𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | 𝟏𝟖+

UNVEILING THE TROPES, WARNINGS AND CHARACTERS

TROPES:

1. Ruthless Mafia King

2. Middle-Class Family Girl

3. Obsessive Male Lead

4. Stalking

5. Dark and Erotic Romance

6. BDSM Elements

7. Arranged Marriage by Manipulation

WARNING:

This is an erotic and dark romance story. It contains heavy smut, BDSM elements, ownership dynamics, and extremely possessive and mature themes.

It does not contain any rape or abuse.

If you're comfortable with these themes, then read on. Otherwise, feel free to leave.

CHARACTERS :-

Rudra Rawat

The Ruthless Mafia Lord
32 years old
The Lord of the Rawat Empire

His ruthlessness is etched into every part of him—from the cold, calculating glint in his eyes to the strength in his hands that never lets go. He is a Lord in his empire, but when it comes to Kiara, he’s not just a ruler—he’s a predator, circling his prey, claiming her, body and soul. The darkness that defines him is his power, his possession of her, and he revels in the control he holds over every part of her being. To him, she is a possession, his to mark, his to break, his to own.

Kiara Sen

The Beautiful, Intelligent Soul of a Middle-Class Family
22 years old

Kiara is the kind of woman who holds beauty in the most innocent of ways—naive, untouched by the shadows of the world around her. But beneath her delicate exterior, there is strength in her silence, intelligence in her every word. She is caught in Rudra’s web, drawn to the darkness he exudes. Despite her own resistance, there is an undeniable pull to him, a pull she cannot escape. She is both a prisoner of his touch and a willing participant, her mind and heart tangled in his possessive hold. Every moment with him is a battle between submission and defiance, and in the end, she finds herself trapped, unable to break free from the man who owns her.

BLURB :-

Rudra pulls her firmly into his hold, his arms like iron, trapping her in his embrace. His lips brush against her neck, a slow, deliberate caress that sends shivers of anticipation through her. "Shhhh, it's your owner," he breathes against her skin, the words dripping with dominance.

His mouth moves down her neck, kissing, marking, claiming her as his, each touch a silent promise of what’s to come. "Who owns you, baby?" he growls, his voice rough with hunger, demanding an answer.

Her breath catches, the pressure of his body against hers almost suffocating. She stammers, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "Y--you." It’s a surrender, a confession, a binding vow she can't take back.

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