Arjun Srivastava x Preeti Aggarwal "I cannot be yours now. My marriage is fixed. Leave me Arjun." I implored under his cage. "You were, are and will always be mine, my chipmunk." He teased me with the name that he had given me during our school time. "I ain't your chipmunk!" I grumbled, scuffling under his hold. His warm breath was fanning my face, neck and cleavage. "Say that you don't love and I swear I won't show my face to you again." He sounded hurt and broken. I love you! I love you to the moon and back, my Arjun, but I can't marry you now. "I don't love you anymore!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes and hiding my tears. He left my wrists immediately and walked away. "ARJUN!" I called him out, but he didn't turn back. My heart cried for him, but my parents had already paid enough dowry to my in-laws, so I couldn't break this alliance. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Preeti Aggarwal was a young chubby college student, who was in love with Arjun Srivastava - the chief inspector of Prayagraj, but they weren't together anymore. Circumstances turned upside down and her marriage was fixed with a stranger. How will they unite again? How will they convince their families? How will they fall in love for the second time?

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

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And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

Rudra Singh Rathore, 26 yr old.✨ A man who has never bowed down to anyone and never will. Ruthless, arrogant, and a commanding presence, he is the mafia king and CEO of the Rathore Company. Fearless, he has no concern for losing anything, and the word "sorry" doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Family is his top priority, surpassing all else. He believes he is not made for love, considering it a weakness; he believes he can never truly love anyone. ♡ Purvi Sharma, 19 yr old. 🎀 Purvi Sharma is a bright and compassionate 19-year-old girl, cherished as the sole child by her loving parents. She values the warmth of her close-knit family and possesses a kind heart that resonates with empathy, making her deeply sensitive to the feelings of others. Despite the darkness that surrounds her, Her gentle soul remains untouched, as her sensitivity and empathy keep her rooted in positivity, shielding her from life's harsher aspects. Although she can be easily hurt, she never reciprocates pain, fully understanding the weight of sorrow. The story of two different people.

TWISTED SERIES NEXT GENERATION FAN FICTION AN IMAGINARY STORY. NIKO VOLKOV, Sunshiny, Clever, Perfection. All he wanted is to live a practical, successful and logical life until... CAMILLA VON ASCHERBERG, Kind, Sensible, Mannerly. Princess of the Eldorra country. She believed that her life was over after that one incident she until... The magic called love happened. The Logic fell in love with the Magic.

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ] 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge. "Arush" I moan as my muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure rushing through my body in a way it never has before. He smirks, and then he leans in to kiss me, his touch gentler now. He kisses me so sweetly that my heart can't help but skip a beat. My hands run over his chest and up, until I've got my arms wrapped around his neck, the tips of my fingers at his nape. I pull him closer, desperate for more, but he pulls away, the smile melting off his fac "The next time you want this, you come to me," he tells me, his expression hardening. "Stay away from Rohit. He's not for you." I blink in confusion as he lowers me to the floor and cages me in. I look into his eyes, my racing heart beating in a different rhythm than before. "What are you... what are you talking about? " He smiles humorlessly and brushes my hair out of my face, his gaze cold. "If you want to become some rich guy's mistress, then be mine. It's fucking embarrassing to see you flirt with him. If I ever catch you behaving this way again, I'll fire you. No one will be able to save you." My heart sinks, and I look away to hide the sudden pain his words inflict. 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 & 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐀. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎. Sex happened, fight happened, finally marriage happened. This book isn't mine most of the story line belongs to Cathriana book the temporary wife. Don't mind please! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝟭𝟴+ ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽

Her figure started trembling in fear as she was feeling her legs were getting weak. She tried to loosen his grip on her wrist but it was like if he was made of pure iron. "Y-you can't touch me like this. This is w-wrong. Leave me- Ahh" But he already held her jaw in his hand squeezing it painfully. She can feel his drunken breaths on her forehead and it was giving her goosebumps. "Oh really! Let me tell you my little wifey, I won you and now, you are my property sweetheart. I can touch even fuck you whenever and wherever I want" His said darkly as his chest was vibrating in furiousness. Those words of his made her blood turned cold. "Leave me- mmmm" Before she can finish, he pulled her harshly into a lustful kiss and the warm tears fell down from her eyes while her heart started bleeding in unbearable pain. •••• Annabella Grayson, a sweet, innocent and so pure soul. She was a loving girl with a heart of a diamond. She was like blooming days but, everything turns dark when he entered her life. Ivan Miller, a cold-hearted, sinner and another name of fear. He only knows to rule. Love was just a four-letter word for him. He only surrounds Lust. He was a man without feelings and emotions until his eyes caught her and she became his obsession and his desire. ------------------------------ ~: Mature content ( 18+) ~: Grammatical errors maybe. Since English a foreign language for me. ~: Do not try to do plagiarism. Copyright © deaxlykookie ✔ (AnonyBunny) ENJOY! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in Lust #1 in erotic romance #1 in evil husband #1 in hatelove #1 in hate #1 in temptation

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.