This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap

Ishita Chauhan, a bubbly and innocent girl, finds herself trapped in the world of Virendra Raghuvanshi-a powerful, dangerous man with an unwavering obsession for her. He will go to any lengths to keep her by his side, even if it means bending the rules of love and morality. As Ishita uncovers the dark truths of his past, will she escape his obsessive grip, or will she surrender to the undeniable pull of their twisted love? A tale of possession, passion, and an all-consuming love that knows no limits.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

She is the radiant and free-spirited princess of Malwa-beautiful, bubbly, and blissfully unaware of the haunting truths buried in her past. Since childhood, she has been bound to a royal alliance with the prince of Madhya Pradesh-a commitment inked by fate, not by choice. He is the merciless King of Rajasthan-CEO by day, mafia lord by night. Ruthless, inhuman, and feared across the nation, he commands the underworld syndicate known as the Black Domain, where he's worshipped and dreaded as The Beast in Human Form. With a wicked smile, he slaughters like it's a sport-death means nothing to him. But what happens when fate dares to intertwine their worlds? What unfolds when two cold-blooded beasts cross paths... for one delicate, untouchable beauty? She flinches at the thought of crushing an ant. He slaughters men like they're insects beneath his boots. Their contrast is more than striking-it's cataclysmic. She is dawn. He is dusk. She is the warmth of spring. He is the chill of winter. She breathes life. He brings death. She is softness wrapped in silk, the only calm that can silence the storm in him. He is steel cloaked in shadows, a living fortress of pain and vengeance. And yet... she is the only one who dares to step into his darkness. The only one who can shatter the walls he built to cage his own heart. ꧁༺༻꧂★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿ Tropes : - Villian in love - touch her and die - mafia romance - slow burn - she fell first but he fell harder - forced proximity - Mafia x Fashion designer - Grumpy x sunshine

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

When two headstrong mothers-one from Tamil Nadu, the other from Andhra Pradesh-decide their kids will marry no matter what, sparks are inevitable. But Savithri and Veerendra are nothing alike. She's bold, brilliant, and built for battle. He's calm, commanding, and hard to read. She's rain in full monsoon. He's the lightning that scorches everything it touches. Savithri has her eyes on a PhD in Theology in Germany-but fate hands her a marriage proposal instead. She agrees, only because it's him. The boy her mother always gossiped about. The tall, cricket-obsessed Tamil man she secretly crushed on for years. Veerendra never believed in destiny, gods, or love-but Savithri? She's proof that maybe passion is its own kind of religion. And though they both agreed to an arranged marriage for peace, neither of them are prepared for what comes after the vows. Two people. Two cultures. One bed. No fights-but plenty of flirting, exploring, teasing, and slow, burning, relentless desire. A love story where sex isn't the endgame-it's the beginning.

"To all the girls who dream to be in arms of prince charming in day and wanted to get fucked mercilessly by a obsessed devil at night".

In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is inherited and loyalty is demanded, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Shivaay Rathore-cold-hearted, disciplined, and destined to be the future King-is a man who bows to duty, not desire. Feared by his enemies and revered by his people, his world is built on control and legacy. But when his grandmother brings home a quiet, innocent village girl from Sitamgarh, his carefully ordered life begins to fracture. Isha Singh-an orphan raised in silence, shaped by struggle-is thrust into a world of silk and secrets. Chosen by fate, or perhaps by obsession, she steps into a palace where she belongs to no one... and yet, catches the eye of the man who rules it. A forced marriage. A forbidden love. She was never meant to be his queen. But he? He was always destined to fall. #1 in #royalfamily (29 may, 2025), (1 june, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #2 in #forcedmarriage (29 may, 2025) #1 in #Indian (29 may, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (11 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #1 in #dark romance (29 may, 2025)