They hated her at first... but they had no idea who she really was. Serena Carter once had a family - loud, messy, beautifully imperfect. It wasn't always easy, but it was hers. Then one accident ripped it all away, leaving her alone and unwanted. Now she's sent to live with the Morettis: four brothers and a father who see her as nothing more than the living reminder of betrayal. The stain on their perfect legacy. Ten months. That's all she needs to survive until she turns eighteen and can walk away. But hate is a dangerous thing. It turns into obsession. Into protectiveness. Into something no one expected. Because Serena has secrets - ones even she doesn't fully understand. And in a world where power is everything, she's about to prove she belongs where everyone swore she didn't. She isn't looking for love. She's fighting for something stronger: a place to finally call home. Ranks: #1 out of 11.6k : familysecrets #1 out of 35.4k : siblings #1 out of 45.8k : lovers #1 out of 46.8k : rich #1 out of 52k : trauma #1 out of 80.2k : crime #1 out of 134k : hate #1 out of 189k : dark #1 out of 238k : depression #2 out of 554k : drama #2 out of 27.1k : brothers #2 out of 123k : wattpad #4 out of 2.53M : Love #5 out of 17.7k : mafiaprincess

彡★ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 彡★ ╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 ┍━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┑    𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼:    𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 ┕━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┙ Arya... a soul so pure it felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. Sweet,always understanding - the rare sort who could look into the darkest heart and believe it could change. She never judged, always seeing hope in the harshest places. From her first breath, Arya learned what the world wanted from her. Not love, not care, just destruction. "𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒" "𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟" "𝑑𝑖𝑒" Said by people who always saw her as nothing. But softness didn't mean she had no scars. Some were on her body - faint lines left behind by pain. Others stayed hidden deep within, whispering in the night. Things were done to her no child should bear, Words more like curses, meant to crush her worth. Her past was always a mystery. When asked, Arya never shared, as if secrets waited beneath her silence, as if she wished to speak but couldn't. Then her world changed. To those who feared him, it was fate's cruel way. Ranveer Malhotra - his name made dangerous men shiver - brought Arya home.He was a shadow king, underworld's ruler. But to Arya, he was papa. With him came six brothers, storms who would tear the sky if she was hurt. They loved her by heart,same goes to uncle naren who thought her as his own daughter. - ❤️𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀❤️

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, princess see? Your papa is alright" He said softly and stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between in hiccups She hugged him tightly like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why God gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then at her Mr. Handsome And burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

Anaya was once a cheerful, laughing girl, a bubbly personality who had the power to make anyone smile. But suddenly, such a storm swept through her life that she was transformed into a quiet, cold and sharp.Now, she is nothing but a walking mystery or puzzle. ​She had only one goal in her life: to take her revenge. ​Everything changed when - her life took a 360-degree turn and her real family appeared before her. They are the Suryavanshi, the most powerful people . ​So, will Anaya tell them the truth and share a bond with them, or will she hide the truth from them? can she be able to accept the new family or be able to adjust in that family. Tropes (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) Mafia Queen and Mafia king 👑 Bad girl & bad boy 😏 6 OverProtective Brothers ✨ Revenge 🔱 Secret & dark past ♟️🎲 Powerfull couple ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Over possessive and obsessed He fell first and both harder Bullying & Action scene ⚠️⚠️ College backbentures Reunion ✨ [ Slow update ....Umm very slow ] Started = 12 / 7/2025

She lived with her father who never really cared about her. For ten years, she was away from her brothers, growing up without them. Now, she's back and things were about to change. They never thought they'd see their sister again. Not after all these years. When she walked back into their lives, everything changed. One of them was all smiles, showing his happiness without a second thought. Another, though just as happy, fumbled with his words, unsure how to show it. The third, the quiet one, didn't say much-but his actions spoke louder than anything. He stood by her side, a silent protector, letting his care be felt through every move. And then, there was a boy. He had closed off his heart long ago, refusing to let anyone in. The only ones who ever made it past his walls were his brothers. But the moment he saw her, everything shifted. Her green eyes sparkled and for the first time, he found himself unable to look away.

❝ 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. ⟡

When fierce, guarded Sitara and her hopeful younger soul sister Mahima leave their Shimla orphanage for a prestigious Mumbai school, they expect a fresh start. But fate has other plans. From bullies and buried secrets to unexpected allies and painful family ties, Sitara must navigate a world that once abandoned her-and now refuses to let her forget. Can she protect Mahima, confront the siblings who turned their backs, and find her own place in a world built to keep her out? A powerful tale of resilience, betrayal, and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. credit This beautiful cover was created by @livelyminnie Ranking 5th #family(2/8/2025) 1st #stepsister(3/8/2025)

She was just five when her world broke. A father who was supposed to protect her... became the reason she learned fear. Called her a burden. An unwanted mistake. A bad omen. Samaira grew up watching love from a distance- in other people's lives, never her own. She stayed silent. She endured. She hid her pain... even from the one person she loved the most-her mother. Years later, one incident changes everything. The truth comes out. The fear shows. And the broken little girl inside her is finally seen. Now standing at the doors of a new family- powerful, unfamiliar, and overwhelming... will she finally find the love she always deserved? or will she once again be seen as... a burden?

INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors. In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life. In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken. A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing. Avantika (whispers, trembling): They'll take her from me... like they took everything else... Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip. NANI (weakly): She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy... AVANTIKA: They don't know. They never knew she existed. NANI: He's your blood too... Rishi... find him... # 1 bhai( 6/ 7/25) #1 little sister( 12/7/25) #3 brothers (8/7/25) #3 bhaiya(8/7/25) #1 indore(7/7/25) #1 love triangle (6/8/25) #4 india (9/8/25 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

She is 15 year girl who seemed too delicate for the heavy world waiting for her. Cute in her mannerisms, quiet in her presence-she kept her thoughts tucked away like secrets in a locked diary. Around strangers, she was polite and reserved, never letting her words spill more than necessary. But with her mother, she would shrink back into a childish warmth, clinging to her laughter and innocence as if it were the last thread of safety she knew. Now, everything was about to change. Her mother had remarried, and a new home awaited her-a house filled with six elder brothers, a stepfather she barely knew, an uncle and aunt, and the watchful eyes of grandparents. It was a family that seemed too large, too overwhelming, for someone who feared her own emotions. Would she let her walls down in this unfamiliar household? Would she accept them as her own, or would she retreat further into silence, lost between childish dependence and the burden of growing up? No one could tell-not even she. Only time would reveal whether her fragile heart could find belonging in the place that was about to become her world.