ANANTA * AVIRAKSH "Ananta carried softness in her soul." "Aviraksh carried death in his hands." "She was everything pure he was never meant to touch." "And he was everything dangerous she should have feared." "But once Aviraksh Singh Rathore decided Ananta was his..." "Even fate itself couldn't take her away from him." Ananta Bedi believes her biggest problem is being too soft for a cruel world. Kind-hearted, emotional, and impossible to hate, she spends her days surviving university life, loving animals more than people, and secretly writing dark romance novels at night while living a simple life in Mumbai with her overprotective mother. Far away in Banaras, Aviraksh Singh Rathore rules the underworld with fear in his hands and blood on his name. Ruthless. Untouchable. Dangerous enough to make grown men tremble. People fear him like death itself. And Aviraksh prefers it that way. But when fate unexpectedly drags Ananta into a world she was never meant to enter, the line between obsession, danger, and love begins to blur. Because monsters don't fall in love gently. And soft-hearted girls were never meant to survive men like Aviraksh Singh Rathore.

RATHORES- The name itself holds power,Respect and pride.Ruthless mafias and bussinessmen but a loving and caring joint family.6 brothers who loves discipline....But what will happen when a girl enters their life as their step sister who hate discipline and lives on her own terms. She is not ready to accept them as her family but are they ready to accept her?? But what if their bond get stronger and thicker than blood relation...........what if she became the heart of Rathore's ?? Let's get indulge in the story of Yuvakshi and her step brothers to see what the story unfolds Author Aakshi

He was iron and ice - A storm in uniform, Duty etched into every breath, A man sculpted by warzones and wounds no one dared to ask about. She was springtime and stardust - Soft laughter in sunlit halls, Dreams tucked between notebooks and a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges. He saw her - once. And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire, began to hum again. He fell first. Not gently, But like a building set to detonate - Loud. Final. Without warning. She fell, too - Slower, But deeper. Into the silence between his words, Into the heat behind his fury, Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge. Their love? It wasn't flowers and confession's. It was clenched jaws and trembling hands, Arguments that ended in whispered apologies, And touches that spoke of longing and ruin. He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect. She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered. And when they fell - They fell like stars crashing to earth: Brilliant. Beautiful. And irreversible.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

For the past fourteen years, Anushka has lived a quiet life with her father, believing her world was simple and complete. But everything changes when she is suddenly forced to move in with her mother's family-a family she barely knows. Confused and unwilling, Anushka struggles to adjust to a life that feels stranger than she ever imagined. What she doesn't know is that her entire life has been built on secrets. Secrets about the past. Secrets about her family. And the biggest one of all-her other half. Somewhere out there, her twin brother is alive... a truth hidden from her for years. As fate begins to unfold, Anushka is unknowingly pulled into a dangerous underground world filled with power, enemies, and dark alliances. In that world, destiny has already chosen a path for her-one that will bind her forever to the man she hates the most. But in a world ruled by secrets and obsession, hate and love are often separated by a very thin line. Ig- _velvet.words

🌸✨ Inaaya was once a cute, bubbly girl, full of laughter and light 🌸. But her past left scars that turned her cold and distant ❄️🖤. Now, she steps into the new Rathoure family, carrying both her innocence and the shadows of what she has endured. Surrounded by 9 protectors who are drawn to her in different ways, Inaaya navigates love, loyalty, and hidden dangers 🔥. One of them becomes possessive and obsessed, testing her strength and wit-will the Rathoures accept her, or will her past keep her at the edge of their world?

She knows that she loves him from her childhood but she doesn't know that is her biggest mistake . She thinks that he is love her that way she do . But it's her misunderstanding . The time more pass ..the distance between us more . He becomes rude and cold towards me and always insults me . He is not the one who i love . I don't why . In our children we used to play and make promises but now he is even disgusted himself if i touch his things ..... If you want to know what happens!! Then you should read. I can say this story doesn't waste time when you read it .. Male Lead : Aarav Oberoi. Female Lead : Meera Sharma. =========🍁🍁🍁🍁========= The cover photo is not my . I take the photo from Google. English is not my first language . So , ignore my grammar article mistake . It's my original story . So , don't cover it . Or i have to take steps .

Chandini has always been the girl people overlook-gentle, traditional, and painfully submissive. Her kindness makes her easy to use, and years of being taken advantage and a hard life have taught her to stay quiet, keep her head down, and never ask for anything. She flinches at raised voices, apologizes even when she's not at fault, and moves through life as softly as possible to avoid being hurt again. When her father dies, she is bound by his final business agreement: marriage to Stefan Vitello. Stefan is everything Chandini was not. A powerful, dominating, self-made architect whose presence is enough to silence a room. He speaks little, commands effortlessly, and expects obedience without having to raise his voice. Around him, Chandini feels smaller than ever-terrified to disappoint, terrified to draw attention, terrified of him. She tends to his home with quiet devotion, follows his clipped instructions without hesitation, and avoids meeting his eyes. Stefan never explains himself, never softens, never reveals what he truly thinks of his fragile, trembling wife. But he watches. He notices every flinch, every whispered apology, every moment she tries to make herself invisible. Hi guys I'm currently working on this and will try to update as frequently as I can! Read to follow along with their story!

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

She married a stranger to save her father. She walked into college to build her future. She never imagined both paths would collide. At just twenty, Aarohi Sharma is innocent, mischievous, and full of quiet dreams. An arranged marriage ties her life to a man she barely knows-Dr. Advay Sharma, a twenty-eight-year-old physics professor, calm, disciplined, and bound by rules. Their marriage is built on responsibility, not love... and a promise: No one will know they are married. But fate plays its own games.Because the man she calls husband at home is the same man she must call Sir in college. In the classroom, he is strict, unreadable, untouchable. And she? She is chaos. With innocent sarcasm, childish mischief, and a smile that tests his patience daily, Aarohi gets on Advay's nerves-knowing well that he can't say a word beyond being her professor. What starts as harmless teasing turns into a silent war of glances, restrained irritation, and emotions neither of them planned