before. For the first time, he felt unseen. At first, he mistook the pull in his chest for guilt, a silent ache telling him he owed something to the elder one whose place in the family had been dimmed for his sake. But as time passed, he understood it wasn't guilt at all. It was longing. Longing for something he had never had to fight for before, a whole family. A brother whose silence he wished he could interpret. A bond he wished he knew how to claim. A place in that guarded heart he desperately hoped wasn't locked forever. What pulled him toward the elder one was no apology. It was love. It was hope. It was the quiet belief that maybe, just maybe, broken families could still find ways to feel complete. __________

The Malik family is known for power, money, and respect. But behind the tall gates of Malik Mansion, there are secrets, hatred, and broken relationships. Emran Malik is a powerful and cold CEO. He has four sons, but he only accepts three of them. Sameer Malik, his illegitimate son, is the one he never wanted. Since childhood, Sameer was sent away first to boarding school, then abroad. He grew up alone, without love, without family. Now Sameer is back. He is no longer a weak child. He is cold, strong, and independent. But inside his heart, he still has one question "Why does his father hate him? What was his fault?" Will the Malik family accept him? Or will their hatred destroy everything? This is a story of pain, ego, brotherhood, and a son who only wanted love.

Ahsan, 17, has learned to survive on hope alone. Hope that one day his father will look at him the way he used to. Hope that the warmth he vaguely remembers wasn't just a dream. Hope that he is still worth something to someone. But hope is a fragile thing when the only person you're holding onto... has already let you go. Dive in to know more about him.

RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND OTHER STUFF. Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

Book 3 of Royal series. "Not all victories are won in war; some are won in the heart." Shattered. Broken. Alone. That was the truth Aksh chose to live with after burning every bridge that had once led him home. Betrayal had not spared him either; its flames had licked his skin, leaving marks deeper than scars. For the first time in his life, the boy who fought every battle head-on found himself with nothing left to fight for. But fate is rarely so easily dismissed. Just when Aksh begins to sink into the ashes of his own making, the one he least expects refuses to let him disappear. The eldest returns with a quiet, unyielding promise: no matter how far you chose to twist the knife, I still won't let you run. And the youngest? She simply refuses to loosen her grip, holding on with the kind of love that does not ask permission. What follows is not a war of swords, but of truths long buried and wounds long ignored. As secrets surface and silence breaks, the brothers must confront the fragile space between pride and forgiveness. Because coming home is not about crossing a threshold - it is about daring to believe you still belong there. The Forgiven Royal is a story of redemption and reckoning, of fractured bonds learning to mend, of love that survives even the fiercest infernos. Above all, it is Aksh's journey toward the hardest victory of all... forgiving himself... and allowing himself to be forgiven.