8 years old Aarya was raised in silence, in fear, and in chains. She never knew a life beyond bruises and rules - where food was a privilege, smiles were sins, and love was just a myth. For eight years, she lived under the iron hand of her mother and her cruel boyfriend, taught to be invisible and obedient or be punished. She didn't know family, joy, or even her own worth. Until one day, everything changed. When her abusers were arrested in a drug bust, Aarya thought she was finally free. But freedom was a lie. Because this time she is captured by a monster even more dangerous, a ghost from the underworld, long thought dead. Where she learns a truth more unbelievable than fiction: she is not alone. She is the daughter of Satyaveer Malhotra - one of the most feared mafia dons in the country - and sister to three ruthless crime lords. Thrown from hell into a den of lions, Aarya finds herself in a world she cannot understand - a world of power, guns, secrets, and brothers who speak in bullets and silence. Cold, broken, and dangerous - they don't know how to love. And neither does she. But blood remembers. And somewhere beneath the scars, loyalty, and violence... a family begins to rise..........

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Silenced by trauma, she returns to six brothers who blame her for their parents' death. Her voice stolen twice - by abuse and accusation. Can she break through their hatred without words? Alternative Story of my book 'Varni' (as requested). Storyline won't be the same though. Neither will be some of the characters.

Previously called Older Brothers Part 1 Completed (Alternate version) part 2 Completed "T-trust me?" "Always." It was the promise that they were never going to break. They were seven like sins. Devious, Sly, deceptive and sharp-witted. They ruled the world of evil with no hint of mercy inside their cold hearts. A simple, timid and an unsophisticated girl who liked being on sidelines. Her little world was built on the base of lies. Until one dreadful night came, and her small world came crumbling down on the ground. Her heart was broken into pieces by pieces as she was forcefully taken into a new world that she wasn't familiar with. Will she survive or lose this battle of melting their cold hearts?

❝ When 6-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 is left at the gates of the Rajvanshi Mansion, she isn't just being dropped off - she's being 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ ✦ Traded for money by a mother who never wanted her. ✦ Handed to a father she barely knows. ✦ Placed under a roof where everyone shares her blood... but not her memories. Her new life begins in shadows. - One brother won't speak to her. - Another won't stop glaring. - And the youngest already declared: > "She doesn't belong." But the walls of the Rajvanshi Mansion hold more than cold stares. 🕯️ In quiet moments, 🕯️ Through clumsy kindness, 🕯️ And in fierce, unspoken protection - her brothers begin to change. And so does she. In a house once full of silence, she finds a place. Not by force. Not by blood. But by 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆. ⟡ 𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. ⟡

In the lush heartland of 1900s Thanjavur, tradition ruled, and class dictated destiny. But fate had other plans. Geethanjali, the daughter of the loyal headmaid in the Sarpanch's mansion, lived in the shadows of silk sarees and whispered secrets. Dusky-skinned, soft, plump, and as gentle as the breeze that swept through the jasmine-scented corridors, she had only ever known fear and obedience. Until he returned. Srinivas Raghunathan-London-polished, sinfully handsome, rich, wild, and utterly untamed. The only heir to the Sarpanch's estate. The boy who left with books and dreams came back a man with vices and sins. Women were his pastimes. Wine was his truth. But when his eyes met Geethanjali's as she bent to collect a fallen brass pot near the temple steps-his world shifted. And his obsession began. What begins as fascination soon turns into something darker. He wants her. In his arms, in his bed, in his life. But can a master fall for a servant girl? Can the Sarpanch's blood mix with that of a maid's daughter? And when the house begins to whisper, when Geethanjali's innocence is seen as rebellion, when Srinivas's madness threatens to shake the very walls of the mansion-love may demand more than surrender. It might necessitate conflict.

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

Vedika x Abhimanyu She was mute, deaf, and handicapped-an orphan from a small village after her grandfather's death. But she was a strong-willed girl, never allowing anyone to put her down. When a man mocked her for being mute, she struck him with a vase. Just four days after her grandfather's death, she was married off to a man who saw her only as a responsibility. On their wedding night, he left her-and didn't return for six months. During that time, she lived in his house, treated as nothing more than a maid, working tirelessly. Why did he leave her on their first night? And what made him come back after six long months? And most of all-was Vedika really mute?

Durga never believed love was meant for her. In a world that judged her skin, silenced her emotions, and measured her worth by marriage proposals, she kept her heart locked away. But when fate ties her to Eshwar - a man who never wanted to marry - things begin to change. A story of pain, silence, and finding love in unexpected places.

Warning This book contains triggering content. So only read it if you're sure. There's a reason there is DARK tag here.⚠⚠⚠⚠ Charita couldn't believe her eyes. Alizaira had blood flowing through the large wound in her stomach, the large wound caused by a knife plunged into her stomach. Her mouth opened in a silent 'O' but she couldn't speak . She was in Pain . Charita moved as fast as she could to save Alizaira. Alizaira let out a terrifying scream as she somehow was able to pull it out of her stomach . "Alizaira , wait , I am coming to help you." Charita said in Panic. Before she Could, Alizaira stumbled over to the edge . Charita's Pov: I ran with all the strength, my hand barely grazed hers for a few short seconds as I grabbed the knife but before I could grab her she stumbled back so fast, the next thing I knew she was falling from the rooftop. I was frozen but also heard just as she fell a large scream and loud footsteps behind me. "Baby!" Masculine deep voice echoed in air,filling it as Raktim ran towards the edge. He looked down,going still and let out a shaky gasp, whispering something softly and then his eyes met mine. Dark, Souless, Hateful .Murder in them. Some sort of promise in them. Before I knew, he was running down to his girlfriend, who lay emotionless 90 feet below.