2nd generation
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black and white love by Shrrrwriter253
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Tara Rathor. Princess of Jodhpur by birth, rebel by choice. A journalist who doesn't just report the truth-she hunts it. Fearless, sharp-mouthed, and dangerously curious, Tara has a habit of digging where powerful men bury their sins. Royal blood may run in her veins, but defiance fuels her soul. Ayansh Sharma. Mafia heir. Predator in a tailored suit. Heir to an empire built on blood, silence, and loyalty. Family is his weakness-and his excuse. He doesn't believe in mercy, only control. People don't cross him and live long enough to regret it. She chases stories that can destroy empires. He is the empire she was never meant to uncover. When Tara's investigation leads her into Ayansh's world of crime, shadows, and death, truth becomes a liability and survival a gamble. He should silence her. Break her. End her. Instead, he watches her fight him-unafraid, unbroken. Because she doesn't tremble at his violence. And he doesn't know how to resist her fire. In a game where secrets demand blood and love is the deadliest mistake- what happens when the journalist becomes the mafia heir's obsession? Power. Danger. Desire. And a love dark enough to ruin them both. 🖤🔥
crown and crime  by Shrrrwriter253
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Jodhpur Royal University wasn't just a college. It was a battlefield. Every student knew the two names that ruled its hallways- Ruhani Rathore and Ekanshi Sharma. One was a princess. The other was a mafia princess. And trouble followed both like a loyal puppy. Ruhani and Om Khanna Ruhani Rathore walked into campus like the ground existed solely to be graced by her heels. The spoiled, pampered apple of the Rathore family-everyone adored her. Everyone... except him. Om Khanna, the mafia heir the only guy who treated her like she wasn't royalty. The only guy who rolled his eyes every time she opened her mouth. And the only guy Ruhani absolutely hated with a passion. Their arguments were legendary. Their glares were lethal. Their chemistry? Denied by both. Ruhani couldn't stand the way Om acted like she was a walking tantrum. Om couldn't stand the way Ruhani made even anger look... distracting. They were fire and fire- their sparks just hadn't realized they were the kind that burn together. Ekanshi And Tarun Ekanshi Sharma had everything she ever asked for- because when your father is Yug Sharma, India's biggest mafia king, "no" doesn't exist. But on the first day of college, she saw him. Tarun Rathore. Prince of Jodhpur. Ruhani's cousin. Warm smile, sharp mind, soft eyes-completely opposite of the dangerous world she came from. And her heart decided before her brain could panic. She fell. Hard. Her father could buy her cars, guards, houses, an entire island if she asked... But could he give her the prince she wanted? Tarun, meanwhile, had no idea the girl staring at him in economics class could have a city burned down if she snapped her fingers. He just thought she was pretty... and a little too shy whenever he smiled at her. Two worlds. Two hearts. Two dangerous families. And a campus ready to witness the chaos of four people falling in love-with all the wrong people, at all the right times.