༺𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 "𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.༻ *It Can Be Read As A Standalone* ༺°•°•❀°•°•༻ "𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. My chest tightened as I realized what I'd just said. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heartbeat. This man had a way of igniting emotions in me that I didn't even fully understand-anger, frustration, and something else entirely. When I opened my eyes, I found him alarmingly close. By close, I mean there wasn't even an inch of space between us. His cold hand brushed against my throat, sending a shiver down my spine as goosebumps erupted over my skin. Before I could react, I was pinned against the wall. His body loomed over mine, and my wrists were trapped above my head in his unyielding grip. His other hand rested possessively at my throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to leave me breathless. Fuck!! His voice was a low growl, dripping with dominance and danger, "𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨"A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, my breath catching. "𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧"he continued, his voice a deadly whisper, "𝐍𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.

༺𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒"𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒༻ ⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟⏟ "Listen, Mrs. Aadhya Shivansh Khurana, even if I don't touch you for seven lifetimes, it doesn't mean I'll allow anyone else to touch you." Seven lifetimes? He's just touching me now, and I can't deny it's affecting me. But I know I can't lose to him. Not ever. I closed my eyes to regain my composure. If I stayed silent, he would think he had won. Opening my eyes, I met his deep brown ones, which seemed to hold a glimmer of something... admiration? No, it wasn't admiration. "If that's how it's going to be, then I don't need your permission to let any other man touch me," I said, my voice steady. As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt him leaning closer. A shiver ran down my spine when his teeth grazed my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access. Wait, I need to push him away... My thoughts were interrupted as his breath brushed against my ear. "Try me, Mrs. Khurana, and I'll show you the best way to meet death." His romantic threat was nothing to me. I wasn't afraid of him or his touch. And I was ready to deliver a blow to his bruised male ego. "Try you? Try me, Mr. Khurana. I'll bury your body in such a beautiful place that even your soul won't find a spot in hell."

༺𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝" 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔༻ ༄⬤◉༄ "Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him. He slowly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, making me feel things I didn't want to. His hand grazed my waist, the warmth of his touch brushing against my bare skin, as my top lifted slightly due to the position he held me in. He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as I did, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us. "You're my first and last love, darling. You're not just the water I need, you're the oxygen I struggle to breathe. You're my best, my worst, my life, my world. You're mine." At the last words, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. The soft touch calmed my muscles, but my mind was still a battlefield. Two months before my marriage, Jai used to write poetry, say sweet things, and do all these little romantic dramas. All men are manipulators. I know Vedant isn't, but I can't trust anyone right now. I wanted to push him away. "You really think you can manipulate me with sweet words? You're a manipulator, aren't you? At the end of the day, you're forcing me to choose you. And what's worst about men is that you only think about yourselves. You want me, but what about me? You never prioritise me!"

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍"𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦-some believe in it, while others scoff at the idea. But when it unfolds, it leaves everyone bewildered. 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫 has never spoken to 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥, his fiancée's younger sister, because he thinks she's the craziest person he has ever met. After all, who else would break twenty cups of tea while guests were waiting? Clumsiness isn't a crime, but it can lead to chaos. In a world where the bride's sister playfully teases the groom, Sunaina is busy opposing the wedding, convinced that Devraj is a grumpy, rude man who never smiles. How can her sister Anaya possibly be happy with someone like him? But when Anaya suddenly runs away, both families have no choice but to turn to Sunaina. As she reluctantly marries Devraj, what will happen next? A shocking twist is about to unfold, turning their lives upside down.