꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, princess see? Your papa is alright" He said softly and stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between in hiccups She hugged him tightly like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why God gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then at her Mr. Handsome And burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

Completed AHANA RAGHUWANSHI She was once the light in every room- the girl whose laughter felt like home, whose presence made everything warmer. But that girl is gone. Now she is quiet, distant, and cold. She speaks only when necessary. Her laughter... the one everyone cherished... has faded into silence. It took just one incident. Someone thought they lost their sister's love. Someone was left wondering why their best friend left... and why no one stopped her. Someone lost a daughter. Someone lost their sunshine. In the end, everyone lost her- and that loss changed everything. Once loved, now misunderstood. No one wanted it this way... but one misunderstanding was enough. And now, they all move on like machines, pretending nothing broke. But what if she returns? Not as their sunshine... but as a broken girl with walls too high to reach. Will they ever know the truth? Will she ever be herself again? Their princess is back. But... is she still the same innocent soul?

Heart series book 1

Siya a sweet, calm and composed girl, lived her 17 years of life as an orphan on a completely different continent not aware of her true identity, her family. She is a girl who lives her life while doing adjustments, learned the reality of the world in a harsh way and at the of 18 has to earn money to fulfill her needs. What happens when she comes to know her true identity, that everything she has gone from was because of someone else, for the one thing she always craved was snatched from her. What happens when the truth finally comes out?

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

Radhe Radhe 🦚 Inaaya Raizada is fifteen, fearless, and full of mischief. Growing up in a mansion filled with laughter, bodyguards, and strict bedtime rules, she believes her powerful family runs a chain of luxury businesses. What she doesn't know? They rule the city's underground. Her Papa, uncles, and brothers aren't just rich - they're dangerous. But to them, Inaaya isn't just their little girl. She's their heartbeat. Their secret. And the one line no enemy dares to cross. But what happens when the princess starts asking questions? When someone outside dares to notice her? The game of secrets is about to begin.

"Naina: The Caged Heiress" Behind the grand walls of power and prestige, lives a girl hidden from the world-Naina Rajvansh, the forgotten daughter of royalty. Bound by secrets and shadowed by a haunting past, her existence is a mystery even to herself. But fate begins to change when Rudhveer Rai Singhania, a powerful yet broken man, crosses paths with her. As pasts collide and truths unfold, will love be enough to heal scars buried too deep? Or will the weight of legacy crush them both? ---

INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors. In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life. In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken. A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing. Avantika (whispers, trembling): They'll take her from me... like they took everything else... Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip. NANI (weakly): She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy... AVANTIKA: They don't know. They never knew she existed. NANI: He's your blood too... Rishi... find him... # 1 bhai( 6/ 7/25) #1 little sister( 12/7/25) #3 brothers (8/7/25) #3 bhaiya(8/7/25) #1 indore(7/7/25) #1 love triangle (6/8/25) #4 india (9/8/25 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

･ﾟ: ✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ✦ :･ﾟ Some stories don't end... they linger. In the quiet corners of your mind, in the shadows you pretend not to see, this one was never truly gone-it was just waiting... breathing slowly beneath the surface, growing darker, deeper, more dangerous. And now that you're here again, there's no turning back. Because once you step into this world, it doesn't just tell a story... it consumes you ✦ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦ ✦ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 • 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 • 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ✦ ✦ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This story contains dark romance themes, age gap, and some violence. Reader discretion advised. ✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ❀ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦ ✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ He doesn't believe in warmth. Not in people, not in promises. Abhimaan Rathore is the kind of man who keeps his distance-not because he has to, but because he chooses to. His silence isn't empty... it's deliberate. Every word he withholds, every glance he gives, carries weight. There's no chaos in him, no visible anger-just a quiet, controlled coldness that makes people step back without knowing why. He doesn't lose control. He doesn't lose himself. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. Because in his world, attachment is weakness... and he doesn't allow himself to be weak. ✦ 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 ✦ Ishika Mehra isn't the kind of person who waits to be understood. She speaks when she wants to, walks away when she needs to, and doesn't waste time explaining herself to anyone. There's a sharp clarity in the way she carries herself-steady, unapologetic, and fully aware of her place. She doesn't believe in unnecessary attachments or empty words. If something matters, she holds onto it. If it doesn't, sh