She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

The Singhaniyas are powerful. Respected. Feared. Behind the perfectly set breakfast table and effortless sibling laughter lies a past no one speaks of. Rhyna Singhania has learned to survive with calm smiles and silent prayers. Two years after her husband's death, she lives surrounded by the chaos of three brothers who see her as their world-their bhabhi maa. What was believed to be an accident hides truths too dangerous to surface. Loyalties will be tested. Secrets will unravel. And the house that once felt safe will no longer be the same. Because some families are bound by love... and some by secrets.

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

In Delhi, the Singhania family is one of the richest and most powerful families in Asia. They have money, fame, business, and influence. To the world, they look perfect - a respected family with everything under control. But behind their grand name, they are hiding a dark secret. Many years ago, the youngest son of the family, Rudra, was abandoned when he was only three years old. His name was erased, his existence was forgotten, and everyone in the family was forced to believe he was a curse. Far away from Delhi, Rudra grows up in Mumbai without knowing who he really is. He becomes a brave and honest DCP officer, fighting dangerous crimes across India. He hates powerful people who misuse money and influence, not knowing that he was born into one of the most powerful families himself. Rudra's only world is his little daughter, Aanya, and his best friend Rajeev, who stands by him like a brother. As Rudra solves high-profile cases, his path slowly begins to cross with the Singh family. Hidden truths start coming out, old lies begin to break, and the family that once erased him may have to face him again. This is a story of family, betrayal, power, friendship, justice, and identity. When the forgotten son returns... Will he destroy the empire, or save it?

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After losing the only person she ever had, seventeen-year-old Siara is left completely alone. With social services pressuring her into foster care, she has no choice but to contact the man her mother never told her about. Her father. A billionaire with a perfect life, a powerful name, and absolutely no clue that he has a daughter. Now forced into each other's lives, both must face buried truths, painful misunderstandings, and the possibility of becoming a family after seventeen years too late.

Kanishk, once a beloved prince of Rajvansh, lost everything the night he was accused of a crime he didn't commit. Stripped of his name and honor, abandoned by the family he once called his own. Disappeared into the shadows, vowing never to return. Years later, he has built a new life, far from the suffocating walls of the palace. But fate wasn't done with him yet. As dark secrets unravel and the past refuses to stay buried. Kanishk face the people who turned their backs on him..... A gripping tale of Family, Betrayel, and Redemption, where love and loyalty are tested and a Forgotten Prince must decide-to forgive or to fight.

𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬?

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Book Two in Broken Series Aryavi Oberoi Once was bubbly and an excited spirit Her family's jaan One incident One blame How can a kid do that? They blamed her, her family, her parents, her own brothers. Once they were her safe place, but they are no longer that now. She's grown up, stronger than ever, even after her family sent her away. She's stronger and powerful. But, she's no longer their Aryavi, she changed. Or betrayal changed her. She no longer runs behind her brother's. She no longer shares her ice cream with her dadu She came back to the same mansion, to the same place where she was blamed, but she was no longer the old kid. She changed for herself and for good. . . Dive into the story lovelies Hope so you enjoy this storyy!