𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 3: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. The sheltered princess of the OBEROI empire- 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 was the opposite of the other princess (Akshita). She was weak, introverted, shy and obedient. A 21-year-old, unaware of life in the outside world was protected by five male members of the family, our Velvet Thunder Aisha, Sarcastic Riya and Badass sister Akshita. There was a big fortress around her to shield her from the world, but what happens when no one can shield her from Lucifer himself? Not even THE SHADOW. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚, the Lucifer himself, the reincarnation of the Devil on the earth. He fears no one, and he is the biggest fear of the sweet Maanya. He kills people for the fun of it, chopping them limb from limb, draining their blood, soaking the blood on a sponge and feeding them their mutilated body parts. He is ruthless, dominating, unhinged and a psychopath. He cages his belongings under seven locks and he wishes to cage his Little Sunshine. The one ray of light, he ever witnessed in his life. He wishes to cage it so that he can control it.

WARNING ⚠️ 🔞⚠️ It contains dark romance and smuts Please don't read if you are not comfortable with the genre. She is blind!!! he has eternal power!!! she is from south ! he is from north ! A trembling voice uttered, "Rakshas... leave me..." "What?!" Rakshas......do you know how the rakshas look like" I asked roughly by grabbing her wrist in my other hand...now her breathing is touching my lips and nose.. Her divine fragrance lingers on me. "No," she whispered, almost like a question in itself. "What is this 'no' for?" I asked, my tone sharp, each word carrying a weight of authority. "I don't know how a Rakshas looks like... I've only heard about them," she said, her voice soft, but there was something in her tone that made it clear-she wasn't just fearful; she was curious. "Do you want to know how they look?" I asked, my words laced with a dark smirk, one that twisted my lips into something far more sinister. And she nodded yes.. "Then touch me" I commanded Her breath hitched. folks..... welcome to the world... do you want to know what happened next... continue to read the story.....

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

Book 1(Phase 1) "The Ruthless ties series". Love and hate have always been a battle between them, a war neither Sairaj nor Amber ever learned to surrender. From the moment they met, they crashed, burned, and kept coming back-pulled by a fire too fierce to control. A story of hate of passion of revenge and love Bound by fate and family honor, Amber Agnihotriand Sairaj Suryavanshi find themselves thrust together in a forced marriage that neither ever imagined. Amber, a fiercely independent spirit scarred by past betrayals, is determined to forge her own path. Sairaj, known for his relentless ambition and a heart hardened by deceit, sees this union as nothing more than a calculated alliance. From the moment they meet, the air is charged with animosity. Every word exchanged is a duel, every glance a challenge. Their arranged lives become a battleground where old wounds and deep-seated resentments collide. Yet, amid the relentless clash of wills, a hidden spark begins to kindle-an unexpected and dangerous attraction that forces them to confront the bitter truths of their pasts. In a world rife with manipulation and shadowy alliances, every betrayal fuels a quest for revenge. As they navigate treacherous schemes and uncover secrets that threaten to destroy them both, Amber and Sairaj are forced to question the very nature of their enmity. What begins as a union born of duty and disdain slowly transforms into a volatile dance of passion and retribution. "Written in Flames" is a story of forced destiny turned on its head-a tale where enemies must reconcile their hate to discover a love forged in the crucible of betrayal. Can two wounded souls, bound by circumstance and scarred by treachery, find redemption in each other's arms? Or will the embers of revenge consume them both?

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!