Book 2 of 'YOU ARE MINE ' series. A DARK ROMANCE BOOK!!! 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬; 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬. She doesn't want him, but he wants her. He will do whatever it takes to make her his. He is madly in love with her, but she doesn't believe in love. There's no limit to what he can do for her. But she doesn't want anything from him. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞" - 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫" -𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

"Jojo, I love you" she said "Tara, you are just 15" I said "No!! until I will turn 18, you will find someone else" she said "No, I won't" I said with a smile "Promise???" she asked forwarding her hand "Promise SUNSHINE" I promised taking her hand _______________________________________ " That son of a b*tch, AT " I hissed looking at my bleeding hand. "Oh my god!!! your hand is bleeding so much" came an angelic voice which broke my chain of thoughts. I turned around and saw the most beautiful woman, just like an angel. . "Are you alright?" came the angel's voice I just nodded still mesmerized by her beauty. Suddenly, she took my rough hands in her soft ones and tied a handkerchief around it. "Now it's better!" she said with a smile which made my heart flutter with unknown emotions. "Taraksha Sharma" she extended her hand "Kabir Rathod" I said with a smile that I myself don't know existed. "Please take care Kabir! Bye!" She said and went away. Not so soon angel, not so soon You will be mine, just mine Because BEAUTY belongs only to her BEAST. ________________________________________ "Nice to meet you Mr. Rajvansh" "Same here Mr. Rathod, So, where is your fiance?" "Oh! she is just coming" "Ohh! Ok" "Hello Mr. Rajvansh" I turned around and my world stopped. "Tara" ________________________________________ There are some scenes that may trigger you. So, read-only if you are comfortable. Cover- @Lady_whistleup

𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IT IS A VERY SIMPLE STORY WITH NO COMPLICATIONS AND TWISTS AND TURNS. THERE IS NO SERIAL LIKE DRAMA.

(This book can be read as a standalone. Just read chapters 12 and 13 of the second book before starting this one) 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 3 𝙤𝙛 "𝙃𝙞𝙨" 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯!" "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 - 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶." ___________________________________________ Though this is a love story of two muslim lovers still there will be mention of violence, other dark things which some readers might not like so read at your own risk❗ I don't hate Islam nor any other religion. This is only a story which has nothing to do with any religion!

completed, under-editing | # 1 in Destiny series. "to people who believe trust is neither built nor broken overnight."

[A SEQUEL OF ENTANGLED LOVE] I will suggest you, read Entangled Love before this book. For her, his happiness is the most crucial thing in the world; even more important than the love she feels for him. When she can't see him ruining his life for her own sake, she can't help but force him to leave her alone and live his life in his own way. But what she doesn't know is that she won't be able to pass her one moment without him; let alone for eternity. She may be able to repress her love for him but will she be able to see a totally different him; whom she feels a whole stranger, after five years? What if he has forgotten her being the only one in his life? What if he has changed into an entirely different person than the guy from five years ago? Will she be able to live like this? Now, will she regret her decision of making him go away from her? Start date: 4.10.20 End date: 30.7.23

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

A writer by passion and a university student, she was everything men wanted in their women but not every family was filled with bustling happiness and after her parents' marriage came to a tragic end, she couldn't bring herself to the thought of loving and marrying someone in the future. Her fear only deepened when her father married for the second time- love wasn't deep and permanent- was all she thought until she met him. He was the son of a politician and a renowned businessman. Everyone in the business and political world worshipped him for what he had and who he was. He had everything but hailing a family like that, he was fated to not have a childhood, dream, passion and perhaps love. He was fated to live for the company. What's life if he didn't get to live it for himself? They then meet, eyes lower and eyes speak. And when eyes speak, souls fall in love. Meet Zaviyar and Maheen.