Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

# Book No 2 .. By Bhanu ki Kalam se.. ADHYA X MRIDUN ⭐ ADHYA SINGH RATHORE - TSARINA OF THE DRAK DOMINION. A storm disguised as a woman, Adhya Singh Rathore is the ruthless Russian Tsarina who rules the underworld with elegance and intellect. Her piercing green eyes can silence a room, holding secrets deeper than the Siberian frost she was raised in. With cascading curls that fall to her waist and a beauty both regal and dangerous, she is a vision of power wrapped in mystery. Adhya doesn't believe in mercy-only strategy. Every move she makes is calculated, every word laced with purpose. Her emotions are locked behind an iron wall, yet the shadows of her past whisper to her at night, reminding her of the blood she must avenge. She is beauty sharpened into a weapon, a queen who will burn the world before letting anyone else write her fate. ⭐ DR. MRIDUN ADHYA SINGH RATHORE- THE GENTLE MIRACLE.. Dr. Mridun Adhya Singh Rathore is the kind of man whose presence brings calm even in chaos. Heart Surgeon By Profession, he carries the grace of royalty, the compassion of a healer, and the charm of a man carved by destiny itself. His sharp jawline, deep brown eyes, and effortless elegance make him strikingly handsome - the kind of beauty that speaks more through silence than words. His steady hands have saved countless lives, and his warm smile has healed wounds no medicine could touch. Known for his intellect and sincerity, Mridun is a man of quiet confidence. His gaze holds empathy, his voice carries calm, and his presence feels like a sanctuary in a storm. Behind his professional composure lives a heart that believes in hope, humanity, and the beauty of second chances. In a world driven by power, Mridun stands as a symbol of peace - a reminder that true strength lies not in dominance, but in kindness wrapped in undeniable grace.

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚- ruthless Italian mafia king and cold-blooded businessman. His eyes hold darkness deeper than the ocean, his heart colder than death. People fear his name because mercy never existed in his world.Every word he speaks is a command, every silence a threat. He is the devil in human skin 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚- the girl with silent lips but fearless eyes.Her voice was stolen by trauma, (mute) but her spirit remains unbreakable.In a world ruled by devils, she is pure peace no darkness can touch. She is the only weakness of the man born without a heart. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 - 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒

She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

In a world where obsession blurs the line between love and control, he craves her like a forbidden addiction. His desire is not just to love but to possess, to dominate, to make her entirely his-mind, body, and soul. Shadows of mystery and suspense lurk as his calculated moves tighten the noose around her freedom, driven by a dark lust that consumes him. He will ruin her world if it means binding her to his, Willing to cross every limit to claim -- 𝘩𝘦𝘳 as his forever. Because she's "𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥." #1 in chapter #2 in bestbooksonwattpad #2 in trends #5 in trends #22 in psycho #44 in suspense (READ ONLY WHEN YOU'RE COMFORTABLE.)

"Khud ko tere paas hi Chhor aate hai....." ******* Reverse Harem (Soft Romance) Their lives only revolves around weapons, killing, dying and getting treated in hospital but now, their lives revolves around her "Their Ira". "The cat is so cuteeee Guysss...see her" Iraya said ruffling the cat's fur and kissed her forehead while giggling. They looked at the cat and smiled looking at her all smiling and giggling with the car and a smile made its way to their lips. "I am gonna record her" Riccardo said and stood at a safe distance to record this precious moment of her to add in his collection. "Our baby looks so happy and cute" Dante said and moved a little forward to admire her again which is his all time job. "I hope she accepts us all like the cat" Salvatore said and sighed feeling sad because what belonged to him is what the car is getting. "I fell for her all over again Damnn" Adriano whispered softly looking at her ever lasting smile which made him fall for her again. ******** But, they don't know what future helds for them. Do they?