Sahastra Singh Chauhan - thirty-one, the feared Rana Sa of Udaipur. A powerful business tycoon, cold, controlled, and dangerously intelligent. A man whose silence unsettles politicians and whose temper no one dares to test. After betrayal hardened his heart, he learned to trust power more than people. Maithali Sharma - nineteen, orphaned, widowed, raised in cruelty yet untouched in soul. A devotee of Mahadev, soft-spoken, innocent, and too pure for the darkness around her. She believes in love, even when life has never been kind. An arranged marriage binds them. A twelve-year age gap stands between them. Love remains unspoken, while silence grows heavier each day. When destiny turns cruel, misunderstandings rise, health weakens, and a pregnancy is lost - will love survive what pride destroyed? A royal dark romance of obsession, sacrifice, and a woman who loved quietly until it shattered her. Give my story a try. Some storms don't roar - they destroy everything in silence.

She always thought she knew her story, the lonely daughter, the only child, the one who never had a sibling to fight with or lean on, but destiny had other plans One unexpected day, a truth came crashing down on her, a truth powerful enough to shake her whole world She wasn't alone She had 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 Not one.....not two.....but 𝙨𝙞𝙭 of them Six strangers......bound to her by blood On the other side, those six brothers had lived their whole lives without knowing a sister even existed and now, when their worlds collide, everything changes hearts, identities and the meaning of family Will they welcome her with open arms? Or will the truth turn into a storm none of them are ready to face.

Book Description: In the heart of a prestigious college, In a world where love is tangled by jealousy,secrets and betrayal, four lives collide in a dark, obsessive web of emotions. Arvi is a type of girl who always tries to stay out of the drama. Her life changes when she is unexpectedly admitted to the same prestigious college as her fiancé, Abhyansh, and his best friend, the charming but ruthless bully, Ransh Abhyansh, though arranged engaged to Arvi for his family, harbors a secret resentment towards her. He can't stand the idea of being tied down and hides his engagement from his friends , especially when his feelings for Arvi's best friend, Ridhi, begin to stir. Ridhi, unaware of Abhyansh's growing desire for her, only sees him as a friend, and is instead consumed by the attention Arvi's presence brings. Meanwhile, Ransh-once a carefree bully who thrived on teasing others-finds himself inexplicably drawn to Arvi not knowing she is his best friend's fiance . he begins to see her as a challenge to claim. As emotions spiral out of control, Arvi must navigate the tumultuous relationships with Abhyansh, Ransh, and Ridhi, all while trying to keep her own heart safe from the chaos. But the deeper she delves into this toxic world, the harder it becomes to escape the suffocating grip of secrets, love, jealousy, and desire. "Interwined Obsession" is a dark romance that explores the dangerous power of unrequited love, manipulation, and betrayal. In this twisted tale, love is never simple, and passion is never without consequences. Can Arvi and Ridhi find a way to survive the storm of emotions swirling around both of them, or will they become another casualty of love's darker side?

The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death. The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared. Desperate for belonging, Maheer tried to earn their love. But the walls were too high, the silences too cold. Then, one night, something unthinkable happened-and Maheer disappeared without a trace. The world believed she was dead.

At ten, Ruhi Yaduvanshi's world shattered with one cruel accusation. Betrayed, abandoned, and branded a murderer - she lost her freedom, her name, and the family that once called her their pride. That night, a terrified child ran through the rain... and vanished. Thirteen years later, the world knows only Arohi Rai Singhania - the silent flame of the Rai Singhanias. Powerful. Untouchable. Ruthless. No one knows her true face. When the past returns, the flame will rise - not for forgiveness... but for justice. Because some scars don't fade - they burn. 🔥 But in her path of vengeance, fate plays its cruelest card. Because someone dared to touch her guarded heart... Because the only thing more dangerous than her vengeance... is the man who made her feel again.

Rank 96 in Family out of 305k Rank 18 in Wattpadindia out of 8.06k Rank 2 in maa and desiwriter Rank 3 in sweetheart Rank 4 In bharat Rank 12 in family bonding Rank 87 in little sister out of 4.73k Rank 99 in sisterandbrother out of 2.84k Rank 19 in bhaiyu Rank 212 in bhai On 3 dec 2025 "Vardhika grew into a soft-spoken, shy girl. cried, rarely demanded anything... just watched other kids get adopted. One day, a kind couple - Arjun and Meera - came to the orphanage. They instantly noticed Vardhika sitting alone, drawing on the floor with a broken crayon. Meera knelt beside her. > "Hey sweetheart, what's your name?" Vardhika didn't look up. > "Vardhika." Her voice was tiny. Meera smiled warmly, brushing her hair. > "Would you like to come home with us?" For the first time in years, Vardhika looked up - hope filling her big, innocent eyes. She nodded slowly. That evening, Meera bought her a small pink frock and tied her hair gently. Arjun carried her drawings. They filled out paperwork. Vardhika held Meera's saree tightly. She whispered: > "Will you stay with me forever?" Meera kissed her forehead. > "Forever, angel." But fate was cruel. The next morning, the couple got a call - Meera was pregnant after years of trying. Their families told them: "Cancel the adoption. It will be difficult with a newborn." They returned to the orphanage, tears in their eyes. Meera knelt again, touching Vardhika's cheek. > "We're so sorry." Vardhika didn't cry. She just quietly took off the pink frock, folded it, and handed it back. She whispered only one line: > "I knew it wouldn't be forever." That night she cried silently into her blanket - the only thing she had from her real parents. ---

She was blamed for something she never did. Sent away. Forgotten. But years later, when Kiara Rathore walks back into the mansion that destroyed her - she's not that scared little girl anymore. She's the storm they created.

Power is not always loud; sometimes it is inherited, carved into bloodlines and sealed with silence. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 The RANAWATS stand at the peak of power-politicians by name, businessmen by status, and rulers of the underworld by truth. They do not fear the law; they shape it. What they break is rewritten, and what they destroy is justified. A dynasty of shadows, they move effortlessly between crime and authority, owning both the streets and the state. Under Avinash Ranawat's command, his six sons bear power like a birthmark-calculated minds, ruthless control, and a legacy untouchable by justice. Into this darkness steps Shanvi, untouched by brutality and untrained in cruelty. She is the stillness they cannot control, the calm that survives where chaos reigns-proof that not all strength is born from violence. Even behind school gates, their power does not soften-when The Crowned King lifts a red card, the halls grow quiet, cruelty finds permission, and fear learns to walk openly.

✨️Mah-e-Noor: Between Love and Loneliness✨️ She was once the princess of the Malik family-spoilt, rebellious, and fearless. Hemayal Mah-e-Noor Malik grew up in a world where limits didn't exist, where tantrums were forgiven, and mistakes were hidden. But one argument, one careless decision, and everything she knew shattered. At fifteen, she was sent away to boarding school, abandoned by the family she loved, misunderstood by the people who mattered most. Now, four years later, Hemayal is called back home. Her grandmother misses her. Her siblings fear she hasn't changed. The cousins whisper, and the house that once adored her waits for the chaos she once brought. But Hemayal is not the same girl who left. The years away have taught her lessons she never wanted to learn. The girl who once demanded the world has almost lost herself-and now she must face the family she left behind. Will they see the change in her, or will the past always define her? A story of mistakes, loss, and the painful journey of growing up... of becoming someone you never thought you could.

"You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." *** 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Delhi. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.