🌹✨ His Rani, His Ruin ✨🌹 A Royal Dark Romance by @kiara_azira03 👑 𝘙𝘢𝘫𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘧 𝘜𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘳. 🩸 𝘋𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. 💍 𝘗𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢. At 22, Nayra Rathore is forced into a marriage she never chose to a man twice her age just to keep her away from one name that terrifies her entire kingdom: 🔥 Rudraksh Singh Raghuwanshi 🔥 The crowned Maharaja of Rajasthan. The cold-blooded underworld mafia king of Asia. And her brother's sworn enemy. But just as the final pheras are taken... the veil lifts... and he is the one filling her maang with sindoor. "Jaan hai aap humari... aapne soch bhi kaise liya aapko kisi aur ka hone denge, Ruh?" ⚔️ Surrounded by guns, swords, and the roar of rituals she realizes she's not escaping him. Because he didn't come to take her hand. He came to claim her soul. ⸻ 💔 He's obsessed. 👑 She's forbidden. 🔱 And their love? It might just ruin them both... ⸻ #1 in MafiaStory #1 in Newstory #1 in Royalromance ⸻ #DarkRomance #RoyalRomance #IndianWattpad #MafiaKing #ObsessiveLove #RajputVibes #ForcedMarriage #WattpadIndia

"You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." *** 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

❝Marriage is a relationship in which a one is always right and the other one is a husband❞ •••••• Tae ; did you say anything? Yn ; did you hear anything? •••••• Tae ; you're the summer in my winter heart Yn ; aww! you mean i have your heart warmth Tae ; no It means you're irritating and intolerable just like summers Yn ; yahhhhhhh! ASSHOLE •••••• Read further to find when their fight is going to end or if it lasts forever!! - ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ @boraficland ⚠⚠ >• This is a pure work of authors imagination, no character reflecting the idols real self >• The whole concept and the storyline is MINE >• May contain sexual words so don't read if you feel uncomfortable >> I OWN THE SNAPCHAT EDIT💀 only =❌DO NOT COPY MY WORK even with the credit! =❌DO NOT PLAGIARIZE! Hope you like this too✨🦋

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗶𝘁... *** hope you'll like it! WRITTEN BY ~•Ameenabegum292•~ LOVE LOVE