"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪... 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚." ¤¤¤ He wasn't heartless , He simply never learned what to do with emotions. His name was second name of Terror. As the Don of the most feared syndicate, emotions were liabilities, attachments were weaknesses, and trust was a luxury buried long ago. Then... ...there was Mahi. A professional assassin. A woman capable of wiping out an entire room before anyone realized she had pulled her knife. She wasn't fearless , She was simply too shameless to recognize awkwardness. One failed mission. One Don who should've put a bullet between her eyes... Instead, he offered her a contract. Marrige contract. To the very assassin who broke into his mansion to kill him. To the woman who become somehow pain in his ass. And yet... A marriage bound by a contract. A Don who had buried every emotion. An assassin who buried every ounce of dignity. She is psychopath, a complete menace who will do exactly she is told not to. What could possibly go wrong... ...when the most emotionless man in the syndicate marries the most shameless woman alive? ¤¤¤ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+ |𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 | #Dark romance #peak embrassment #psychopath femalelead

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."