"I am married." "I know." "I have a child." "I know." "You could lose everything." "I know." "Then why are you still here?" "Because you're the choice I will make at any cost, Doctor." Kavita Sen saves lives for a living. But she cannot save her marriage. She cannot save her family. And she cannot convince the court that she is a good mother. Shreyansh Oberoi is everything she is not - careless, reckless, and far too young to be looking at her the way he does. She is thirty-five, married, and fighting for the custody of her daughter. He is twenty-five, brilliant, and the last person she should ever get involved with. He was never supposed to be her happiness. He was never supposed to be her escape. But somewhere between night duties, court dates, and unsaid things, he became the only person who ever asked her one simple question: "When was the last time you chose something for yourself?" This is not a story about right or wrong. This is a story about choices and their consequences. This is Shiddat.

𝐊𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚 "𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚!" BOOK 2 of MOONLIT SERIES! He loved her out loud while she bled in silence.

She learned early that the world burns the soft-hearted-so she became the fire instead. Cold, controlled, and feared, she carries scars no one sees and trusts no one who dares come close. He is everything she is not-gentle, patient, and quietly devoted. Drawn to her darkness like a moth to flame, he doesn't resist the pull... even when it threatens to consume him. In a bond shaped by pain, power, and unspoken need, their worlds collide-where love is not tender, but fierce, dangerous, and inevitable. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓReverse age gap ᯓGrumpy sunshine ᯓSecond chance ᯓGrovelling ᯓHe fell first and harder

Love. Silence. Resentment. Redemption.

Taskeen-e-dil (تسکینِ دِل): soothing a sorrowful and longing heart. COMING SOON...

Shayan Khanzada is ruin in human form, storm wrapped in leather and ink, possessive to the bone, violently protective. Abandoned young, he learned early that love is a blade: sharp, bloody, and his to wield. The only softness he ever allowed was hers. And he never let it go. Maheen Khanzada is fragile prey, soft-spoken, trembling, forever trying to escape the shadow he casts. She's terrified of the man who once held her hand to sleep, but now claims her with a gun to his own temple. She's the light he both craves and wants to devour, the only one who can quiet the screaming inside his skull. He came back for her. Not to ask. To take. The family buried her engagement like a corpse, praying the monster wouldn't smell blood. They were wrong. He corners her in hallways, drags her close in rooms full of people, presses a gun to his own temple and forces vows from her lips. Anyone who touches her, ends up broken or burning. He'll carve out hearts, set fires, spill blood to keep her chained to him. She'll cry, she'll beg, she'll soften the devil just enough to survive him. But survival isn't freedom. This is no redemption arc. This is an obsession carved into bone. A vicious, unapologetic dark romance of lethal possession, fractured childhoods, and a love that only thrives in the wreckage. He owns her soul. She owns his madness. And neither will ever be free. •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦?

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Trope Love marriage Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.