❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞ ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ "Y-you have... n-no right!" I choke out, my voice shaking. "Once my husband finds me-he will kill you! He'll find a way-" "Your husband?" His voice is so low, so calm, like he's enjoying this. "He won't come for you. You know why?" I freeze. My lips part, but no words come. He leans down, bending himself over me. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Because he gave you to me," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. The world tilts. My lungs seize. My heart stops. I can't breathe. "W-What...?" I back away instinctively, but there's nowhere to go. "N-no," I whisper, the words broken. "N-no, that's not true... R-Ranveer wouldn't..." His eyes darken, glinting with dark satisfaction. "He gave you to me, Aadhya," he repeats slowly, savoring each word. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

This is an 18+ novel so be careful before reading #18+ #desiromance #indiannovel #smut #cutecouples