He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. "Then name your price, Miss Rawal." The air between them turned razor-sharp. Everyone waited - stunned, breathless - for Arisha's reply. Her lips curved, not in amusement but in challenge. "Your whole worth," she said slowly, "is not even close to my price." ______________________________________ "Possession isn't optional... it's destiny." He is the King of Rajasthan-powerful, feared, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever noticed... until fate threw them together. In a world of royal expectations, family secrets, and dangerous rivals, their hearts collide, igniting a passion neither expected. But can love survive when every glance, every decision, and every secret is under scrutiny? Will Arisha win the king's heart... or will the shadows of the past tear them apart before their story even begins?

A rainy night. A silent tunnel. And a car that never came out. Some accidents are forgotten with time. This one became a ghost. Years later, the Raghuvanshis stand at the peak of power like modern-day royalty.. respected by the world, feared by their enemies, and bound together by a loyalty strong enough to destroy anyone who dares threaten their family. Yashveer Singh Raghuvanshi - the heir who carries an empire on his shoulders while waiting for a throne that may never be his. Samar Singh Raghuvanshi - calm, composed, and terrifyingly protective of the people he calls his own. Sahir Singh Raghuvanshi - the smiling chaos capable of burning entire lives with nothing but secrets and a screen. Yuvaansh Singh Raghuvanshi - the quiet soul whose silence hides the deepest storms. But power always comes with a price. Because buried beneath royal legacies, business empires, and dangerous love stories lies a truth that was never meant to resurface. And when fate finally begins connecting the broken pieces of that rainy night... love will no longer remain just love. It will become obsession. Protection. Possession. And destruction. ______________________________________________________________ ⚠️ Note: This story is currently on hold as I'm focusing on Akshara: The Forgotten Seed. I'll start this once that journey ends. Thank you for waiting with me 💗✨

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

The Yadavs and the Suryavanshis - two of the most powerful empires in the world, collapsed in a single night. Both families vanished without a trace... as if they had never existed. But did they truly disappear or was it only an illusion? Twenty-four-year-old Rivan Rathore - ruthless billionaire, feared mafia king, and heir to an empire that bows to no one.. believes in control, not destiny. But is he really a Rathore by blood? Meet Rivan Suryavanshi - the last heir of a dynasty the world believes is extinct... The wielder of the seven core universal powers... and the man who resurrected the Suryavanshi empire from ashes. Twenty-one-year-old Ishika Raichand - a hidden princess no one has ever truly seen, lives quietly in Rishikesh, protected by a family that would burn the world to keep her safe. But only they know who she truly is. The lost Princess of the Yadavs. The secret force behind the reborn Yadav empire, the only rival powerful enough to stand against Suryavanshi Groups. The only person in the universe who can challenge him... break him... or bring him to his knees. Because the truth is far more dangerous than rivalry. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢. When two fallen dynasties, ancient powers, and a decades-old promise collide, they are forced into a marriage neither asked for... but both were born for. Because some bonds are not made by choice. They are written in blood. Sealed by power. And completed only when two souls become one. He thinks she's a fragile, clumsy girl. She plans to make him run. Neither knows- Their powers awaken only together. Their pain echoes across distance. And the enemies hunting them have waited their entire l

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".