"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash

" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝,𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 13.03.2024 End :

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

Ahana~No shame...no hesitation, I'm on my knees for my husband who is saint for the world but the greediest sinner for both of us in the closed walls . ________________________________________ Husband ~Trust me little sin , the world and walls nothing to do with it when it's comes to my fixation to keep you near to the every possible bliss and away from the tiniest grief in the world. ________________________________________ Warnings: age gap ✅ Steamy scenes ✅ Mature content ✅ Must Read My dear readers first of all i would like to tell you that this story is the pure work of imagination. Nothing and none mentioned in the book is related to the real world in any ways. All characters are based on my imagination and aren't real. But still many of readers forget that it's a fictional work while reading so kindly keep it in your sense that everything is imagined. Moreover, every costom and ritual mentioned in book is never related to real world cultures entirely. The book has one and only motive which is entertainment. And author never intended to hurt the sentiments of any person or religion and respect every religion. And please be sensable while commenting because hate won't be tolerated in any form. Be respectful to other's opinions. Every opinion is welcomed which would me accurate and suitable and help me to be more skilled in my writing. Furthermore, only +18 agers are suggested to read the book as it may contains triggered and mature content and if you still choose to read the book please....I'm saying please don't comment about your age because of this uselessness I faced a huge trouble. The user will directly blocked.

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"If I find out that you've been daydreaming about another man, I'll take you right then and there in front of him" Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

In a world where power is the ultimate currency, Yuvraj Deshmukh reigns supreme. One of India's top businessmen, his ruthlessness and charm mask the dark, manipulative soul beneath. Handsome, cold, and unforgiving, he has built his empire on the backs of his rivals-and now, his eyes are set on the wife of his greatest rival. Amaira Rana. Amaira, the fragile, innocent wife of Raghav Rana, has lived a life of pain behind closed doors. Married off to the second-top businessman of the country in a union that promised no love but plenty of power, she's suffered abuse at the hands of the man she once called her husband. But everything changes when Yuvraj enters her life. Bound by a marriage of convenience to Yuvraj, Amaira is trapped in a game of manipulation and control. With a newborn baby in her arms and the scars of her past still fresh, Amaira is forced into a world of deceit, where the only thing that matters is survival. But is it the end of her suffering, or will Yuvraj's obsession turn their relationship into something even more dangerous? The Mayajaal is no ordinary love story. It's a twisted, chaotic dance of lies, deception, and manipulation-a web of illusions where every truth is laced with a lie. As the tension escalates between Amaira and Yuvraj, an unsolved mystery looms over their lives, waiting to unravel. This is a tale of toxicity, obsession, and a love so fucked up it will leave you questioning everything. A story where trust is a currency no one can afford, and the game is always one step ahead. Welcome to The Mayajaal, where nothing is as it seems, and no one can escape the web they're caught in.