𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 #𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐗 𝐊𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 He wasn't the boy her dreams were made of. She wasn't the girl his heart was waiting for. But fate never needed permission to begin a story. Nikhitha is fire wrapped in poise-sharp, ambitious, and fiercely independent. She never believed love could be arranged, let alone found in a living room full of expectations and filtered smiles. Prithviraj is calm chaos-collected, composed, and someone who speaks more with his silences than words. He didn't come looking for love either. Especially not in the form of a woman who challenges him without even trying. When two strangers from the same past cross paths again-this time, as prospects in an arranged marriage meeting-what begins as obligation slowly blurs into conversation, comfort... and maybe something more. They agree to take it slow. To "see where it goes." To let families believe what they want. But some truths can't be hidden. And some bonds, once formed, don't stay quiet. A connection neither of them expected. A decision both of them must make. Between tradition and choice, silence and surrender- Can something real bloom in the space between almost and always? "𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀❟ 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀?"

DARK SERIES #1 "You don't have any idea what boundaries I can cross for you. I'm not the almighty but capable enough to steal your fate and entwine with mine. I'll gladly cut off my limbs and fucking write our fate together. This is my devotion for you, Lily ". When all you simply want your life to go as per according to the plans but destiny is adamant to throw you into unexpected situations. Rayan, 28 years old, an orphan, who once lost all his hope to live 20 years ago, abandoned by his own parents, found himself under the service of the American Mafia King. He was taught to become ruthless, killer and the best hacker. He was trained to become a beast, a man with a hollow heart for whom only orders of his boss matters. He's a killer, assassin, sinner with blood in his hands.His life revolved around the Mafia World until she entered..... He saw her and lost all his sanity the moment she entered his life. For the first time his heart beat rapidly for a girl. She became his obsession, his madness knows no limits and he won't stop until he'll claim her as his forever. Prity Singh Chauhan, an epitome of beauty, princess and heart of her family. Fragile, introvert, sweet and hopeless romantic, never imagined to get kidnapped by her psychopath stalker. Never in her dreams did she think of getting captured by a devil in disguise of a human who is obsessed with her. To save her family and elder brother's business which might've been destroyed by the man, she unwillingly got married with him. Tangled between lies and brain games, they find themselves in a maze of mysteries. The not so beautiful journey of two polar opposites..... Warning ⚠️ Blood Violence Death Murder Mature scenes 18+ Stalking Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

Book 1 of erotic love series 🔥❤️ Blood was drenching from her wrists, plethora of cuts has happened to bare feet because of continue running through concrete paths and dark Forest. Her soul quivered seeing the biggest nightmare of her life standing in front of her having sharp knife in his veiny hands. ___________________________ What do you think you'll escape from me....???? Huh he husked in deep voice in mocking tone. Please.... let me go....she begged while joining her both hands. "Never ever in million times" he got near her and gave a hard slap across her face making everything went black for her vision. ____________________________ The moment she opened her eyes to found herself completely naked toeing up with ropes while having several cuts on her body and his wet yet hot mouth latched with her dripping core eating the life out of her sending waves of pleasure and pain at a time. ____________________________ Mature✔️ Adult theme✔️ Murder/killing/death✔️ Pychopath behavior✔️ Explained sexual scene✔️ ___________________________ Again this work is totally based on my imagination. None of mentioned character are personally related to this. *Do not copy my work* ____________________________

Adhiti is simple girl and lives in Saharanpur, a small town in Utter predesh. She had a crush on her neighbor, Dhruv. She turn into a shy girl and her tounge got tied whenever Dhruv come infront of her. She doesn't have enough courage to confessed her love to Dhruv, So she admire him from afar. Dhruv also belongs to middle class family. His father is a government teacher. He is very ambitious, hard working, introvert person and wants to become an IAS officer. He knows her beautiful neighbor likes him but he didn't feel the same for her and chose to ignore her because his dream won't allow him any distraction Becoming an IAS officer and cracking the most toughest exam of Indian government is not a jock. So to chase his dream he left the town and went to Delhi. Eight years has passed, Their life has changed completely. Dhruv becomes an IAS officer but his life was not what he accepted. Aditi life turns into hell. She got beaten every single day and do house chores till she passed out. She is a broken soul and shattered completely. Something horrible happened to her in six year that her own family ashamed of her. What happened when Dhruv met Adhiti after eight year? Will he able to give her a love which she craves from six years? Will Adhiti allow him to love her again? Will they 0 broken souls heals each other's wounds and love each other beyond the love. "Do you still love me as you love me eight years ago." My eyes welled up in tears when I saw the love in his eyes. His eyes are holding the intensity and his right thumb was caressing my cheek lovingly. But I know I don't deserve him. "Because I know you still love me my beautiful neighbor." He leaned to my lips and looked at me with love. "I don't deserve you." I said while looking at him with my heavy teary eyelashes. "I know you do. More than anyone." He decreases the distance between our lips and I closed my eyes in anticipation. Start- 16-12-2020

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 : [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ______ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ____________________________________________ He lifted my dress I felt his warm hand on my bare thighs, goosebumps arise in my body, when his hand reached upwards and he whispered " Do you want me to fuck you out of your life here in rage " I shiver, I clenched my thighs but he grabbed my thighs and open them wide, while watching movie, he torture my core with fingers and he again whispered " Love are you wet, I haven't started yet " He slide my panty bit down with his fingers, and I breath heavily, I was feeling hot, he again mutter " I'm going to finger fucking you now, But when we go home I will fuck you hard that you'll never make me this angry again " And without any warning he entered his two fingers inside me ____________________________________________ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, ❤ 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬!! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 📖

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)

In the elite halls of High Crest University, he is feared. Revered. Untouchable. Professor Abhimanyu Chauhan is a man of many faces-one, a cold and brilliant academic; the other, a ruthless mafia king cloaked in shadows and sin. A hacker who commands empires, a killer who hides behind calm eyes and a tailored suit. For seven long years, he's watched Harshita Rathi from the shadows. His obsession. His madness. His future. But Harshita doesn't know the devil is closer than her breath. All she sees is a man she loathes-arrogant, controlling, suffocating. The professor who unnerves her. The stranger whose presence haunts her dreams. What happens when the man she despises... claims her as his bride? What happens when she realizes he's been controlling her world all along? In a world where love is possession, and obsession is lethal- Will she escape the chains of his love, or will she burn beneath it?

"Intezaar krenge aapka " He said in his hoarse voice. Leaning towards her. "Krte rahiye intezar hum nhi aane wale " She said in a firm tone. "Aaogi" He said with confidence. "Nhi ayenge " She stated. "Thik hai fir hum intezaar hi kr lete hai " He said holding her hands firmly. *********************** "kyu gai mujhe chhor kr ? " He asked this question and a tear rolled down from his eye as well, as if this question was eating him alive. (Why did you left me? ) "Aadat lag gai thi " I whispered wiping away the tear and caressing his hairs. (I got a habit of yours) " Achaa hua aadat lagi thi, agar ishq kr baithti toh wapas bhi na aati tum toh " He said and looked away, taking a deep breath he chuckled, still not looking back at me . "Shayd ishq kr baithe h, tab hi laut aayee " I said looking at him with my teary red eyes. _________________________________________ A possesive stalker and a Lovesick Romeo - are they same or different? To know? Dive into the story. Men written by Taegyaa aka me are not allowed to harm the FL . All the Male leads are purely green flag for their ladies. So dive in the story to decide who's your Mr . Charming. Though there are many hurdles in between but who cares when it's Love or war, Right? ****************************************** Tie your seatbelts tightly so that your heart won't come out. Happy Readings📚 📕 Your Author Taegyaa