COMPLETED ON STCK #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

Sita thought marriage would finally give her peace. And for a while, it did. Charvik was everything she never expected gentle, patient, dangerously devoted. The kind of husband who memorized the way she took her tea, who noticed nightmares she never spoke about, who loved her so carefully it almost made her forget the blood still staining her memories. Then Prarambh walked back into her life. The man she once trusted before one horrifying night destroyed everything. The man tied to the Russian Bratva. The man who still looks at her like she belongs to a story he never finished. Now buried truths begin clawing their way to the surface: a dead tale and a secret powerful enough to start a war between empires built in shadows. But while Sita is trying to survive her past her husband and the ghost from it are silently preparing for battle. One protects by building empires. The other protects by burning them down. And somewhere between love, guilt, obsession, and violence Sita must decide which kind of monster is more dangerous: the one standing in the dark... or the one holding her gently in the light. And somewhat between prarambh obsessed with the sister of man she he despite. Prisha was everything he should have stay away from. Because she was the girl some known source hired her to keep eyes on him between the sneak and peak. Prarambh end up becoming her replaced groom... Two couples that will end in only own twisted plot leave you to question every character.

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

NEHA NANDA x VARDAAN RATHORE "I hate you already, Mr Rathore. Don't make me hate you more. I will forget everything you've done to betray me if you let me and my father go." His head tilts in that dangerous, deranged way. "Escape me, wife? That desperate to leave your husband. Not possible in this lifetime." I retrieve my pistol and point it at him, towards his chest and he still dares to walk towards me, "I told you, I will kill you if I see you again." "By all means. Whatever my hot wife wants." He smiles. While my blood is boiling, he fucking smiles. "Don't get on my nerves, Mr Rathore. I won't hesitate to give you the same pain you gave me." "It would be worth the pain if you do it." Threatening is of no use for him. He'll always have a upper hand. So I act to beg. A sob escapes through my mouth, "Please let my father go. Please, I beg you." "You are going back home with me after that." Not in this lifetime Vardaan Rathore. "You betrayed me." I say instead, "And I want to kill you so bad right now. If I go with you, I'll end up hurting you more." "I told you, you can stab me to death and I still won't let you go." *** She was forced to marry a decade old politician. He willingly married the woman, who was predestined to be his wife. Their union was inevitable. Her motive was clear, Revenge. For all the misconceptions that destroyed her family seven years ago. And for all the misconceptions that might lead to her destruction as well. ◇◇◇ (Access early chapters on stck: author_july04) DIVINE SERIES BOOK ONE INTERCONNECTED STANDALONES

"Meera... Meera... do you know how much days I have waited for you? How many nights I've desired to be near you, coddle you with my care, pamper you with my kisses and drench you with my love, to proudly announce to the world that you're my wife. The day is not even a month away. But now you've decided to back away..... no..no... you can't and YOU WILL NOT" It all started with a mere glance which gave me mystical butterflies. Things slowly took a turn, I yearned more. The need to hear her velvety voice, to hold her hands, embrace her, admire her, kiss her soul increased gradually. . . . Embark on the journey of Arjun Niro Joel and Meera Rajan filled with love, intimacy, hatred and despair. Is it destiny that's trying to pair them together or a sinful mind waiting to play with their lives? *Cover from pinterest*

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.