"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

love stories are always admired let me take you to journey which will make u admire the path of reconstruction That's what their story is all about A second chance where love will rebuild hatred will fall back things will be happy but not before the people are sad well a happy ending is only valued when the story is all about pain iykyk 😉

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

"Don't fall for me," I warned, my voice low. "Me? In love with you?" she laughed, a mocking sound that cut sharper than any blade. "Oh, you're so delusional, Reyaan. This is a contractual marriage, remember? I will never fall for you-not in a billion years." Her words snapped something inside me-something dark and reckless. And her eyes, those perfect shades of brown, gleamed with a silent challenge. "Not in a billion years, huh?" I echoed, my voice dangerously soft. "Is that a challenge, Brownie?" I took slow, deliberate strides toward her. "Because I never lose one," I whispered against her ear, pinning her against the elevator wall, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I caged her in. JIA NIKITA KHURANA She was broken-ruined until she no longer recognized herself. Once a girl full of sunshine, now a storm. Once dreaming of a Prince Charming, now believing herself utterly unlovable. She had sworn off love, scoffed at the idea of marriage. Until destiny, the master manipulator twisted her life on its cruel axis. Now Jia, the girl who vowed never to marry, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never wanted. And her husband? An arrogant, emotionless, cold-blooded, maddeningly handsome billionaire born with a permanent poker face. REYAAN SHAHVEER He was broken before he even had the chance to be whole. Wounded by those meant to love him. He loathed the idea of love hollow, treacherous, temporary. He swore he'd never let anyone close enough to destroy him. Marriage? Commitment? Love? A joke. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Reyaan, who trusted no one and needed no one, is bound by contract and vows to a girl who screams danger from ten miles away... A danger he knows he should avoid, Yet can't seem to stay away from. *** REYAAN SHAHVEER x JIA NIKITA KHURANA A collision of broken hearts. An arrangement neither wanted. An attraction neither can deny. Tropes: Contractual Arranged Marriage Past Trauma Slow Burn Grumpy x Grumpier

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.