​𝒁𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒊 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒔. ​. . But what happens when they lose her in a tragic accident? . Was it truly an accident or someone's calculated ploy to destroy them? . . 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.... . . "𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒐, 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒉 𝒌𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊𝒊 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆" ~𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

When tragedy takes away the only protector she had left, eighteen-year-old Evara is forced into the role of a sister, guardian, parent... all at once. With nothing but grief in her pocket and her little brother holding her hand, she runs to Jaipur-the city tied to her father's forgotten past and the place where her mother's story first began to fracture. It's supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet escape. A chance to rebuild what was broken. But some pasts don't stay buried. Evara has always known one dangerous truth: the name of the man who gave her life... and the reason she is never allowed to claim it. One choice, made years ago, erased her from his world completely. A choice that kept her safe-from a powerful family, and the family-from a truth that could shatter the fragile life they've built for themselves. Invisible. Untouchable. Unspoken. She was never meant to be found. But what Evara doesn't know is that maybe, she already was. Her biological father and his wife have spent years searching for the woman they lost-not to destroy her life, but to mend what was broken. To ask for forgiveness. To fix what guilt has never let them forget. And now, in the crowded lanes of Jaipur, where old memories bleed into new beginnings... fate doesn't just knock. It crashes in. Secrets resurface. Loyalties fracture. And Evara is pulled into a world she was never meant to enter-where every truth comes with a price, and every choice risks the only family she has left. Because sometimes, the people you're running from... are the same ones who've been running toward you all along. And in the end, Evara must decide- stay in the life that raised her... or step into the one that was written in her blood.

✨️Miraal: A Light in the Shadows✨️ Miraal Zahra Khan's world was small but perfect-just her mother, books, paints, and a quiet life in America. She never knew her father. Whenever she asked, her mother only smiled and said he was a busy businessman. But one day, everything changed. At fourteen, Miraal loses the only person she ever had-her mother. Left shattered and alone, she is handed a box her mother had kept for this moment. Inside, a diary and two envelopes reveal the truth her mother had hidden for years: her father is Haider Khan, heir of one of the most powerful families in Pakistan... and he already has five sons Zamin Khan. Zaryaab Khan. Humain Khan. Almeer Khan. Sahil Khan. Prodigies. Famous names. The heirs of the Khan empire. And Miraal-the daughter no one knew existed. Now, after almost fourteen years, she must face the family her mother walked away from, a father who never came for her, and brothers who don't even know she exists. Will they accept her... or will she always remain the forgotten child of the Khans? ✨ A story of love, betrayal, resilience, and a girl who never knew she belonged to one of the most powerful families in the world. ✨️

A Sequel to AHANA: THE BLAZING FIRE SLOW UPDATES They left everything- their empire, their name, their throne... and chose each other. Two years later, he is no longer a prince- he is a force. An empire built from nothing now bows to him. Markets bend at his will, power follows his silence, and nations speak his name carefully. But none of it matters. Because his world begins and ends with her. One call from Ahana-he drops everything. One tear-he would burn the world without a second thought. He earns millions in minutes, but every bit of it is for her. He lives for her comfort, her smile, her existence. And he has made one vow- no woman will ever enter his life. There is no place left. She is enough. She is everything. And Ahana? She is no longer the broken, cold princess. With him, she is soft... carefree... alive. His pampered little sister. The only one who can command him, annoy him, and still be his greatest weakness. A rising basketball star in New York, chasing her dream while quietly pursuing law- strong, fearless... but only because he stands behind her. Their world is simple. Cooking together. Laughing over nothing. Falling asleep mid-conversation. Just them. But peace never lasts. What happens when she enters her dream university- a place filled with ambition... and chaos? What if the past drags them back to the empire they once abandoned? Because this time- he won't just protect her. He'll destroy anything that dares to hurt her.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆. ​ Shanvi Rathore, a prodigy, earned a scholarship to the main branch of the academy, unaware that her life was about to change completely. Obsidian Crest Academy is not just any institution. It is where the children of the rich, the elite, and the powerful study, where influence is inherited and authority is unquestioned. From the outside, it looks like heaven, a dream thousands of students would give anything to live. Inside, it is worse than hell. Because here, everything is a game. A game that brutally destroys the one it chooses. There are two groups who rule it. The Crowned Kings and The Black Sovereigns. A single card decides your fate. A Red Card from the Crowned Kings or a Black Card from the Black Sovereigns, and neither of them promises your safety or your place in the academy. And above them all stand the Ranawats. Six brothers and one father, a family woven into power, politics, and control. They are the elite. They are authority. They do not demand respect, it is given without question. Shaurya Ranawat, the eldest, the Chief Minister of Rajasthan. Harsh Ranawat, the second, a force in the world of business. And the remaining four brothers, the ones who created the Crowned Kings, hold a kind of power that cannot be defined, only feared. What happens when Shanvi enters their world? First as a scholarship student. And later, as their step sister. One thing is certain. They are fully aware of the power they hold and the things they protect. They claim they want to destroy her, yet the way they look at her says something far more dangerous, as if they would burn an entire country to ashes just to keep her untouched.

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

🔥 One mistake made Rathores pay the price which was their greatest defeat... They failed to protect their loved one... A girl - twelve year old whose fate ruined her and her belief. Belief on love, family, kindness, pure heart... She was forced to to give her life but her destiny had other plans for her. Daughter of the Rathores who was forgotten by now, but still, there were some fragments for her memories which never let them forget her. ⚡ . . . . . . . . Once princess for everyone was now a past... Once life of everyone was now an unforgettable force... Everyone thought that the story ended years ago with her... Death... But no... She was preparing, in the dark shadows of her past, which never let her rest, let her forget... And now she is back like a force... unyeilding, unapologetic, fierce, and most importantly... Carrying a storm within her, which is ready to swallow everything if challenged or stopped... With grace as well as fire in her eyes.

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.

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, more than 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. (Originally published on 20th October 2025 Republished on 23rd April 2026)

I think you should read the better version of this book named, "Shanvi: claimed by the Ranawats". This is not a story about cruelty. It is about who is allowed to commit it. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition. She exists outside the Ranawats' world- and that is precisely why she disrupts it. Before the sons, there is the father. AVINASH RANAWAT. The Mafia King. A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life. Then comes the heirs. SHAURYA RANAWAT. The eldest. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist. HARSH RANAWAT. Corporate head. Owner of Ranawat Corporation. Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records. Only four brothers walk the school corridors. AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA. They don't need titles here. They are the system. The red card is their language. Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention- a red card. The air shifts. By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow- Aviraj watches, unreadable. Asher smiles like it's a game already 9won. Rihaan decides how far it will go. Rudra makes sure no one interferes. And then-Shanvi. Her locker is never marked. Her name is never whispered with warning. Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone. They protect what belongs to them.