₊˚⊹♡ ⊹˚₊ ❝ तेरी मोहब्बत में जलना भी है, और तुझसे बचके ही चलना भी है... कुछ रंग अपना बदलना भी है, मैंने ढलना तेरे रंग में है सदा... ❞ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "Some loves heal. Some loves haunt. And some... refuse to die." ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Major Siddharth Singh was never a good man. Not the kind poetry is written about. Not the kind mothers pray for. Not the kind women should love. He is stubborn. Ruthless. Dangerously loyal. The sort of man who would burn himself alive if duty demanded it and expect everyone else to understand even including her. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Captain Dr. Sakshi Choudhary never intended to love him. She intended to survive him. His arrogance. His recklessness. His impossible certainty that the world would bend before his will. Yet somewhere between military hospitals, field postings, unanswered calls and promises neither of them knew how to keep he became home. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Meanwhile Major Karan Rathore laughs too loudly. And Shrishti Bajwa loves too deeply. One hides every wound behind humour. The other pretends her heart is not breaking. Together they are chaos. Together they are comfort. Together they are the kind of love people envy without knowing what it cost. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ But wars do not only happen at borders. Sometimes they happen inside marriages. Inside loyalty. Inside the spaces between truth and silence. And when a mission crosses into enemy territory one choice will change everything because some betrayals are real and some betrayals only look real but hearts break either way. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ This is a story of duty that demanded too much. Of love that forgave too litt

🚨 NOTICE • NOTICE • NOTICE 🚨 This version of the book will only stay up for about 5- 6 days. You're absolutely free to comment I would never stop you from doing that but I just wanted to let you know that after Collateral Hearts, I'll be working on this book's draft again. That means many scenes will be rewritten, expanded, or changed, so a lot of the comments on specific moments may not match the story anymore. However, there is one type of comment that I would genuinely love to receive. Just like you all helped me while I was rewriting Collateral Hearts, please point out eveything you feel needs improvement. Tell me if a relationship feels underdeveloped, if a scene is confusing, if you have questions about the storyline, if the pacing feels off, or if something doesn't make sense. Those comments help me far more than you know. The good thing is that I'm not rushing this rewrite anything, I want to take my time and make this story the best version of itself, so you have plenty of time to share your thoughts and feedback. I just wanted to let you all know in advance that this version is only temporary and thank you for always helping me make my stories better. ❝ जिस पे रखे तुमने क़दम अब से मेरा भी रास्ता है... जैसे मेरा तुमसे कोई पिछले जनम का वास्ता है... ❞ ✦・゜・✦・゜・✦・゜・✦ ⠀ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀. ⠀ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 ・゜・✦・゜・✦・゜・

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝑿 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Chirag! I don't want you to marry me for any reason. Because I am going to die soon. I have only one year to live. So it is better if you don't marry me and ruin your life." Anahita was sitting with Chirag in his office. She said to Chirag. Chirag, "If you are about to die, then this marriage will be perfect for us. I also don't want to ruin a life by marrying someone in this condition." "Huh? What did you say?" "I said, marry me, Anahita!" "But why? What do you want from me?", Anahita asked. Chirag said with an expressionless, emotionless face, "Marry me and fulfill Dadi's wish. Anyway, you are going to die within a year, so neither I nor you will have any problem."

"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.

A love saga of a police officer who is honest, courageous and fully devoted to his duty and a college student who is ambitious, selfless, innocent and brave . Join in the journey of Abhimanyu $ Mishika........