"To those who know that even the darkest hearts can love fiercely." This book is dedicated to the ones who find beauty in broken souls, strength in fearless women, and love in the most unexpected places. To the men who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders-the ruthless kings, the silent protectors, and the hearts that love fiercely behind their walls. And to the women who stand beside them-the bold ones, the kind ones, the ones who don't need saving but choose to love anyway. Welcome to the world of The Ranawat's. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This is a work of fiction intended for mature readers (18+). It contains violence, strong language, sexual content, possessive and morally grey characters, emotional intensity, and dark romance themes. Reader discretion is advised.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚈𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸'𝚂: 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟,𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ ,𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 , 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑. 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑦𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠..... ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎. 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 ,𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠. 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚,𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑦,𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 . Book cover by @Prashansa067

Twenty-year-old Bhavika was abandoned by her parents when she was just ten. Haunted by a traumatic past, she is now trying to rebuild her life and move forward. Meanwhile, the Malhotra family has just moved into the building opposite hers. Will Bhavika discover the truth about her real family? And more importantly, will she ever learn to trust again?

Prologue She was the one who was abandoned by her family once ..... She was the one who had faced abuse at the age when all of us were being loved by our parents.... She was the one who once wanted to end her life... But now she is the one, hearing whose name, criminals shiver..... She is the pride of our Nation .... A deadly undercover agent named Kal.... Leader of famous Team Shadow, whose only aim is to protect the citizens..... But under the hard facade, there lives a small girl who is still longing for her father's love somewhere in her heart.......

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞" They thought they had erased her. Buried her beneath lies, betrayal, and pain. Stripped her of her name, her identity, her family. They broke her, burned her, made her beg-until there was nothing left to break. But they forgot one thing. A girl who has nothing left to lose... is the most dangerous of all. Now, she's back. Not as the weak, discarded child they abandoned-but as the storm they never saw coming. The tables have turned. She is the one pulling the strings now. She is the one controlling the game. And this time, it's not her who will suffer The game has begun. The hunt is on. And there is no escape. The past is a wound that never healed. But revenge? Revenge will taste sweeter than blood.

His patience finally snapped, and he no longer cared who stood around him-his wife, his sons, or his family. He grabbed Meher's arm and slammed her against the stone wall beside the waterfall. One hand trapped her while the other tightened around her throat. "How dare you ignore me?" he roared. "I searched everywhere after you left, and now I find you like this-a greedy, characterless woman with another man's daughter! Tell me, whom did you love? Weren't you afraid of me? How did you gather the courage to marry someone else and build a family, planning children? I swear, I'll kill your husband and daughter right before your eyes." Viraj was so consumed by rage that he failed to notice his family had heard every word. Adhiraj and Vanshraj rushed forward. After a fierce struggle, they finally pulled Meher free from his iron-like grip. She staggered back, coughing violently, her throat burning beneath his fingerprints. Years of humiliation, betrayal, and silence finally shattered. "Who do you think is the father of my daughter?" she screamed. "It's you, Viraj Singhania. Unfortunately, she carries your blood because I trusted a liar-a man who hid his wife and children from me, promised me marriage, and took advantage of my love." Her tear-filled eyes burned with fury. "You call me characterless? That's your true identity. You cheated your wife, your children, and your entire family. And don't you dare forget-I walked away the moment I discovered your truth... but by then, it was already too late." The words had barely left her lips when another violent coughing fit overtook her. Her face turned crimson as bruises darkened around her neck. "Mommie..." The trembling voice made everyone freeze. Yutika stood there in shock. The ice creams slipped from her hands and crashed onto the ground as she ran to Meher and wrapped her in a desperate embrace.

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they mket. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?