Book two of Royal series. The Jaipur kingdom is crumbling. Their father, once hailed as both an industrialist and royal patriarch, is now the subject of international disgrace after a massive scandal involving his chemical empire was exposed. With his sudden disappearance, along with Prisha and Isha's brother, the throne of Jaipur hangs in the balance. The royal court, eager to preserve its legacy, declares that whoever marries Princess Isha will inherit not only her hand but also the title of Jaipur's next king. In the midst of the chaos, two sisters-twins yet opposites-stand on diverging paths. Isha, adored and ambitious, walks into the storm as the kingdom's apparent savior, her marriage now a prize to be won. Prisha, disowned and cast aside, finds herself free from royal chains but entangled in truths that may yet change Jaipur's fate. Their bond as sisters has already been tested by jealousy, favoritism, and betrayal. But as their father's empire collapses and hidden enemies circle the throne, both princesses will be forced to confront not just their destiny, but each other.

"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break. 🎯 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Genre: Romance / Drama / Slow Burn / Hurt-Comfort Age rating: 16+ (emotional abuse themes, mature emotional content)

"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?

⚠️ This book contains smuts, violence,murders, abusive language and kidnapping. ⚠️ He doesn't fall. He claims. And Violet? She was never meant to be touched. So of course, he wanted to ruin her. Violet Divit runs the fashion world with cold eyes, sharper heels, and a heart locked in grief. At 24, she's turned pain into power, loss into armor. Love? That died with her parents. Trust? Not an option. She wasn't made for fairy tales-only survival. But when her path collides with Damien Lorenzo, everything breaks. He's 29. Rich. Ruthless. Worshipped. The Mafia king doesn't beg, doesn't bend, and never fxcks the same woman more than once. Until her. Violet doesn't swoon. She snaps. She bites. And Damien? He fucking loves it. He wants to unravel her. Own her. Make her bleed for him. But in this game of obsession and control, lust turns lethal and love tastes like a trap. His world is made of shadows. And now... she's his favorite one to chase. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: Contains dark romance, power play, explosive chemistry, and a Mafia king who doesn't understand the word "no." When obsession burns hotter than love, would she fight to escape the flames... or let them consume her?

"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection." ✦ ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story is going to have a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes so if you can't handle that than please leave because rude comments will be deleted. ‼️This book will also have mentions of suicide‼️ ❗️I don't own any rights to the pictures or quotes in my story❗️

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ^᪲᪲᪲ He's the chaos she's been taught to fear. The kind of man who doesn't ask-he takes. And yet, she doesn't run. Even when his stare turns her blood to fire. Even when his voice sounds like every forbidden dream she buried deep. She should be terrified. She should say no. But when his darkness leans in, all she does is whisper yes. She isn't his weakness. She's the war he's willing to burn for. __ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐲 ྀིྀི She wasn't made of glass. She was made of splinters. Of silence. Of memories buried so deep, even her reflection flinched. They called her gentle. Soft. But they didn't see the ghosts in her gaze. Didn't feel the tremble in her stillness. And me? I was born to destroy. A man stitched together by rage and shadows. I didn't believe in softness. Until her. Now I crave her like war. Not to tame her- but to burn the world that hurt her. To protect her with blood and blade and bone. She says she's not ready. That her past still breathes down her neck. But I don't need her perfect. I need her real. And if I have to tear the stars from the sky to see her light again- so be it. She's mine. And I'll drown this world before I let it touch her again.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

Love. Obsession. And a man who doesn't know where one ends and the other begins. Alana Singh has always known how to disappear - into shadows, into silence, into the wounds no one dares to see. Dusky, curvy, and overlooked, she never expected to catch the eye of Digvijay Singh Rathore - the ruthless billionaire with eyes like winter and a soul carved from secrets. But he's been watching her for years. Waiting. Planning. And when she steps into his empire for an internship, she walks straight into the trap he's built just for her. Now she's tangled in his world of power, obsession, and forbidden desire - where every touch feels like worship and every lie tastes like sin. Because Digvijay doesn't just want her. He wants to own her. A dark, emotional, and intoxicating romance about obsession, redemption, and the love that ruins before it saves. A tender, raw coming-of-age story about heartbreak, healing, and the terrifying risk of finally being seen. ------------------ (This story is fast-paced and messy. I wrote it while I was mentally fighting a big battle. It became a good distraction for me. I ended up writing 25-30 chapters in just one week-so it's not perfect. I focused more on the emotions than anything else. Still, I hope you enjoy it.)

She never noticed the shadow that followed her. But he noticed everything about her-every smile, every fear, every moment she thought she was alone. To him, she isn't just a girl. She is an obsession-dangerous, consuming, and impossible to control. And when their paths finally collide, she learns one terrifying truth: He doesn't want to love her. He wants to possess her. A dark, twisted attraction. A desire that tastes like poison. And a pull neither of them can escape.