𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

"I'd let you peel the sanity off my skin if it means you will touch me longer." 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝. Four elite families. Centuries of power. A legacy so deeply rooted in control, corruption, and silent war---it became law. Power was never passed down---it was stolen, buried, and blood-stamped. They ruled the empire, bound together by secrets too brutal to speak aloud. Their alliances were never about trust. Only control. The heirs. They were raised for inheritance. Groomed for dynasty. But what once kept them powerful is about to tear them apart. Power will fail. Loyalties will break. The old order is cracked. Obsession is seeping into loyalty. Lust is poisoning bloodlines. And Ishq---the worst kind---might be the thing that ends it all. One wrong move, and the legacy collapses. What's buried, never stays dead.

They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

"I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 23-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 35-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (10 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

​𝒁𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒊 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒔. ​. . But what happens when they lose her in a tragic accident? . Was it truly an accident or someone's calculated ploy to destroy them? . . 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.... . . "𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒐, 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒉 𝒌𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊𝒊 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆" ~𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

Prologue She was the one who was abandoned by her family once ..... She was the one who had faced abuse at the age when all of us were being loved by our parents.... She was the one who once wanted to end her life... But now she is the one, hearing whose name, criminals shiver..... She is the pride of our Nation .... A deadly undercover agent named Kal.... Leader of famous Team Shadow, whose only aim is to protect the citizens..... But under the hard facade, there lives a small girl who is still longing for her father's love somewhere in her heart.......

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.