BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

❝He's looking at me with wide eyes, flushed face and body completely tense, as he puts his hands in front of him and crawls to the spot I pointed at. I put my boot clad foot on his shoulder to stop his movements, then plant it back on the floor. "Kiss it."❞ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 is the leader of the dangerous Profati mafia, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 is a shy teacher who finds himself desperate to escape the claws of his deranged family. When she abducts her childhood best friend from his wedding, Nevan's foolish enough to think being her captive is her way of protecting him. But Helena has much more sadistic purposes for him. And she knows just how to make him vow himself to her unaware of what truly awaits. Enter a world of reckless vows and binding chains with this extraordinary duo in 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘸𝘴 by AddieBookss ─── ❦ ─── ♤ Dual POV ♤ Bad girl × Good boy ♤ Reverse Dark Romance ♤ Mild BDSM ─── ❦ ─── Highest ranks: #1 Good boy #1 Girlboss #1 Masochism #1 Shy boy #1 Opposites Attract #1 Bad girl Good boy #2 Childhood friends #2 Bdsm relationship

Hamza Siddiqui- The new student in the school, whose smile made every girl lose her heart but he is a cold , ruthless and rude demeanor person Fiza Ahmad- An introvert girl , a girl who did not believe in love, all this seemed meaningless to her, until a new student came and proved her wrong ______________________________ Both of them had never spoken to each other in school but the Universe did some magic and after 3 years their paths crossed again Waqt Ne The Diye Humko Jitne Zakham Tere Aane Se Wo Sil Gaye Humko Tum Mil Gaye Mil Gaye But the fate of both of them was not allowing them to stay together and unfortunately they both went their separate ways and got separated from each other "..... that was it. The best story of my life ended" 'you know what they say about best stories. Right?' "What?" 'Usually, they have a sequel!' What if you and I were meant to part ways , only so that we could find each other again ✨ Tropes -: Senior x junior Friends to lovers Schoolmates to soulmates Coincidence driven love Slow burn romance Strangers to friends to lovers Fate vs choice Emotional angst Healing through love

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Abhay, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

Second part of " Ittefaq Se " Faiza, a bright but math-challenged 10th grader, starts tuition with Zeedaan, her friend Heba's elder brother a focused medical student on the verge of becoming a doctor. What starts as routine tutoring slowly turns emotional, as Faiza finds herself drawn to Zeedaan's calm nature, intelligence, and quiet charm Unaware at first, Zeedaan begins to notice her growing attachment. Torn between his morals and her innocent feelings, he chooses to step back, haunted by the reality of their 10-year age gap and the fear of ruining her future Faiza, heartbroken and confused, can't understand why the one person who made her feel seen is now pushing her away. It's a story of unspoken love, emotional maturity, and the pain of walking away from someone not because you don't care, but because you care too much

"You know what to do,Keep that cunt wet for me." 23-year-old, Vanora Chris was bored of her lousy college life for three years. Until her life collides with her new Anatomy professor. 33-year-old Professor, Kyren Monroe. He was reborn after escaping a toxic relationship with his college sweetheart,Natasha.That's when his eyes met hers. It began with stolen glances and accidental touches. But what followed was a marriage proposal. Vanora thought marrying Professor Kyren Monroe meant passion.She didn't know it meant obsession.His desire isn't tender. -it's compulsive,relentless and laced with a dangerous hunger he can't control.And in his world...She's both the cure and disease. They both carry secrets. The only question is - who will uncover the truth first?

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛʀɪsʜɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴠᴀɴsʜ ━━━𓆩♡𓆪━━━━━━━━ "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." My husband forgot me. And I shattered. He looked into my eyes as if I was a stranger. It said he didn't remember me. Didn't remember what we shared. But the moment we lost our daughter, He came back. Not like a husband. But like something reborn through fire and blood. I asked him for revenge. He painted justice in red. Now he watches me sleep like I'm the last fragile thing he hasn't shattered. He doesn't touch me out of desire-he worships me out of obsession. Every kiss is an apology. Every breath, a quiet war. And I think somewhere in all this, I stopped being his wife... and became his reason to destroy everything else. He never raised his voice. He never begged. He just stayed. Close. Still. Dangerous with his charming smiles. Some cages didn't need locks. Just love twisted wrong. And some monsters didn't chase their prey. They wrapped themselves in tenderness to make sure the outside world felt too scary to run-My husband was one of them. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||