TRAPPED SERIES - BOOK II Sequel to "Trapped in the Sovereign's Sin" A dark mafia fantasy romance about a king who crosses worlds for the wife who no longer remembers him.

「 ✦ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 ✦ 」 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." When my father arranged my wedding to my enemy, I refused. Marriage was never part of the plan. My plan was to hate her and possibly fuck her. I didn't want more, nor did I expect it. Until her mistake changed everything. I offer her a deal. They say never make deals with a madman. He takes everything. 「 ✧ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤 ✧ 」 "𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬... 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜." My childhood's most cherished dreams have turned into my adulthood's nightmares. Trust is a luxury I no longer have. And my father has arranged my marriage to my enemy. I needed to keep the Phantoms from taking me again. I accepted his deal. I want to find some comfort in my hellish life. After all, your enemy can never bring you solace. 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒 goosshhh your writing is too good... loving it already 💕 - sakshiihskas Damn good your storyline is❤️ - yxtshv5d6v6e Honoured to read such a beautiful, stunning frame of mind that writes to the soul. Thank you - pupzed You're a good writer. It was definitely different but interesting - jasminecabell *𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒* *𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐕*

He didn't want a wife, but he won't tolerate a rebel. She was a runaway bride; now, she's a captive queen. Haider Malik doesn't rescue people, he owns the whole damn scene. Cold. Sharp. Untouchable. And then Tuba crashes into his world, stubborn, sunshine and his headache. Tuba's spirit is too free for any cage. Haider dismissed her as a "Wildcat." Tuba declared him "The Jerk." They vowed never to cross paths again. Then the papers were signed. Tuba, a furious runaway bride, is dragged back and forced into an inescapable marriage with her worst enemy: Haider Malik. Now, the "Wildcat" is trapped with "The Jerk." They hate each other. They need each other. He wants control. She wants freedom. Destiny said: "Let's make it messy." When a forced marriage ties them together, Fire meets gasoline.... And neither of them is ready for the explosion. Love? Please. They'd rather kill each other first.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in response "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧, the kind of man who would sell your soul to the devil and you will call it mercy. A man who smirks as the world collapses at his feet. That's how he lives. That's how he wins. Because to him, emotions are nothing but fractures in perfectly stitched armor and fractured people don't survive. They break. And Kabir Malhaan only ever learns how to break them first. ༺❀༻ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world of chaos, it's her fractured, fading memories that hold her together. The only anchor she has to a life she can no longer fully remember, yet refuses to let go of. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more

Alana Malik I loved him even before I knew the meaning of the word love. But realizing that the man I have loved my whole life is in love with Noor... Maybe I would have killed Noor if she were some other girl. But the girl my love, my bakht, is in love with is none other than Noor Dawood Malik-my brother's wife-who is dealing with consecutive delays and behaves like a child. Only Allah knows how brutally my heart broke hearing his confession for Noor in front of my family. Bakhtiyar bin Taha I know I sinned by falling for my brother's wife. But what hurts more is the realization that Alana loves me. And I don't know what to do now, because to me she is the daughter of the man who ruined my Tani phupho. I hate her bold behavior. I hate the mere thought that her veins carry Theodore's blood, and yet my family treats her like she is some princess. For her, he is the love of her life, and she fell in love with him since childhood-without knowing the reality of him being the illegitimate son of the man who tried to rape her phupho. For him, she is just the bold, noisy flesh of the man who ruined his Tani phupho.

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐐 × 𝐙𝐈𝐘𝐀 | 𝟐𝟗 × 𝟐𝟎 He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ────────── Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

Katha stood frozen. Then he said it. His gun still pointed at her. Quiet. Final. Deadly in its calmness. "Pyar kiya tha tumse kabhi isliye aaj jaane de rhe hain" "Agar kabhi dobara mere raaste mein aayi na..." A pause. His gaze locked on hers. Not warm anymore Not familiar. Completely gone. "...toh Adhrit nahi." Another pause. "Adhrit Singh Ranawat milega tumhe. Aur uske liye tum sirf ek naam hogi-ek yaad jo woh kab ka dafn kar chuka hoga," he said, voice stripped of everything familiar, like the last trace of warmth had been burned out of it. A pause. His eyes stayed on her-steady, unreadable, unrecognizable. "Ek stranger se zyada kuch nahi hogi tum," he continued, each word falling heavier than the last, "aur agar raaste mein aayi mere toh acche se jaanti ho kya anjaam hota hai hamare dushmano ka." The sentence didn't rise in anger. Like a verdict already passed. His hand moved sharply. And before she could even process it- he grabbed the pendant from his neck. The same pendant she had once placed there herself. Hands trembling slightly that day, smiling like she was sealing a promise only love could understand. He looked at it for half a second. Just half. Long enough for something to flicker across his face. Then his grip tightened. And he pulled it off. Katha's breath caught. "No-Adhrit, woh-" He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Tumne diya tha na?" he said flatly. A pause. Then colder- "Tumhara jhooth tumhe muba rakho." Before she could react- he threw it. Not gently. Not carelessly. But like discarding something that had no right to exist anymore. Read to find out what happens next 😉 Do follow for updates ❤️✨

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

This story contains a male lead who is not a moral character-he is dangerous, obsessive, and unapologetically ruthless. His actions are driven by control and possession, not kindness or redemption. Read only if you are comfortable with a dark romance where love is tangled with power, obsession, and destruction. Mikhail Sokolov **Ishika Rao A ruthless Russian mafia heir, Mikhail Sokolov, comes to India to aid his longtime ally in seizing control of a lucrative criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and convinced love is a fatal weakness, he lives by power and fear alone. But when he meets a defiant Indian woman who refuses to bend to his threats, she becomes more than a problem-she becomes his obsession. What starts as intimidation turns into a dangerous game of dominance and defiance, where boundaries blur and every choice pulls her deeper into his world. This is not a tale of redemption or gentle love-it is a story of possession, control, and a man who would rather destroy the woman he craves than ever let her go. EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON SCROLLSTACK. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.