ARDHYA: The Masterpiece of Obsession ​The Official Book Description ​"I didn't just marry a Billionaire. I married the Shadow that owns the world." ​Veda Bharadwaj thought she had found her "Happily Ever After" in the arms of Adiyogi Kashyap, the genius founder of the Shunya empire. He was charming, flirtatious, and protective. He promised her a world of art and luxury. ​But the "Protector" has a secret that bleeds red. Veda is a creature of color, an artist who sees the world in strokes of light. Adiyogi is the King of Shunya-a man who lives in the shadows of binary codes and blood-stained legacies. He didn't just fall in love with her; he claimed her. He turned her life into a gilded cage, replaced her paints with his obsession, and branded her soul with his name. He is the villain of her story, yet he is the only one who can save her. He is the monster who locks her away, yet his touch is the only thing that makes her feel alive. You will hate him for his arrogance. You will scream at her for her weakness. You will want to walk away from their twisted game... but you won't be able to. But Adiyogi has a secret. A secret that bleeds. A brother exiled to the shadows of Varanasi. A father whose ghost still holds the whip. A "Project Bhairav" that threatens to burn everything they've built. When the man who stole your freedom is the only one protecting you from a fate worse than death, do you run? Or do you pick up the brush and paint your own destiny in the blood he spills? ************************************ "He's the fire that burns me. I'm the canvas that survives him." ______________________________________ Warning: This isn't a fairytale. There are no heroes here-only men who have forgotten how to be human and a woman who is learning how to survive them. Adiyogi will provoke you. Veda will break your heart. And Shivansh? He will make you question everything you thought was true. ​

Prologue - His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him. "Overreacting?" he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing another man lay even a finger on you? You're mine, Riya. Only mine." Her tears began to fall freely now, streaking down her cheeks. She didn't dare move, her body froze under the weight of his possessiveness. "I didn't mean to upset you," she said softly, her voice trembling. His grip loosened slightly as he stared into her tearful eyes. For a moment, the fire in his gaze softened, replaced by something deeper, darker. Without warning he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was fierce, desperate, a raw display of his dominance and his need to claim her. Riya gasped against his lips, her tears mingling with the intensity of the moment. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, but he didn't let her go. Instead, his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he was afraid she might slip away. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and his voice softened, though it still carried the edge of his obsession. "I don't know how to love softly, Riya. My love for you is a fire, and it will burn anyone who dares come close. Even, if you let them." -----

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?

She was just 21-fragile, sick, and silent. An introverted girl with a tired soul and no strength left to fight the world. He was 30-feared, ruthless, and deeply broken. Istanbul's most dangerous mafia don, a man known for his cruelty, his cold blood, and the enemies that hunted his name. He never planned to keep her. One look, and he knew she deserved a gentler world-one without blood on its hands. So he let her go.... thinking it was the kindest thing he'd ever done. But destiny is never that merciful. Because sometimes, no matter how far you run or how cruel the world may seem, **some souls are meant to find their way back to each other.** When he saw her once again -soft, quiet, and unlike everything he had ever known-he couldn't walk away this . So he didn't. Instead, he **forced her family to marry her off to him**, threatening everything they held dear. But she was too ill to fight it. Too weak to stand at the altar. Too unaware to even know her life had changed forever. A love born in shadows. A marriage sealed in silence. And a story that proves even the coldest hearts can burn with love again. ---

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

𝐌𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐡 " 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐇𝐎𝐆 " 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞!! ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓." 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔. 𝑯𝒆? 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 🌙 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢... 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙.

✨✨✨ Royal Series 1✨✨✨ Just like the tagline says, it's all a facade. A facade that they created themselves, but it changed their lives the way they never imagined. A runaway bride who accidentally meets a police officer. She is in a desperate need of help and he is her saviour. But she is a trouble he didn't see coming. However, he also takes advantage of her and uses her for his purpose. Their love-hate relationship tests the people around them. They are not sure if they are faking it to the world or themselves. Only destiny knows if they are meant to be together or just fall apart like strangers. Tropes: Runaway bride Police officer Grumpy x sunshine Politician's daughter Fake relationship Royal Romance

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

BOOK 1 IN THE MORETTI SERIES A story about an oppressed young woman and a ruthless Mafia man arranged to be married in a world neither of them asked to be born in. *SLOWBURN ROMANCE* *Morally grey Male lead.* *Innocent Female lead.*