#2 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 "𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖?" "𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊." _________________________________________ 𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 Princess of the elite Ranawat family. Pampered. Protected. Born to rule- soft silks on her skin, steel in her spine. Sweet when she wants to be. Savage when she has to be. Now she's back from London. no longer the mischievous royal everyone adored. She's a criminal lawyer with her own firm. Sharp. Untouchable. And not in the mood for drama. But jaipur has changed Because now-he owns it. 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 King of the Jaipur. Mafia boss. Business tycoon. Cold-blooded. Colder-hearted. Raised to hate the Ranawats and he does. Until her. One look at Eesha, and everything shifts. He doesn't care that she's the enemy. He doesn't care about consequences. He wants her. Not to love. To possess. To ruin. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘. She knows how to handle monsters, even when they come dressed in power and promises. And Abhimanyu? He's never met a girl who made him burn. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✦ Grumpy × Grumpy ✦ Family Rivals ✦ Hate → Love ✦ Brother's Enemy ✦ CEO × Criminal Lawyer ✦ Lawyer × Law Breaker ✦ He Fell First & She Fell Harder ✦ Obsessed Love ✦ Possessive FL/ML ✦ Touch Her & Die ✦ Forbidden Love ✦ Age Gap

HEIR OF SHADOWS Some families are built on love. Others are built on secrets. At seventeen, Athena Williams already owns a billion-pound tech empire, hides her face behind designer sunglasses, and keeps the world at arm's length. Control is everything to her. Control keeps people safe. Control keeps secrets buried. Then Caterina disappears. At first, Athena thinks her aunt simply left without warning again-something Caterina has always been good at. But when her calls stop going through, Joel vanishes without a trace, and strange pieces of Caterina's past begin surfacing, Athena realises something is very wrong. With the help of her closest friends-Mica Gonzales, Max, and Mason Hunter-Athena starts digging for answers. What begins as a missing persons search slowly unravels into something darker. Old names. Hidden connections. Men who watch too closely. Files that should not exist. And a powerful family Athena has never heard of-but somehow seems tied to. The deeper Athena investigates, the more she discovers that Caterina was keeping secrets long before she disappeared. And some shadows were never meant to be found.

Anaisha Ranawat a 16 year old girl living with her mother. One day her mother died tragically and she has to move in with her family of 5 older brothers and father. She was abused so it was hard to settle with them as they were the royal family. She gets the love she deserves from her family. #1 in trust issues #1 Protectivebrothers #1 in Indian Mafia #2 in princess #3 in babyofthefamily #3 in India #2 in Americanmafia #2 in rajasthan

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

This story is an example of "She fell first and He fell harder"

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

ARIUS DURANTE "SPADE" The Ace of all who are born to rule.He is the Devil on earth & depiction of darkness.His raging ocean blue orbs alone can intimidate the toughest,his hard masculine physique is enough to scare the strongest and his voice that just commands everyone's attention.Manipulation and annihilation are his biggest virtues.He is so deep in the swamp of darkness that he has lost the touch to humanity.His dark aura and sharp brain orders everyone to bow down in front of him and that's "THE ITALIAN MAFIA KING" for you. SITARA RATHORE She is a boon for her kingdom. The purest soul and celestial beauty with kindness as her biggest trait.One of the most powerful Royal clan's only girl child having 3 knights in shining armor as her protectors.Her cheerfulness had its boundaries limited to the royal palace as she was an introvert for the outside world.Her innocence had to take the back seat as the royal politics demanded maturity.She is the epitome of grace and smiles like the shawl of stars that lit up the dark sky.That's "THE RATHORE PRINCESS" for you. "Ask."He said to her while staring at her who is wrapping his wounded hand. "what ?"She looked at him with her eyes reflecting all the innocence this world has. "Anything you wish to."His intense gaze made her shiver a little. "won't you answer if I don't ask ?"She surprised him with her words. "I am IN the Italian Mafia."He answered her unasked question. "IN the Italian Mafia or THE ITALIAN MAFIA."She stated this time looking straight into his eyes after gathering all of her courage & his breath struck in his chest looking at those pretty eyes of hers. This made the man look at her with amusement which isn't new in her presence.She always makes him amused or speechless either with her words or with her actions. "I AM THE ITALIAN MAFIA."His words made a beautiful smile carve on her lips & as always it never fail to quicken his heartbeat creating an illusion of cardiac arrest.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?