"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Doctor X Teacher He fell first Dark romance obsessed male arrange marriage what will happen when he will get everything what you are imagining just looking at your eyes? 👀 Story Is totally relatable to booktook girls hope all will enjoy the spicy story of Mr and Mrs singhania 🖤🥂. (ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ - ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴘ 42 ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴘ 49 sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ . ɪᴛs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ sᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ . )

She argued like it was a sport. He flirted like losing was part of the game. The worst part? Everytime she got mad, he fell a little harder.