"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.

𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫.... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵- 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘝𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-19 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘭, 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

"You married me by mistake Ayansh.Not by choice". She screamed "You are not a mistake Rose.You are my only choice and i will spend the rest of my life proving it to you" He replied Aarvi Arora 🌹 The Goldenbird Bold, fearless, and the soul of every room she enters. Aarvi lives life on her own terms-until a scandal flips her world upside down. Misunderstood but never broken, she's a storm wrapped in sunshine. "Zindagi ko khul ke jeena seekha hai maine... par ab lagta hai, saansen bhi ginti ja rahi hain." ("I learned to live life freely... but now even my breaths feel counted.") Ayansh Singh Rajawat 🥀 The Silent Storm Shy, composed, and every bit the responsible heir. Ayansh doesn't speak much-but when he does, the world listens. He's not your average prince charming-he's better. The man who steps in when no one else dares. "Kuch faisle dil se nahi, zimmedari se liye jaate hain." ("Some decisions aren't made from the heart, but out of responsibility.")

Adhrit Arora Cold-hearted. Prideful. Hot-tempered. A self-made businessman whose silence is sharper than most words. Haunted by abandonment and obsessed with control, he hides his shattered past behind power and arrogance. Emotions are a luxury he doesn't allow-until she walks into his world, challenging everything he believes about love, loyalty, and weakness. "I don't believe in fairytales. But if you want a war, I'll make you my battlefield." Advika Singh Rajawat Selfless. Generous. Lively. A ray of warmth in a world that's forgotten how to feel. She's the glue that holds her broken family together, often misunderstood because of her optimism. Beneath her softness lies fierce strength-a girl who won't bend, even if the world breaks her. When thrown into Adhrit's harsh world, she's the only chaos he can't control. "You can shut the world out, Adhrit. But you can't shut me out-I'll knock until your silence breaks."

"Say you love me", I pleaded her She frowned at the strange request. I want to hear it coming from her pretty lips. I want to hear her say it while I make her feel good. Because that's all I've ever wanted. "Say it" Her. "Please" She held me tighter and looked deep into my eyes. I felt like I was melting, "I love you" MATURE AUDIENCE 18+

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

-------------- Calcutta, 1940s. A forced marriage. A rising rebellion. A love story that was never meant to exist. Edward Benticks-cold, arrogant, the Governor-General's son-is ordered to marry an Indian aristocrat to "secure the Empire." He hates the idea. He hates her. And he hates that he can't say no. Priyanshika Jadhav-fierce, proud, and born with rebellion in her veins-is pushed into marrying the very man whose people stole her country. She refuses to break. She refuses to bow. And she refuses to be his obedient bride. Two enemies. Two egos. One dangerous marriage that sparks a war of its own. When power clashes with pride... When hatred tangles with desire... When duty traps them under the same roof... Who bends first- the British officer raised to command, or the Indian woman who burns for her freedom? A thrilling collision of ego, rebellion, and forbidden tension- where every glance is a challenge, every silence is a battle, and every moment pulls them deeper into a storm neither of them can escape.

"Who even told you to put up that entire 'I will save this heroine' stunt?" She added further as he looked into her eyes after clipping his watch on his wrist. "So, you are mad because I married you?" He asked frowning after analysing the entire conversation. "Ding ding ding! Happy realisation." She smiled at him ever so sweetly and clapped at him. Mockingly. Ding ding ding? As in Ninja Hatori? He thought. " What if I prove that 'shaadi with me is not equal to barbadi'?" He asked pushing his hands into his pants pockets. "What do I get?" He asked further, slightly leaning towards her face now looking into her eyes at her eye level. "My whole respect and investment into our future." Without thinking anything she just let it out. Wait. What? What the - What did I even say? Bappa! Kay karu mi ya thonda ch? [God! What am I supposed to do about this damn mouth?] _ Anya Deshmukh is 25 years old, an eldest daughter of the family. She is everything one would want in a wife but life happens and she was left all by herself at the marriage altar until a knight in shining armour comes for her rescue. Rayansh Dubey. He is 27 year old and a middle child of the family. He is everything a girl would look for in her husband. In Tailor Swift's words "In a world of boys, he's a gentleman." But for his career, his marriage wasn't the helpful fact; now that it is at the peak. Will I survive this unexpected journey? Is the question struck at the back of their heads. So, let's take a seat to go through their rollercoaster journey to find the answer to their question. Rom-com with a twist! 🫣

She was born into elegance- The kind that smiles at dinners, curtsies to expectations, and never raises her voice. But silence doesn't mean peace. And fire can burn quietly, too. He was carved from darker things- Power without apology, charm sharpened like a blade. A ghost from her past, wearing hatred like a crown. They were never supposed to meet again. But fate has cruel timing... And this time, it doesn't ask. Bound by bloodlines, locked in a life neither chose, they become a portrait of civility on the outside, and war on the inside. Every glance is a threat. Every word, a knife. Until hatred bleeds into obsession... And the silence between them begins to speak. But love, if this is love, doesn't save. It ruins. And what they become may be too twisted to survive the light.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?