"The Rajvansh name ruins lives. For her... it might ruin the world." Power doesn't knock before it enters.It takes. It owns. It decides. And in this city, power has a name-Rajvansh. A family that doesn't answer to rules.A legacy built on influence, secrets, and the kind of authority that turns even the law into a formality. People don't cross them.People don't question them. Because those who do... don't last long enough to regret it. Then there's her. Vaani. Seventeen years old, carrying a loss that came too early and stayed too long.Bound to a family she never chose, in a house that never truly felt like hers. She isn't loud.She isn't demanding. She exists quietly-almost like she's observing a world she refuses to be part of. She notices everything.She speaks very little.And she feels... distant, in a way no one can explain. At first, she was just there-a presence no one understood, and no one tried to. But distance has a way of drawing attention. Because the more she stayed in the background,the harder it became to ignore her. There was something about her stillness.Something about the way she endured without asking for anything in return. And slowly, without warning-lines began to blur. What started as indifference... turned into awareness.Awareness turned into concern.And concern-into something far more complicated. Because the Rajvansh family doesn't care easily.And when they do-it never stays simple. Now, she isn't just a name tied to theirs. She's a boundary. A boundary no one dares to cross. Because in a world where power decides everything-there's one truth no one can ignore anymore: Getting close to her...means dealing with them. And that has never ended well for anyone.

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.

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.