👑 Ridhimann Singh Rathore
"Power did not make him ruthless-survival did."
Ridhimann Singh Rathore, the King of Rajasthan, rules with silence and authority, feared by the world and untouchable by choice. His presence commands obedience, his gaze carries judgment, and his promises are carved in honor. Beneath the crown lives a man bound by guilt, loyalty, and an old debt he never forgot-because for him, a Rajput promise is paid in blood, not words.
🌑 Adira Sharma
"She learned to be strong long before she learned to be happy."
Adira Sharma, a 23-year-old MBBS student, is calm, resilient, and quietly brave. Raised on truth and discipline, she believes in healing, justice, and standing firm even when the world collapses. Gentle in presence yet unbreakable in spirit, she carries her pain in silence-never knowing that fate is about to pull her into a darkness she was never meant to face.
"Some are born to rule, some are born to endure... and some are born to be claimed by fate itself."
He wears a crown forged in power, silence, and blood. She carries a heart shaped by truth, loss, and resilience. One rules the world from the shadows, the other survives it with quiet strength. When fate brings them to the same crossroads, promises resurface, debts awaken, and destinies collide-because some lives are never meant to remain untouched by the crown.
Mafia×student
He fell first but she fell harder
Past relationship
Touch her and die
Possessive
Protective
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Book 1 GHOST Complete
Book 2 TROJAN Ongoing
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Excerpt
I got a peace offering. And Ice cream.
The message popped up again.
His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore.
Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge.
Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling.
Shall I leave?
Ansh did not respond.
Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts.
Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside.
Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him.
Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted.
Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath.
"You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears.
Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.