THE RATHORES

"The Rathores may be wolves... but they never bite their own."

Loyalty isn't a choice in their family—it's law.

Every member would die for each other.No betrayals. No backstabbing.Only cold, silent vengeance for anyone who tries.

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💼 Rudra Rathore – 60

Patriarch. A legend in suits. Never yells, never threatens.

His power is unspoken—and so is his wrath.

He built the Rathore empire through fear, control, and unmatched calculation.

Rumour says he once took down an entire rival family without a drop of blood visible.

Trauma? None. Because monsters aren't born from pain, some are born from precision.

"Rudra never needed a gun.
He had silence—and everyone feared it more."

🌸 Ishita Rathore – 53

Stunning, serene, always in control.

Society adores her—but they don't see the quiet steel beneath that grace.

No trauma. She's the unshaken core of the house. Never raised her voice, but her one look could paralyze.

"She didn't wear diamonds—she wore composure.
And that was deadlier than any crown."

🥀 Aarav Rathore – 33

Eldest son. Cold, calm, and catastrophic.

Rumoured to have burned a man's empire for touching someone close to him—and walked away untouched.

Trauma: Betrayal. Once believed in love, until someone close betrayed him so deeply that now... he loves like a war.

Eyes that don't see you. They mark you.

"He didn't fall in love.
He marked. He claimed.
And once you were his, there was no going back."

💣 Ayaan Rathore –27

The middle child. Sin in motion. Sharp smile, sharper pain.

Trauma: As a child, he caused an accident that left someone permanently scarred. He's never forgiven himself.

Uses women, liquor, and fights to outrun his demons—but they always catch up.

Most unpredictable Rathore. Maybe the most broken.

"He kissed like he was apologizing—
And fought like he wanted to lose."

🌷 Amaira Rathore – 23

Sweet, radiant, the only softness in the family.

Protected fiercely. She doesn't know the full darkness of her bloodline—and they plan to keep it that way.

No trauma. Because her brothers built a cage of silk and swords around her.

"She was raised with light—
So she'd never look for the shadows her family lived in."

🔪 Devyaan Rathore – 31

Aarav's cousin. Younger by two years. Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly quiet.

Dangerously loyal to Aarav—not because of love, but because of a blood oath they made as teens.

Trauma: Was kidnapped as a child and locked in a basement for weeks. He survived. But the part that broke? Never came back.

He's the family's silent fixer. If Aarav says "handle it," Devyaan smiles—and someone disappears.

"He doesn't flinch at blood.
He flinches at betrayal.
Because when you've been broken in the dark,
you learn to become it."

🕊️ Ishra Rathore – 25

Devyaan's younger sister. Just 25. Gentle, kind, artistic.

Everyone says she's too soft to be a Rathore—but maybe softness is her strength.

No trauma. Raised with fierce love by Devyaan, who treats her like the only thing left worth protecting.

Close to Amaira. Loves painting, baking, and pretending the world isn't on fire.

"She bloomed where blood was spilled—
A rose among wolves.
But don't forget... even roses have thorns."

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💌 AUTHOR'S SASSY AF REMINDER (yeah, AGAIN 💅)

Alright, sugarplums—this is your ✨SECOND✨ announcement (because clearly I'm not dramatic enough already 😤) that I won't be posting daily.

WHY, you ask?

Because this girlie right here is being held hostage by Assignments™, Deadlines™, and the absolute devil that is the education system. 🎓🔥

Yep. I'll be posting only twice a week, babes. I know, I know—cue the sobs, throw the roses, scream into pillows 😭💔

But if I die mid-way through this novel,
don't blame me.
BLAME THIS F*CKASS EDUCATION SYSTEM.
Tell Aarav to avenge me. Period. 😌🖤🔪

Thank youuuu for loving Raat Ki Raani the way you do, for voting, commenting, and literally breathing life into this dark mess I'm creating 😭🖤 I adore y'all. Always.

Now go sip your tea, fix your crown, and wait for the chaos to unfold 😈

Kisses,
~ Author Ishani 🖤

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