"I am so sorry, Ambika," Rudraksha choked out, his voice thick with emotion. With trembling hands, he withdrew, his eyes downcast as if he could not bear to meet her gaze. "I... You don't deserve this," he continued, his words laced with anguish. "You don't deserve any of it..." As he spoke, his eyes, red-rimmed and wild, finally met hers. His hair fell in disheveled locks across his forehead, giving him an untamed appearance. He was caught between his emotions and his fierce possessiveness. "But I can't let you go... you're mine, right?" he said, voice softening as he searched her eyes for answers. Of course, no one would dare lay a finger on me except you, she thought, her eyes hardening. But before she could respond, he moved with surprising swiftness, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The feel of his strong arms around her was startling. Rudraksha was reduced to tears, it was a peculiar sight-his colossal frame, usually a source of strength now trembled with each sob. The man whose muscular build and stoic demeanor exuded an almost intimidating confidence, now seemed so fragile, so human. Instinctively, Ambika returned his embrace, her fingers gently stroking his back in an attempt to soothe him. "I can't leave without you, Ambika," he sobbed, his voice muffled against her neck. "You're too precious to me. I love you so much... I love you, more than I love myself." ••• "Stay away from me. You have no idea what I can do to you," he warned, his voice dripping with desperation and a hint of madness. "I am Rakshas, Ambika. I am a Rakshas!" His eyes blood shot, dripping with tears. ••• "If you are a thorn," she continued, her words soft but resolute, "I would happily open my arms to get hurt. If you are a heartbreaker, then my innocent heart is waiting for you to break. My hands are waiting for the awaiting hands of sorrow."

Sneak Peek: The door slammed shut, and before Noor could react, Theodore's presence consumed the room. His piercing gaze locked onto her, dark and possessive, making her heart race. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, his commanding presence closing the distance in seconds. "Did you think you could escape me, Noor?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise that made her pulse quicken. Before she could respond, he was right there, towering over her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her close. She was pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his dominance. "You belong to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a kiss-rough, urgent, claiming. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. She gasped, breathless, as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. He pressed his body against hers, his desire undeniable, his kiss relentless. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with possessiveness. Noor's body trembled in response, her resistance slipping as his touch ignited a fire inside her. Despite her attempts to push away, she knew one thing: she was his.

"You are no one to me. You are nothing to me." I said looking straight to his eyes holding back my tears. "Oh really!! Looks like I have to remind you what exactly I am to you" his grip tightend on my wrist as he pinned me against the wall and captured my lips. Abeer Singh Rathore The most feared mafia in the world. The CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, cruel , dominating and possessive. He never think twice before killing someone. For him, there is only two things are important first, his work and second his Jaan. Janhvi Oberoi A sweet, sensitive, kind, beautiful pediatric doctor who forced to marry a man whom she never met and exact opposite to her. What will happen when she gets to know that the man whom she married is obsessed with her and ready to kill anyone for her. what will happen when a cruel mafia get obsessed for the kindest doctor?? While he is master of killing and making people suffer, on the other hand she is can die to save other people. #slowburn #loveaftermarriage #forcedmarriage #desiromance​

Hafid, a cold-blooded mastermind, descended from a powerful political family and deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, is driven by an unyielding desire to keep Shanvi, his wife, close. In order to bind her to him forever and never let her go, he'd go to any extreme, even if it meant shattering her world and forcing her to stay after she discovered his dark side. ..... The college Diwali festival marked the beginning of Shanvi's crush on Hafid. As the chief guest, he stood out, though he attended reluctantly on behalf of his well-known father, Mr. Hamza Ali. Initially, Hafid didn't pay much attention to Shanvi yet, over time, a connection began to form. However, by the time Hafid recognized his feelings for Shanvi, it was too late to act on them. YES- He Lost It All. Her trust, love, everything that once bound them. All that remained was her seething hatred. She despised him, not just for who he was, but for letting herself fall for him. Her self-blame grew stronger as she realized she had disregarded her parents' warnings and married him against their wishes. She tried to get apart, but.... Through every challenge, he vowed to make her HIS, regardless of her consent. Amid the chaos, he was determined to rewrite their story, even if it meant facing the fiercest storms. ................................................................. "I will escape you and your dark world." - Shanvi. "I plan on giving you my heartbeat before I let you go." - Hafid. [WARNING - Violence + Adult Content]

This is not your average love story. This is a tale of power and passion, of a man feared like a shadow in daylight-Rudraveer Singh Rajvansh, a king born of blood and dominance. And the woman fate chose for him-Sia, a quiet storm, whose presence begins to unravel the only man no one dares to question. In this book, you will find: A love that's raw, untamed, and burning Brutal justice delivered with no apology Sensuality blended with respect, chaos, and surrender Twisted loyalties and unspoken fears Royal games where one wrong step means ruin And above all, a reminder that even the devil... may have one weakness. This story is set in a modern royal world, where technology thrives, but tradition still commands loyalty. Expect everything-rage, rituals, desire, and redemption-wrapped in silk and stained with blood. You're about to step into a kingdom ruled by fear, but softened by the unexpected touch of love. Proceed with your heart open and your morals suspended.

Love. Obsession. And a man who doesn't know where one ends and the other begins. Alana Singh has always known how to disappear - into shadows, into silence, into the wounds no one dares to see. Dusky, curvy, and overlooked, she never expected to catch the eye of Digvijay Singh Rathore - the ruthless billionaire with eyes like winter and a soul carved from secrets. But he's been watching her for years. Waiting. Planning. And when she steps into his empire for an internship, she walks straight into the trap he's built just for her. Now she's tangled in his world of power, obsession, and forbidden desire - where every touch feels like worship and every lie tastes like sin. Because Digvijay doesn't just want her. He wants to own her. A dark, emotional, and intoxicating romance about obsession, redemption, and the love that ruins before it saves. A tender, raw coming-of-age story about heartbreak, healing, and the terrifying risk of finally being seen. ------------------ (This story is fast-paced and messy. I wrote it while I was mentally fighting a big battle. It became a good distraction for me. I ended up writing 25-30 chapters in just one week-so it's not perfect. I focused more on the emotions than anything else. Still, I hope you enjoy it.)

"Please..I can't accept this marriage, I..I was forced into this. I love somebody else" Riya said finally after mustering up the courage, her red and ivory bangles jingled as she motioned, indicating she got married. she opened her eyes to see a tall, broad-shoulder guy with intimidating green eyes that cut through her and all he saw was red. "if u didn't want this marriage then why ruin my life huh?!" he yelled, roaring, his eyes bloodshot with anger and he grabbed her by her elbow almost crushing it. "p..please..." she prayed to leave her, but soon after he smirked "but you know what it doesn't matter cause now YOU ARE MINE!! and we shouldn't let our first night go in vain" he sensually whispered as he licked her ear lobe "N-N-NO" she screamed but he threw her on the bed

He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

In the quiet village of Devgarh , destiny weaves a tale long before its characters understand its meaning. Radha, a bright-eyed, innocent girl, spends her days playing with her best friend Gauri - unaware that her laughter echoes through the heart of Ratan, Gauri's elder brother. He's older, sharper, bound by family pride... and fated to become the center of her world. A decision made by elders, a child marriage performed under the stars, and two lives tied together before love could even bloom. Years pass. Seasons change. From playful arguments to silent longing - their bond grows with time, pain, and distance. When fate reunites them as adults, the same innocence turns into undeniable passion. But love in Devgarh isn't simple. It's bound by honor, family, and whispers of tradition. Will Ratan and Radha find their happiness in a world that once tied them too soon? Or will fate test their Saath Janmon Ka Bandhan - their bond of seven lifetimes?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄'