The Rawat Empire A lost orphan girl finds a home in the most unlikely of places. Aditi, a survivor of the streets, is adopted by the Rawat family, a ruthless and powerful Mafia dynasty. As her innocence clashes with their violent world, she slowly begins to transform the hardened men of the family. Her presence becomes the empire's greatest strength, forcing them to confront their own humanity. This is a story of a family's battle against the shadows, not with force, but with love, and how a lost child becomes the heart of an empire. MAFIA LOST SISTER HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE

After her kingdom lost the war against Silla. Go Jioh, the only daughter of the 28th king of Goguryeo is forced to become concubine of the man who destroyed her kingdom.

Yao Yao was born as a little glutton, her appetite rivaling half a mountain. One day, the old Taoist who adopted her passed away in meditation. At just three and a half years old, Yao Yao had no choice but to pack her small bag and head down the mountain to find her senior master. By chance, she ended up saving a wealthy tycoon from a car accident and became the adopted daughter of the prestigious Gu family. At first, everyone in the Gu family opposed the idea. The Gu family matriarch tapped her cane and said, "Raising someone else's child? Careful not to end up with an ingrate!" The Gu family head, Gu Xuesong, said indifferently, "Picked up halfway? Who knows what kind of trouble she might bring." From the eldest to the seventh brother, their response was unanimous: "We don't want a sister!" But this little girl, rejected by the entire family, proved herself after joining the Gu household. She resolved the business partner issues that even Gu Xuesong couldn't handle, bringing in so many contracts that they couldn't sign them all. She cured the Gu matriarch's chronic leg pain, to the point where the old lady was now striding around effortlessly... Even the seven Gu brothers, one after another, benefited greatly from her presence. It was only then that the Gu family realized they had brought home a treasure. From then on, the Gu family's attitude completely changed. The Gu matriarch: "Yao Yao, do you want some cream puffs? Grandma will buy them for you." Gu Xuesong: "Yao Yao, do you want a private jet? Daddy will have one sent over to take you for a ride." The Gu brothers: "Yao Yao, do you want..." And so, Yao Yao secured herself a meal ticket-one of the highest quality! ================== Note: get access to 100+ Advance Chapters on my patreon.com/flokixy

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. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

They thought the war against tradition was won. But cities, though lit with progress, often carry shadows darker than the villages they left behind. 🌆🕯️ Years have passed since Tae and Jungkook challenged age-old customs and lit the torch of change. Now settled in Jaipur, their sons-each carrying a piece of their legacy-stand at the edge of a new battle. Jung-hyun, the elder, serves the nation in uniform 🇮🇳🪖-honour etched into every breath. Jung-woo, the younger, dreams in ink and rhymes ✍️📖-his heart stitched with verses the world hasn't yet heard. But fate has its own poetry. And sometimes, the most sacred bonds are tested in silence, in loss... and in love that dares to bloom where only ashes remain. When sindoor fades and bangles break, will society still chain a woman to the grief she never chose? Or will the next generation rise-not just to unbind, but to rewrite what love truly means? A tale of shattered vows, haunting silence... ...and the courage to begin again. 🔥💍🕊️ Get ready for a story that questions society, shakes the roots of custom, and brings you back to the soul of Unbinding Tradition-where the new generation must now bear the torch. Will they follow the rules? Or rewrite them-word by word, vow by vow?

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

? - Appa, I am so.rry. They were enga.ged too. The boy winced as a Hard hit came in contact with his soft palm. He looked at the duo, who were trying to control thier laugh, thier souls left thier body. ? - It was thier idea. ?? - I knew it, come here both of you. ?! - Samchon, I swear I tried to stop them but Minnie hyungie was admadant. ?? - You all are the biggest troublemakers of the year. Taemin - We should get an award, not punishment. Right appa? (WINKED) Taemin grinned widely, the man rubbed his temple. ?? - Situps, NOW. Five troublemakers in same house, each with different personalities, connected through heart. IN ONE WORD, THEY ARE INSEPARABLE. How thier parents are going to handle them, and stop them from making troubles? will they ever success?

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!