•UNDER EDITING• Abhimanyu Chowdhary-A mysterious 28 years old man. CEO of Chowdary group of companies. He has looks that every girl craves and go crazy. Rude, arrogant, cold-hearted man and a man of fewer words. He is broken right from his birth which made him like a king of darkness. Sitaara Dev Shetty- A 24 years old beauty with a brain. She has a beautiful smile that can make others feel serene just by looking at her smiling face. An epitome of beauty full of innocence and bubbliness. She has a past no one knew except her best friends and her brother. He is a miserable soul, She came as light into his dark world and became his reason to live. She is a shattered soul, He came into her life to mend her broken pieces. She became his drug for all his panic, anxiety and anger whilst he became her medicine to survive. They both came into each other's life's unexpectedly and everything turned into the best. They both became remedies to each other's pain. Without knowing to themselves they made a special place in each other's hearts. Their love for each other roared louder than their demons. They were a thunderstorm that brought sunshine into each other's lives. When you can't look on the bright side I will sit with you in dark and show you the brightest side - Sitaara And you are the moon, most beautiful in my darkness - Abhimanyu. So, guys let's peek into their story of mending each other's hearts, completing each other's happiness and becoming each other's home. It's a twisted story with betrayal, dark secrets, painful past. ****************************************** Zillions of grammatical mistakes, contain strong language and a few matured contents, read at your own risk!! Pictures used in the story are only for better imagination to make readers comfortable and are copied from Google or Pinterest.

Warning Dark romance + Fantasy (18+) Mature theme Mature Language Forced relationship Dark love Anya Banerjee a normal teen girl or that she thinks she is. A free bird who doesn't likes to be restricted or caged. A free spirited girl who doesn't cares about what others say about her What happens when this free bird falls in love with someone who is completely different from her and who has no intentions to let her fly anymore? Is it possible to love the person you never wanted for you? Is it possible to be in love with a person when you only got lies and betrayal from him? Sounds like a cliché dark romance where the hero cages the heroine and shit happens No? Think again before judging the book without reading because this book is anything but a cliché story

This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap