The sin series - Book #2 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 He was raised in blood, Built by betrayal and silence. A Bratva heir who trusted power more than people, And love was the one thing he never believed in. She entered his world through an arranged marriage, A girl full of warmth, faith, and life. He spoke Russian. She spoke English. Yet somewhere between broken words, lingering stares, and quiet care, Two completely different worlds began to understand each other. What started as distance, Slowly became attachment. And then... love. But love was never meant to stay untouched in a world ruled by blood. One lie separated them. One enemy destroyed everything. She left carrying his unborn child, While he disappeared into darkness for years. Now after fifteen years, fate brings them back together again But not everything returns the same. Their son, Carries his blood, his eyes, his silence... But not his name in his heart. He talks to everyone except him. Laughs with others, listens to others, Yet treats Ilya like a stranger standing inside his own home. A father who lost fifteen years. A son who grew up without one. And between them stands Aarvi Still the only person capable of softening the monster the world fears. In a world of mafia wars, revenge, family, and second chances, Can broken bloodlines learn to become a family again? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 × 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⋆.˚✮ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✮˚.⋆ Start - 8/6/2026 End -

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.

What happens when a kingdom discovers a truth that was never meant to exist? The king of Himachal Pradesh. Five powerful princes-raised to believe they knew their bloodline, their legacy, their family. Until one truth shatters everything. There is another heir. A princess. Hidden. Erased. Unspoken. A princess whose very existence was buried by her own mother. Mahnoor-a Vitiligo princess, marked by difference, raised far away from the kingdom that should have been hers. Living in Italy, unknown to the world that was meant to bow to her. While her brothers rule with power and pride... she lives in silence. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the truth finally surfaces-when the king and his sons discover the daughter they never knew existed-blood will question blood, power will clash with truth, and a forgotten princess will return... not just to be seen- but to be reckoned with. Because some heirs are born into crowns... and some are hidden from them.

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?

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

​He was born with power in his veins and darkness in his name. ​Viraj Rajawat - ruthless heir, protector by vow, sinner by destiny. The world feared him. The empire obeyed him. ------------------------------------------------------------------ My control slipped. I stood, moving toward her. One step. Then another. The space between us disappeared I reached for her waist slow, deliberate my fingers resting lightly at first, then firmer when she tried to step back. "And how do I look at you, Rani Sa?" I asked. For the first time I'm touching her without thinking about anything. Her breath hitched. "Chhodiye hume, Rana Sa," she whispered. "Naa," I murmured, leaning closer, my voice dropping low, dangerous. "Pehle uttar dijiye, phir sochenge." Her pulse fluttered beneath my hand; I could feel it. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Kaisa uttar, hume koi uttar gyat nahi..." I smiled the kind that didn't reach my eyes. "Acha, toh mat dijiye uttar... hum bhi nahi chhodenge." ------------------------------------------------------------------ My thumb traced her jawline, slow, reverent. "Don't be too smart, Rani Sa,"I whispered. "You're making it harder for me to let you leave this room." She blinked up at me, whispering, "Arthath?" I smiled then a small, dangerous smile.Because if she didn't know what that meant yet... she soon would. Her question "Arthath?" hung between us, soft as breath, sharp as temptation. She tried to step back, but the edge of the table stopped her. "Rana Sa..." she whispered, "aap bahut badle-badle lag rahe hain." "Badle?" I chuckled. "No,Princess. This is the same man you met under the palace dome. You're just seeing Nirlajj version of me." Tropes 21st century x 17th century Greenflag x sunshine Cursed x Redeemer Rana Sa x Rani Sa Rana x Rajkumari Ruthless x Kind

In the 18th century, Princess Siya Kumari of Mewar Face a swayamvar arranged by her father, knowing her choice was already made. Her longing for freedom contrasts with her royal duty. Meanwhile, in modern Mumbai, ruthless billionaire Ekansh Rathore dismisses emotions as weaknesses. His world collides with Siya's when she inexplicably time-travels to his era and faints in front of his car. Ekansh, intrigued by Siya despite his skepticism, helps her and begins investigating her mysterious background. Siya, disoriented by the modern world, is drawn to Ekansh's complexity, while he is captivated by her grace. Their interactions reveal a deep, unexpected connection that challenges their beliefs and emotional barriers. As their bond grows, they confront their pasts and insecurities. Facing personal demons and adapting to new realities, they find that their meeting might be more than coincidence. Their journey becomes a transformative exploration of love, healing, and a chance to reshape their destinies together. ********* Ekansh: "You know, Siya, I never believed in fate or love... not until you appeared in my life. You walked out of a different time, but it feels like you were meant to be here, in my world, with me." ................................ Author Note: ...................................................... Please first read 5 Chapters to Decide if you like or not🥲 ..................................................... feel free to comment