Ruhanika Senghal hates changes. Even though her life is not the best, she is content with how it is. What will happen when she will have to change her house, her city and move all the way to Jodhpur. Throw in 6 big brothers, a new father and grandparents. Peep in to know how she navigates through her life.

Second book of 'The Sister' series It's a Standalone novel Born out of wedlock, Meher never received any love from her family. At the age of 18, she left her house without informing anyone, leaving no trace behind for her so-called family to reach her. Years passed without any clue of her. On a certain day at a business award function, the family saw their only daughter receiving the award of the businesswoman of the year. Brothers hate their sister. Sister hates her brothers. What will happen when the circumstances force Meher to stay with the people she once, hated the most, for three months? Will she be able to forgive the family or leave as the time period get overs? Will the family let go of her or their abandoned daughter will return to them? Will the hatred amongst the family members ruin their bond? Will the seed of love ever grow? For more stay tuned.

She ran away from her own wedding, But fate played its own game Running through the dark streets in her bridal dress, Ayat Naaz Aly never thought she would end up in the mansion of the most feared men, the ruthless Mafia Kings "Who are you?"he asked coldly "Human" she said innocently "Don't play, Say your name, little girl" He said firmly "Oh hello! I'm not little, okay? You silly! I'm Ayat Naaz Aly" ayat said angrily They'll look at each other and thinking how can a little girl say mafia king silly, the world scared of them and this little girl talking with them in angrily.

Kidnapped as a baby, Zoya Raizada returns to her powerful mafia family in Lucknow after fifteen years-fierce, fearless, and unrecognizable. As Zoya hunts for the truth behind her disappearance, she's thrust into a world of family betrayals, dangerous politics, and a legacy soaked in blood. In a kingdom ruled by men, she must navigate love, vengeance, and identity-not just to survive, but to Her homecoming sends shockwaves through the Raizada mansion, disturbing fragile loyalties, unmasking deep-seated rivalries, and reviving ghosts best left buried reclaim her place... as a queen. #1onlysister #1mother-daughter #1brothersister #2lucknow #4powerstruggle #5indianmafia #11princess

╰┈➤ ❝No, I'm fine, I'm lying on the floor again.❞ She's a little rabbit amidst a pack of hungry wolves. A prey amidst a pack of predators. A flickering light amidst a jungle of darkness. Her kindness is her vulnerability, a soft heartbeat in the face of merciless, sharp fangs. Yet, in the midst of this peril, there's a quiet strength, a glimmer of innocence that refuses to be extinguished. She may be small, but they aren't the only ones with secrets. How does one go from being a normal 15 year old with the best family she could ask for to being the unknown daughter of a billionaire? From skipping through life like its a path of roses to finding danger in every breath she takes? From dancing to baby shark as she walked home to playing video games in a private jet? Ask anyone, they would say she is a combination of water and fire. A shimmering river that will flow in whichever way you direct her and also a blubbering stumbling fool that might or might not burn down a building if left unsupervised. In her defense the ground is 'madly in love with her' and danger is a 'clingy ex'. Welcome to the life of Palak; a carefree overthinker, a sensitive rock, a withering laughing fool. She doesn't break, but she sure as hell is covered in bruises. This is Palak. An oblivious Mafia Princess. The Bubbly Heiress of Chaos. Will she be able to keep her smile or will she end up loosing it forever?

Radhe Radhe 🦚 In the heart of Rajasthan, where deserts whisper tales of royalty and swords still echo with the pride of warriors, lives the legendary Rathore family - rulers of their land for centuries. A dynasty built on valor, tradition, and an unbroken chain of powerful sons... until fate intervened. After six long generations of kings and warriors, the Rathores were gifted with something rarer than treasure - a daughter. She wasn't just born... she was sent. A miracle wrapped in pink silk, with eyes that melted even the coldest of hearts. The palace that once echoed with discipline now dances with laughter. She is loved beyond reason, guarded like a jewel, and worshipped like a goddess. But within the warmth of love lie the shadows of ancient secrets. Being the only girl in a legacy of men isn't just about being cherished - it's about carrying the weight of a thousand expectations... and breaking them. She is not just the first daughter in generations - she is the revolution they never saw coming. "In a world built for kings, she was born to be a storm." ~vissh🎀

Nine siblings. One betrayal. A legacy drenched in blood. Once a united family, the Rathores were shattered by a betrayal so deep it tore them apart for years. Now, fate has brought them back together-but with scars, secrets, and centuries-old vengeance lurking in the shadows. Will they heal... or will the truth destroy what little remains of their bond? In this story, blood bleeds secrets-and family is both a blessing and a curse.

~ ¥ÚHÁÂÑ ~ "Don't mess with me, I can destroy you even before the blink of your EYE°°° ~ Á¥ZÁL ~ "Don't waste your words on people who deserve your SILENCE°°° ✨✨✨ "Get out of my sight, i don't want to see your face" saying this, he turned his face to the other side. His jaw was clenched, his hands were in a fist and his blank eyes were staring into nothingness. I stood there for a whole 1 minute for him to stop me, to hold me in his secure embrace, to clean my teary face but my wishful thinking shattered into millions of pieces when he didn't even passed me a single glance. Turning away with a heavy heart and teary eyes, i walked out of the hospital corridors. Leaning against the cold wall, a heart wrenching sob left my mouth. As soon as i closed my eyes, our lovely moments flashed in my eyes to make me snap open my eyes. Taking some deep breaths to stable my breathless breathing, i looked up in the sky, a silent plead left my mouth. "Ya Allah!" ✨✨✨ She was known as the pond lily, so innocent yet so feisty Whereas he was known as the wildflower, wild and destruction itself. What will happen when she will be hired to be his twin's nanny and What will happen when she will be forced to be in a contract marriage of 6 months with the beautiful blue eyed beast? Will there be a way out for her or will she be contracted with the monster for her entire life? Will he ever try to like 'Ayzal' despite his hatred towards women or she will be deprived of everyone's love yet...again? Then let's find out....Will she ever try to know him or he will remain an stranger to her and Will her innocence and feisty attitude tame the beast in him or not? Stay tuned with ¥ÚHÀÁÑ x Á¥ZÀL! Allah Hafiz!

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

She was the daughter no one fought for. The sister they left behind. Blamed, misunderstood, and quietly sent away to a hostel - while her brothers were celebrated, her silence was ignored. But what they thought would break her... built her. She found strength in strangers, love in the arms of someone who saw her, and brothers in boys who weren't bound by blood. Now she's back- Not for revenge, not for forgiveness. But to remind them what they lost... when they stopped choosing her.