Behind the grand doors of the Rajvanshi mansion lies more than wealth and power - it holds unbreakable bonds, fierce protection, and love stories written by destiny. The Rajvanshis are known for their dominance in the business world, but inside their home, they are brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters who would burn the world to ashes for the ones they love. When love enters their lives in unexpected ways, each couple must face misunderstandings, past scars, and outside enemies. But one thing remains constant - no one stands alone in a Rajvanshi. Because once you become a Rajvanshi, you are protected... forever.

Tara Rathor. Princess of Jodhpur by birth, rebel by choice. A journalist who doesn't just report the truth-she hunts it. Fearless, sharp-mouthed, and dangerously curious, Tara has a habit of digging where powerful men bury their sins. Royal blood may run in her veins, but defiance fuels her soul. Ayansh Sharma. Mafia heir. Predator in a tailored suit. Heir to an empire built on blood, silence, and loyalty. Family is his weakness-and his excuse. He doesn't believe in mercy, only control. People don't cross him and live long enough to regret it. She chases stories that can destroy empires. He is the empire she was never meant to uncover. When Tara's investigation leads her into Ayansh's world of crime, shadows, and death, truth becomes a liability and survival a gamble. He should silence her. Break her. End her. Instead, he watches her fight him-unafraid, unbroken. Because she doesn't tremble at his violence. And he doesn't know how to resist her fire. In a game where secrets demand blood and love is the deadliest mistake- what happens when the journalist becomes the mafia heir's obsession? Power. Danger. Desire. And a love dark enough to ruin them both. 🖤🔥

Niharika Oswal always believed her life was painfully normal-until the day Rihaan Singh Rathore put a mangalsutra around her neck and turned her world into the opening chapter of every dark romance novel she had ever devoured at 2 a.m. She should have been terrified. Any normal girl would be. But she wasn't normal. She was an extrovert with a dramatic heart, an overactive imagination, and a deep, slightly embarrassing love for stories where the hero kidnapped the heroine, married her out of revenge, and then fell hopelessly in love with her. Except... in her story, only she was in love. Rihaan wasn't. He stood beside her now, tall and unreadable, his jaw stiff with anger he didn't bother hiding. He thought marrying her was the perfect way to strike her father where it hurt most. He didn't know she'd spent years secretly crushing on him. He didn't know she'd fantasized about this exact moment-minus the revenge plot, of course. As the priest blessed their forced union, Rihaan leaned down and whispered, voice dark and edged with bitterness, "This marriage is my revenge, Niharika. Don't expect anything else." She should have cried. She should have broken. Instead, her stupid, romance-corrupted heart skipped a beat. God, she thought, I really am the target audience for dark romance. She looked up at him and smiled-small, soft, and annoyingly hopeful. He married her to ruin her father. She married him because she couldn't imagine being anyone else's bride. And somewhere between his anger and her secret excitement... their story truly began.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

This is a story of four brothers. The brothers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for each other in childhood but what will happen when they grow up and find their partners. Will their partners also understand their love for each other or Will they try to create conflict between them? It is a multicouple story. The story will involve brotherhood, bromance and romance at the same time.

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?

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

A single mother, a forbidden age gap, and a temptation society will never forgive.

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