Book -I Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 ---------- Love - Four letters But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right . Love never existed in Dhruvi's world . Her life was filled with -- Days of tending to wounds of the dark nights Nights of dancing to the tunes of men - drunk , barbaric , violent , unforgiving monsters . She comes from a world where money buys consent and power yields one helpless . Dhruvi Verma was 21 when she realised " Love didn't make the world go round, it was money which did " . So she did the only thing she knew to escape the dirty swamp she was pushed into -"Survive" She made 3 rules - simple but effective Rule 1 - Keep your head down and do your job . Rule 2- Get the money for your services and do not let anyone affect you . Rule 3 - Don't break rule 1&2 until-- she met Him . Adhrit Agnihotri The storm which knocked everything out of balance in Dhruvi's life . She was never supposed to meet him but looks like fate had other plans . When God wrote her love story he didn't script it as romance , rather as the thriller which would Drain her life Dim the shine in her eyes Leave her heart bleeding at his feet But never dead Just breathing Beating enough of life To be claimed by one man. ADHRIT AGNIHOTRI Dhruvi Verma never believed in love But she believed in fate . And oh what horrible fate did she possess -- For her love story was named "A fairytale turned dark " By God himself . --------- BLURB : " What did she choose " he growls heatedly , his eyes never leaving mine. " Interesting choice for someone so put together sir ....A vibrator --- " A vibrator...huh ...we are gonna have a long night Dhruvi ..a very long night" he mutters darkly as he leads me to our spot .

🔞🔞 Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

Independence was her dream. Maya's life has been left to be the unseen extra character in the lives of her brother, she wanted more,and demanded more from life. Intruding in the real world she was ready to take her life by storm, but little did she know whatever was coming next was not much of her anticipation from her new life. Shivaye Kapoor, Sovereignty is what people know him for. Power is what he demand. He play the game of crushing, demolishing is his favorite part. Call him callous; but that's what you will him for. He was everything that needed to destroy something, and he did it with a grin. But will this man who have never turned his path for anyone will go out of track for someone he never thought would become something more then another game? A girl who wanted to build and a guy who likes to break, how will they survive there own kinks? Fate's favorite scheme is game. Destiny loves to fool and lie. Hunt and pry.

A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches. With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. His breath quickened, her mere presence driving him to the edge of madness. "Luck is on your side, as you're seeing this Queen in a bathrobe instead of facing a gun pointed at your forehead," she whispered, her tone commanding as she licked her lips, drawing even closer. "So, be a good pretty boy and speak the truth if you wish to live" Started: 24 April, 2022 Ended: 15 August, 2022 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

You: Jungkook... please listen to me once.....*crying voice* Jk: wait..... I think you are not a virgin anymore Maybe you can't control your hormones You have sex with Eunwoo.That's why I don't have the effect of your hormones on me.You really turned into a slut, gold digger, still in front of your husband. You: Tell me what you want but don't talk about my character please....I'm not like other girls JUNGKOOK......... *Hardly Crying* Jk: Then I have to understand that.Are you really pure or something else? *says jungkook removing the scarf from your chest* You: Jun......jungkook....please....not today.....please...I said I'm a virgin. *Crying voice* Jk: So I am your husband You will give the needs of your body to your husband and not to someone else Since you say you are a virgin. You: Please give me some time. Jk: I have given you a lot of time yn... and now it is my time to take your physical needs from you. What happene when A devil like jungkook your husband madly love you And in this love sometimes revenge comes.But you never love jungkook and after what jungkook did to you will you love him?? Some scenes are 18+, Warning 🔞⚠️ AIT's just a fanfiction. Don't take anyone seriously. Do not compare this with their personal life. If someone doesn't like the book📔,then there is no need to watch,it if you like it,please follow the ID, Created owner by-Kim Adhira V ♡. #kimadhirav #adisheart #JUNGKOOKFF #jkff #mature_contain #abusive #mad_love

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