"What happens when a girl haunted by a shattered past finds herself in a family that doesn't know how to mend what has been broken? Seven brothers. One hidden truth. And a secret that refuses to remain buried." Alia was only fifteen when her world fell apart,once again. Years after enduring a trauma no child should ever have to face, she is thrust into an unfamiliar life, far from everything she once knew. Her mother has remarried, found happiness, and embraced a new beginning. But for Alia, healing is not as simple as turning a page. Now living in a grand house with seven stepbrothers who are little more than strangers, Alia carries scars that cannot be seen and memories she cannot bring herself to share. Beneath her quiet exterior lies a pain far too heavy for someone her age , a past she has spent years trying to outrun. They call her family. They tell her she is safe. But Alia has learned that safety can be fragile, and trust is not easily given by those who have been hurt before. As buried secrets begin to resurface and old wounds threaten to reopen, Alia finds herself standing at a crossroads between fear and hope, silence and truth. Will this newfound family become the refuge she never believed she deserved, or will the shadows of her past follow her into the only place she has left to call home? When silence speaks louder than words, can love be enough to heal what was once broken? Hare Krishna ✨

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 She was the daughter of his brother's business partner, always around yet completely invisible to him. A quiet observer in his world of power and danger... and a writer who poured her heart into stories no one would ever read. He was a hacker, the shadow behind the screens, the feared brother of a mafia don. To the world, he was untouchable, dangerous, and impossible. To her, he was everything - the heartbeat she couldn't control, the man she could never tell. She loved him in silence. Every glance she stole, every word she wrote, every small interaction - her heart whispered his name, even when he didn't know she existed. He didn't know her, didn't notice her... and yet, she was quietly living a life where he was her entire universe. A story of secret love, hidden hearts, and the quiet ache of longing... where one glance could ignite a lifetime of feelings, and where love might finally step out of the shadows.

Abhiveer singh rajvansh In a palace echoing with the weight of legacy, power, and male dominance, Abhiveer Singh Rajvansh stands as the silent storm. The second son of the royal Rajvansh family, he carries the fire of a warrior and the grace of a king. He doesn't speak unless necessary-but when he does, people listen. Not because he demands it, but because his presence leaves no room for anything less. Noorika thakur Noorika built her empire brick by brick, fueled by ambition and unshaken grace. Calm, poised, and always three steps ahead-she's the kind of woman who lets her silence do the talking. A rebel when necessary, a storm when provoked, but to those she loves, she's pure sunshine. Tropes:- Grumy×sunshine Fixer×troublemaker Always in trouble× always saving her Calm king × sarcastic queen No drama × no filter Talks alot × listens to her Let's dive into there story

In the royal city of Udaipur, where traditions and power dictate life, Shivaksh Singh Suryawanshi, known as "Hukum Sa," rules with an iron fist. A dangerous and ruthless businessman by day, Shivaksh's dark aura hides a fractured heart. Enter Isha, a beautiful and innocent courtesan from Ammaji's Khota, whose purity and resilience stand in stark contrast to her harsh surroundings. When fate brings them together, their worlds collide in a storm of passion, secrets, and forbidden love. Shivaksh, torn between his duty and his growing affection for Isha, is forced to confront the shadows of his past. Will Isha's innocence be enough to soften his hardened soul, or will society's judgment tear them apart? In another corner of the story lies Hridaya Hospital, a sanctuary of healing and ambition. Here, Dr. Rudraksh, a senior surgeon with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable, crosses paths with Dr. Arohi, a bright and empathetic junior doctor. Their mentor-student relationship begins with clashes of ideals, but as they work side by side, sparks of understanding and attraction ignite. While Rudraksh battles the ghosts of his past, Arohi becomes his beacon of hope. Together, they face professional challenges and personal battles, discovering that healing is not just about saving lives-it's about mending hearts. As Shivaksh and Isha's intense romance unfolds alongside Rudraksh and Arohi's journey of emotional discovery, Destiny's Heart intertwines two epic tales of love, sacrifice, and redemption. It is a story of how destiny works in mysterious ways, uniting souls meant to heal, complete, and transform one another against all odds.

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal. Phool is a 18 years old girl who was a princess of Chittorgarh Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

Book Three of the 'Twisted Desire' Series.

Multi-couple book 7 couples, 14 hearts each bound to one another by unseen threads of emotion. Some carry fear, some live with regret, some struggle with doubt. Some ask for one chance, some are living their second chance. Some simply want to be loved, while others seek redemption. Bound Again by Love is the continuation of Vyakhya - Finding Home. It is a multi-couple journey where love begins in different forms-childish and innocent, mature and steady, silent and unspoken, hopeful yet hesitant, or hidden behind denial. Each heart walks its own path, but in the end, everyone finds their true place in eternal love. At its core, this is Vyakhya's story-her journey with those she once loved and lost. A story of broken bonds, wounded relationships, and a fractured family slowly finding its way back to wholeness. Bound Again by Love is a story of coming back- The tale of regret that teaches, love that heals, and relationships that are rebuilt slowly, painfully, yet beautifully-proving that even broken connections can be bound again by love.