"Veer" "Hmm?" "Will you... forget me once you become a big businessman?" Yashveer stopped in his tracks. He turned to her, cupping her small face gently in his hands. His eyes, usually so cold and stern, softened with deep affection. "I would love to die before erasing you from my memory, Shona." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. . . . As he took a step forward, Ishika grabbed his right arm, stopping him. she stands in front of him. "Am I not looking beautiful hubby, that you are not even looking at me" Ishika said, while running her fingertip on his left cheek. Thats it. Yashveer yanked her hand and grabbed her neck, pinning her against wall. His grip on her neck was mercilessly tight that make her choke, her face turn red as gasp for air. " Save your tricks. I feel nothing but disgust looking at you." . . . . It's my first book. and english is not my first language so if there's any grammatical mistakes please ignore it. This whole story is my own imagination so don't say I have copied it. Some of the prompt I've asked from chatGPT . . . -IMPORTANT - in this book there will violence and tragic scene and the ml is violent and kinda psyco type you can also say his is blood thirsty mafia when it's come to baby wife...there will be some past trauma and if you guys are thinking there will be any bonding between ml and his family in last....so let me tell you NO there would not.... there will be some dialog in Hindi words with no translation -Tropes... Mafia king × innocent girl protective ml × clumsy fl age gap height difference clam × chaotic touch her and die❎ you won't even have eyes to look at her✅ soft romance bloodshed

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You knew I would be kidnapped!" she snapped. "Yes I did." His voice desperate. "And you let them?" she asked. "I knew I would save you." he said. "What if you couldn't?" she said. "I would never let anything happen to you." he said, his voice cracking. "You are talking big. You used me to end your rivalry!" she yelled. "No! Not used. It was to save you." he said. She turned her back to him. "I don't wanna listen anything. You used me and I don't stay where people use me. That is it, Vansh." She was about to walk away when he held her hand, dropping to his knees. "Please, Kavya! Don't leave me....don't leave me like my family did." Her chest tightened. She heard him cry. She turned back, realization hit her. She sat on her knees and hugged him tight. "I am sorry. I-I got angry. I swear I will never leave you. I am sorry." He smiled through tears, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "You are mine." he whispered. She nodded. "Only yours. And you are mine." she said, tears falling down her cheeks. He pulled her closer. "Only yours."

"Sign here," Rajvansh ordered, his voice dripping with dominance. Mahira's eyes widened in fear as she read the papers, her mind racing with questions. "What is this?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Rajvansh's response was cold and calculating. "It says you'll work for me, do whatever I say. "The bodyguards raised their guns, aiming them at Mahira's head. Rajvansh's gaze flicked to them, and then back to Mahira. "If you don't sign, they'll shoot you , and you and your unborn child will be gone" he said, his voice cold and still.

They didn't give her a trial. They gave her a husband. Shravani Mehra was never meant to be a bride. She was built to survive sharp-minded, self-made, and untouchable in a world ruled by men who mistook fear for power. Until one night changed everything. A death. A legacy drenched in blood. And a verdict delivered not by a court, but by the most feared name in the city. Aviraj Rathore. King of an empire built on silence and obedience. A man who doesn't ask he claims. A man who believes control is justice and marriage is the cruelest punishment. He doesn't want Shravani's love. He wants her contained. She doesn't want his mercy. She wants her freedom even if she has to burn his throne to get it. What begins as vengeance becomes a war of wills. What looks like hatred starts to feel like obsession. And in a house where power decides survival, only one truth remains: This is not a love story. It is a standoff between two people too dangerous to surrender. And in a marriage forged as a sentence, only one will kneel - or both will fall.

"I had to choose between my empire, which I built with years of struggle, and you," he said, his voice low and husky "I meant it when I said that nothing in this world matters to me as you do, Sweetheart," Atharva continued, his gaze burning with intensity. "The money I lost can be earned again; my empire, which fell, can be rebuilt. But losing you? That's a risk I couldn't take." ~ Priya Sharma, a 23-year-old architect student and a waitress at a renowned cafe in India, lives a simple life. Her world turns upside down when she meets Atharva Singhania, the infamous billionaire and owner of multiple luxury hotels, clubs, and architectural firms. Atharva, the Famous Indian bachelor from New York, is known for his ruthless business tactics and unyielding determination. His brother, Kabir Singhania, is a notorious playboy, but Atharva's focus lies elsewhere - expanding his empire. During a visit to India to oversee his business ventures, Atharva encounters Priya, a feisty waitress who intentionally adds sugar to his black coffee. This carefree act sparks his interest, and he becomes fixated on her. She became his Obsession. Priya soon discovers that Atharva's reputation precedes him: "What Atharva Singhania wants, he gets, by hook or by crook." As he pursues her, Priya must navigate the challenges of being in the spotlight and the thrall of the country's most powerful billionaire. Will Priya succumb to Atharva's charms, or will she stand her ground against the force of his determination? ~ Peep in to know more :) {#1 of The Billionaires series} . . . I know a bad description, but will edit later since I'm too lazy to write a proper one.... And give this story a chance... Need a heavy editing once the book is completed Don't judge a book by it's cover 💀🔪👀

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

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.

"Kneel," Abhimanyu commanded "No... please," she whispered through her sobs His eyes flashed, hardening with impatience. "I said kneel, Riddhima," he repeated, his tone even sharper. "I'm sorry, Abhimanyu, please..." she pleaded, desperation lacing every word But his expression only darkened further. "If you don't kneel by the count of three, my belt will teach you obedience until you can't take it anymore," he warned, his voice low and controlled yet filled with undeniable menace. "One... two..." he began to count, leaving no room for hesitation. Before he could reach three, she dropped to her knees, her heart pounding in terror. Satisfied, he pulled a chair and sat directly in front of her, his gaze fixed on Riddhima with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. "Tonight," he said slowly, each word deliberate and unyielding, "you're going to learn to think twice before you ever defy me again." . . . Story of two childhood friends who got separated in childhood, but in future he was not ready to let her go because she belongs to him but from a sweet boy he turned into a control freak. • LOTS OF VIOLENCE AND MANIPULATION BY ML IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE THEN DON'T READ• !! STORY OF A VILLAIN !!

Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

" either I hate you but you have no rights to hurt yourself only I can kill you...hurt you or whatever...you are JUST MINE EVEN ON BED AND EITHER IT'S LIFE !! " Shiv shakti coded 🦢 heyo royals ~ your author is back here 💖🫰🏻😭 as you know the previous you guys had read " Forced Wife " got deleted by Wattpad due to some scenes and characters matched with another book so I changed many things in this one even the name / CHRACTER'S / book theme...those who don't read my that one it's best for them and those who read so babies please adjust for your author and give the same love to this one too I'm sure it'll be worth your time as it's better then that one !!! note ~ - The book contains some harassed words and sexual assault so watch at your own risk - The book is an updated version of my recently book - tropes 🦋~ Mafia king × heart surgeon business tycoon × smuggler × killer CEO × doctor psychopath × gangster dark romance × royal romance × soft romance happy × sad haters to lovers women in revenge × villain Forced marriage × arrange marriage innocence × agression ego × lions × panther - Book story is mine only...ask before reposting - must follow my Instagram @royal_writes._ link in bio too for book updates - book is mutli couple coded 🦢 - book contains Hindi dialogue with English translation - follow my Wattpad and do vote / comment on each chapter 😭😭🫰🏻 - let's go royals ~ 🦢💖🦋🐾🕊️🫰🏻 starting date - 15 / dec / 2024 your author Ashu ~