1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

𝐒𝐡𝐡𝐡...𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦...

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

"He was her downfall. She was his ruin. But if love was a crime, they were ready to commit the ultimate sin together." 𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖆 She lived to save people. He lived to destroy them. Loving her was the greatest sin he ever committed - and the only one he chose willingly. She was a doctor, trained to heal. But beneath her steady hands and gentle smile, she was the one who needed healing the most. After her mother's death and a lifetime of her father's hatred, she gave up on the idea of love. She longed for it... but love never came. He came instead - wrapped in vengeance and shadows. She believed he only wanted revenge. He craved revenge... or so she thought. Her own father sold her to him in a contract - her freedom for her brother's life. "Didn't you think about this prince before dying?" growled, dragging her from the edge. "If you die... then who will I marry? From whom will I take my revenge?" (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Aryaveer x Tara 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 ...... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 ,𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 But death didn't claim her. He did. Is he her saviour ? O

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

They tied the knot in their childhood arranged by their families. The little hearts never knew the actual meaning of this bond called 'marriage' which was forced upon them in childhood. As they grew older, their way of thinking changed, their mindset changed, their friendships changed. But their love? Will that remain the same, or will that too change with time? Rudransh Rathore, an architect and Akshita Suryawanshi, a college student tied the knot in their childhood. But a few months after the wedding, Rudransh was sent abroad for his studies but Akshita? She stayed back there because of their families' backward thinking about women. Fifteen years have passed, yet Rudransh has not returned. Though she spent her days receiving the love of her in-laws and her own family, she never received her husband's love. Now, as he is about to return, will her husband accept her, or will they also get lost in the pages of memory like those childhood friends we once lost?

"I thought you loved me" i said while controlling my tears from Stroming down. "I never said that" he said blankly staring me. "Then what was those our quality times,soft touches,hugs?" I asked him angrily. " It was past. If you think those childish behaviour of yours was love then you're the stupidest in the World " he said chuckling. "Why the hell you married me ?" I shouted at him in anger. "The only reason of our marriage is my revenge." He said calmly,looking straight into my eyes. "Y-y-ou used me" I said broking in tears there. This was the conversation of our first wedding night. What would happens when royal princess whose heart is full of sympathy would fall in love with someone who used her for his fire of revenge . She is sensitive but not weak. She knows how to make someone taste their own taste. Cold hearted he. He isn't someone's cup of tea. His rage is beyond everything. One sharpe gaze of Him and everyone losses their balance. His is stone hearted who cares of nothing but his ambition. His moves are full of fire. He said his heart doesn't beat. While his heart beated once when he saw her. He smiled again when he met her. He wanted to live once again when he touched her. But the only thing which was stopping him was his Revenge. He was bounded in a promise. Fire and water. Both are totally opposite but the only thing in common is they both can destroy everything in the world. They represent self-destructing human emotions such as revenge and desire of forgiveness. They both have ability to creat disaster. What will she do? How will they both survive together? Will she melt his heart? Or he will burn her in his fire? What was his revenge ? What's the connection of her with his revenge? Will he ever love her? Wanna know? If yes, please do read this book to find out.