She was known as softness in a world that respected only steel. To the outside world, she was the kind of girl people trusted without thinking-gentle eyes, warm smiles, hands that helped before they were asked to. She believed in quiet kindness, in listening more than speaking, in healing rather than hurting. Neighbors spoke of her as too pure for this world, someone who didn't belong anywhere near danger. And yet, danger had always belonged to her. Behind the calm grace she carried so effortlessly was a mind sharper than any blade and a power no one suspected. In the shadows, under a name whispered only in fear and loyalty, she ruled a secret mafia empire-one built not on chaos, but on control. She didn't command through brutality alone; she commanded through intelligence, strategy, and an unbreakable sense of justice. She destroyed monsters so others wouldn't have to face them. Her life had always been divided into two truths: One lived in the light. The other ruled the dark. Then came the marriage. She was to be married off to a man the world already feared-a mafia king whose name carried blood, power, and legend. To everyone else, it was a dangerous alliance; to her family, a terrifying gamble. To him, she was merely a gentle bride, a beautiful weakness. But marriage doesn't just change surnames. It changes empires. As she steps into his world, her carefully balanced double life begins to crack. Secrets collide. Power shifts. And the girl everyone believed was fragile must decide whether to remain hidden in the shadows-or rise, unapologetically, and reveal that the most dangerous thing about her was never her kindness... but the fact that she had always known how to survive without losing it # 13 IN CONTROL (19/12/2025) # 5 IN FAMILYHISTORY (19/12/2025) # 3 IN FAMILYHISTORY (30/12/2025) # 41 OUT OF 55.8K BOOKS IN POWER (2/1/2026) #2 IN FAMILY HISTORY (3/1/2025) #3IN SECRETIDENTITY OUT OF 8.2k BOOKS (23/1/2025)

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

He held her wrists against the wall, his touch still soft, his forehead resting against hers. "I've spent years making sure you only see the version of me that keeps you safe," he whispered, his voice dangerously even. "Are you sure you want to see what's underneath?" Aradhya didn't say a word. She moved, slow and deliberate, shifting her hips so he couldn't ignore the heat she was radiating. She watched his eyes and the moment the brown turned to something darker, something feral. She felt his grip tighten, his knuckles turning white, a silent protest against his own rising need. She reached up and slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, her eyes locked on his as she whispered against his lips, "I'm tired of being safe, I want to burn." He let out a jagged exhale that sounded like a fracture. He didn't answer with words. He lunged, his hand sliding behind her neck to grip her hair, his thumb tracing her jawline before he shoved her back against the wall. The impact was heavy, jarring. He didn't just kiss her, he claimed her. His mouth moved with a jagged, starving pace. He was everywhere at once, his hands roaming her body with a filthy, desperate urgency, his weight pinning her so she couldn't move. He was no longer the soft, careful man, he was a tidal wave of obsession, his hands gripping her skin as he mapped every inch of her, his teeth scraping against her collarbone in a way that screamed he was past the point of no return. "Don't you ever," he hissed against her throat, his voice vibrating with a terrifying, wild intensity, "tell me to stop again."

In the early 1400s, Princess Mohana was born to break every rule of a kingdom built on tradition. The youngest daughter of King Amish and Queen Megha, she refused silk gowns for armor, etiquette for strategy, and submission for rebellion. Her heart belonged to the battlefield, her spirit untamed... until Rudra came. Prince Rudra, heir to the powerful kingdom of Avela, is a storm cloaked in ice-cold, commanding, and dangerously insatiable. He doesn't want to tame her. He doesn't want her to bend. He wants to consume every flicker of defiance, to claim her heart and body as his alone. When desire clashes with duty, Mohana is caught in a perilous game of fire and obsession. Every glance from Rudra sears, every command tempts, and every touch threatens to burn down the walls she's built around herself. Resistance is impossible. Surrender is irresistible. In a world of political intrigue, forbidden passion, and dangerous obsessions, one question remains: can a woman who refuses to submit survive a man who refuses to let go? ***** Mohana's hands were trembling as she tried to pull away, but Rudra's grip on her wrist was iron. His eyes burned into hers, dark, commanding, and impossible to resist. "Do not move," he murmured, his voice low, edged with something dangerous. "Not until I decide you may." Her pulse raced, and a shiver ran down her spine. The audacity of his control both infuriated and enthralled her. "Rudra-" she began, but he silenced her with a hand against her chest, keeping her pressed against him. "You think you have a choice?" he whispered, leaning close so that his breath fanned her ear. "I choose for both of us. You are mine, Mohana. Do you feel that? The way I'll have you, the way I will bend your fire to me? And yet..." His lips brushed against her jaw, teasing, claiming. "I will never break your spirit. Only... consume it."

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Why didn't you tell me! Ekansh asked. wasn't that night a mistake for us both, mr. Rathor! Naina said and Ekansh gazed at her. How are you going to handle it? Ekansh asked. I'm going to keep this baby, however you will not be responsible for it! Naina said. Do you even know what you are saying? Ekansh asked in disbelief. What do you expect me to do then? Abort this child? Naina asked. No! Marry me, Ekansh said and Both gaze at each other. Even if that night is a mistake for us, You both are my responsibility now, Ekansh said placing a hand on hers. No! Naina said shaking her head. I'm not brave enough to sacrifice my life, my happiness for this child and end up marrying someone who has someone else in his heart! Naina said taking away her hand and Ekansh gaze at her. I don't want to be your responsibility and live an unhappy married life which ends up blaming this child as a mistake! Naina said teary eyes and her words hit Ekansh hard. I will raise this child myself. I want us both to live a happy and loving life. Not as a mistake, Naina said caressing her stomach. Have you lost your mind! Ekansh growls. Without a father this child is considered a mistake and i don't want it to happen when I'm still alive! Ekansh yelled at Naina. Naina looked at him and tears left her eyes. Give me a chance naina please. I will take responsibility for you and our child, Ekansh said getting on his knees. I hate you! Naina said to Ekansh with teary eyes and ekansh helplessly looks at her. Just leave alone for a while, Naina said closing her eyes clenching her fist. Ekansh stared at her and walked out the door as he saw tears left her eyes. Ekansh closes her eyes and clenches his fist hearing her sobs. Will Naina agree to marry Ekansh whole heartedly? Will ekansh ever be able to love Naina? Will they ever regard each other as husband and wife or end up remaining just parents for this child? Let's find out this together.....

New Version from essence of 2023 ───୨ৎ──── May you find a love as soft as your soul, and a home that holds your healing without questions.

"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 The eldest son of Rajveer and Siya, grew up to be one fine man. He was an ambitious man and just like his father he was a politician too. Cunning and Manipulative those were the words that best described him. 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 She was a lost soul who found peace in her painting and being alone. She despised crowd and too much noise. She liked being alone