Anirudh Singh Rajpoot has the power to bring the world to his feet; respected and feared, his one word can shake the government yet his heart yearns for the family he lost. Arish Singh Rajpoot had his life snatched away from him, brutally forced to leave behind the one place he could truly call Home. Adikrit Singh Rajpoot was born in the palace of riches with a silver spoon yet he never knew the meaning of love because he never got it. Aarush Singh Rajpoot has a heart of gold and loves everyone like family yet his heart longs for the moment he could truly have a family. When a cruel web of lies starts unraveling, the buried truths encompasses the lies woven over the years; Will the family finally find their Home ? Khwaish, A Heart's Yearning is a heart-wrenching journey of betrayal, shattered trust, rivalries, regret, redemption, forgiveness and acceptance.

In a house ruled by discipline... love speaks in silence. Aryan Rathore is not just the eldest , he is the shield of the family. Cold, strict, and unbreakable, he believes emotions are distractions and discipline is survival. After fate placed the responsibility of raising his cousins on his shoulders, he vowed to protect them at any cost , even if it meant becoming the villain in their eyes.

Joong believed marriage was redemption. Proof that surviving still meant something. The wedding is flawless-marble floors, crystal lights, perfection in every detail. Joong walks down the aisle alone, dressed in white, smiling softly beneath the lights. He is alone not because he has no family, but because they chose not to stand beside him. At the altar waits Dunk Natachai-the man Joong has loved since he was fourteen. Older, composed, unreachable once, and now impossibly his husband. For a moment, it feels like a miracle. Until Joong reaches him. Dunk does not extend his hand. The pause is small, barely noticeable, but Joong feels it instantly-a warning where warmth should have been. The vows are spoken. Applause fills the hall. The kiss is brief, polite, and wrong. Then Dunk leans close and whispers, meant only for him: "Welcome to hell, husband." Joong's smile does not break. He has learned how to smile even when something inside him goes completely still. What follows is not a love story, but a marriage that becomes a sentence rather than a sanctuary. Hope turns into control. Affection fades into cruelty. Silence replaces devotion. This is not a story about a wedding, but about a fall. And whether Joong survives it remains unanswered.

A blessed family. The Rathores were often called the blessed family. Blessed by generational wealth, blessed with nobility that ran in their veins, blessed by their very human nature. They were good people, powerful people- almost an oxymoron in the current world. Everyone looked up to them- the perfect family. What happens when a wild card is forced into this perfect family, breaking this house of cards. Azaan Khan was perfectly alright being the orphan with no roots. He was perfectly alright living his life seeking blood and thrills, cradling the remains of his heart until it beat itself to death. He was perfectly alright waiting for death. But then he is forced, handcuffed to a family he knows nothing of, and wants nothing from. Ranveer Singh Rathore was perfectly fine, looking after his weakened father, raising his brothers. The pain of losing his mother and youngest brother had dulled after these many years. He did wonder about them sometimes, but it was a well healed wound... or so he thought until a boy bearing his brother's fingerprints surfaces. Anguish wrecks his father, unease unsettles his brothers, and he himself is at loss at what to do. He adores the stranger that holds his brother's blood- but while he had fixed his family- can he fix what was broken beyond repair? Basically what if a perfectly normal family meets a boy who would leap off a building for fun.

A one-shot book; for the time being. This book is solely going to focus on the brothers, and I mean that to the fullest when I say it. The wives may be mentioned at times, but romance will never be the highlight. (.!.this description is temporary.!.)

This is Book 2 of the series Ansh: More Than a Brother (You can read it as a standalone too!) 18-year-old Ansh now wiser, louder, and more rebellious stepping into college life. But despite the changes, one thing remains the same: the most important person in his life is still his dada, Arjun. Arjun Malhotra, whose entire world revolves around Ansh, has always protected their little world fiercely. But what happens when a third person enters that world? Will their bond shatter or grow even stronger than before?

A boy who was living his life peacefully with his grandmother But..... Destiny played it's game He is forced to live with the family with whom he never even wanted to meet Now how he lived with the family who hates him too much,with the brothers who don't even wants to look at him... Will he ever going to have the love of family or he always be the unwanted person in everyone's life.....

William had always been kind of different from the other omegas. He has an extremely sensitive sense of smell that makes it hard for him to find a partner. No scent had managed to catch his attention-some even smell disgusting to him. Alpha Est. Always had been told he's not quite alpha. Heck, someone even said he's a dissapointment since he's admittedly too soft and gentle. But, does he give a fuck? So what that he's not the typical alpha? And if they met? The thing is... why does William want to ruin the alpha so bad instead of getting ruined by him? Top:William Bottom:Est

It was his beautiful smile that Captivated Earth and made him want to be the reason the boy never stopped smiling

Fang Duobing sacrificed himself for Li Lianhua because he didn't want Li Lianhua to die so soon..... So let's see how Fang Duobing will sacrifice himself..... (I never write stories by myself. This is the first time I have written a story by myself. I am not good at speaking English, so I am sorry if you see any grammatical errors and if I have written something wrong or made any mistakes, please forgive me.)