Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

"𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏" she hissed "𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅" he drank. ⟡ ── ☠ ── ⟡ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐍𝐞𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥 -supposed to marry another man... But a Monster came for her. Not with love. Not with permission. But with blood on his hands and obsession in his eyes. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚 - billionaire, mafia, dangerously powerful, and a man feared by everyone - destroys her wedding and forcefully marries her in front of the world. To Roop, he is nothing but a monster wrapped in expensive suits and deadly silence. She hates him. Fights him. Breaks under him. And when hatred turns poisonous... She finally whispers, "I mixed poison." And Vansh only smiles. "I know you did." Because a man obsessed for years does not fear death from the woman he worships. Locked inside a marriage built on force, secrets, obsession, and dangerous desire, Roop slowly discovers that Vansh's love is not normal. It is consuming. Violent. Terrifying. The kind of love that ruins a person before claiming them completely. But the darkest part? The more she tries to escape him... The more her soul begins to belong to him.

In the realm of guns, lies, deception and beasts, an angel was born "Damn it!" ---

[UNEDITED] [COMPLETE] [SAMPLE ONLY] Our fathers planned to marry us the moment I was born to unite the Italian and Russian mafia empire. There was no escaping from this life. I was the Bratva princess. Whilst I was less keen on the idea, Viktor Volkov was happy to oblige. My brothers best friend, my protector, and my possessive, controlling soon to be husband. 'His Bratva Princess' is an arranged marriage, mafia romance novel. It contains explicit scenes of assault, sexual scenes and mentions triggering events such as abuse and assault. If you're interested in protective, possessive and controlling men as well as a strong female lead this story is for you. Sample only. **His Bratva Princess is available on kindle unlimited, or it can be purchased via Amazon**

𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎. _____☣_____ She was grace - untouched and divine. He was a feral sinner - monstrous, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 and still. She was soft. Sacred. Unsinned. And he was the ruin that watched from the shadows ☣ The mere mention of being arranged to become his bride made her tremble in fear and rejection. Because everything about him- his gaze, his aura, his stillness terrifies her whole being. While him- His madness wasn't something to be tamed by her fear and rejection. _________________________________________

Warning: Rated R-19 Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, emotional distress, intense relationships, and other sensitive content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Evelyn Winters is a sheltered naive girl who was homeschooled by her father to keep her safe from the outside world. The Storm brothers Elijah, Noah, and Ace are triplets known for their ruthless business tactics and dangerous tempers. Billionaires with a thirst for power and violence they are feared by many. But what happens when these cold deadly men meet Evelyn? Can the impossible happen love? Or will it turn into something darker like obsession? Disclaimers: Hi! Just a quick note before you start reading. This is Their Wife by Sainist, and I want to make it clear that I am not the original author. All credit and love for this story go to Sainist, the amazing writer who created it. This story used to be posted publicly, but it was taken down. I really loved it, and I know many others did too. So, I wanted to reupload it-not to take credit or anything like that, but simply to keep it alive for those who might have missed it or want to reread it. I am not claiming this as my work in any way. This is purely a reupload for readers who still want to enjoy the story. If Sainist ever sees this and prefers that it not be shared anymore, I will respect that completely and take it down immediately, no questions asked. Also, I want to be upfront about a few things. This story is not suitable for young readers or anyone who might be uncomfortable with intense or mature themes. The content can be heavy and may not be for everyone, especially if you are sensitive to violence or darker emotional situations. Please read with care. Note: I don't have the exact photos of the characters, the settings, or scenery of the story. Thank you, and enjoy reading!

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.