A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

"I'm not a saint to worship your soul, I'm a sinner to devour your body" _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ☆ 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, was never meant to feel. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he has everything the world envies-wealth, power, and a reputation built on silence and steel. He's known for being a colder heart, and a heartbreak artist, however, he does have a soft spot for selective people. He has a set of unbreakable rules-no attachments, no feelings, and no commitments. He takes what's his, keeps his distance, and never lets anyone get close enough to break him. ☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 is nothing like the world he comes from-calm, compassionate, and quietly strong. A dedicated university student with a soul like a soft daisy blooming through concrete, she's the kind of girl who helps strangers and sees beauty in brokenness. But even her warmth hides its own shadows. They're from different worlds-always at odds, constantly clashing. And yet, something keeps pulling them together. Something deeper than hatred, louder than silence. A storm that neither of them is ready to name. As their paths intertwine, old memories resurface and secrets begin to stir. Beneath the fights and pride, both of them are searching for the same thing- sukoon. Peace. But some hearts don't calm the storm... they become it. Will they fight their past-or repeat it? [Highest Rank: #7 in peace, #3 in suggestions and #2 in dedication]

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"

❀° ┄──────╮ 𝒟𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. ╰──────┄ °❀ Ibrahim Alaamah who is a pure Muslim guy. A man of his words, well mannered, a bit short tempered, serious who also has a hobby of collecting luxury cars. A workoholic person who always keeps himself away from relationship stuffs. ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❞ ~ ᴵᴮᴿᴬᴴᴵᴹ ᴬᴸᴬᴬᴹᴬᴴ Amaya Verma who is a pure Hindu girl. A girl who loves fashion, chubby, lively,a bit badtameez but soft hearted. A girl who never compromises with her things and choices in her life. ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ❞ ~ ᴬᴹᴬʸᴬ ⱽᴱᴿᴹᴬ 𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘚- 「 ✦ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ? ✦ 」 ➽───────────────❥ ☾₊‧⁺ ┄──────╮ 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒶 ╰──────┄ ⁺‧₊☽ ~𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘫𝘢

Veer Rajvansh x Dhriti Sharma Veer Rajvansh, a 29-year-old businessman known for his cold demeanor and intimidating presence, has a reputation as a womanizer. Despite his handsome looks and charming smile reserved for select individuals, he remains uninterested in relationships. At his best friend's wedding, he encounters Dhriti, a 24-year-old woman with a kind and beautiful nature who is the mother of a two-year-old daughter. Dhriti is visibly shocked to see Veer, feeling a strong aversion towards him. She is deeply troubled by his presence, fearing that he might uncover or disrupt something she's desperately trying to hide. The story unfolds as Veer becomes intrigued by Dhriti's aloofness and begins to unravel the secrets she's concealing, leading to a tense and revealing encounter. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 • 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 • a𝐠𝐞 g𝐚𝐩 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 • 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐄𝐎 ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

What happens when a young woman finds herself standing at the altar, not as the chosen bride, but as the last-minute replacement for her elder sister who has fled? Forced into a marriage that was never meant to be hers, she faces a future filled with uncertainty. How will she navigate a life built on broken promises and a love that was never meant for her? As an unchosen bride, what destiny awaits her in a marriage born out of duty rather than desire? Dive into her story where fate takes an unexpected turn. 🔞Warning: This story contains mature content and adult themes-read at your own risk! xoxo🩷

His love became her biggest curse in the world. She thought when somebody is in love, the other person's happiness matters the most to that person but her innocence became her biggest enemy. He was the young age owner of Khurana companies owning the wealth earned by his father and chachu. The person he loves and respects the most in the world is his chachi. He was the reason why people started fearing Khuranas. His brain worked like a devil with his devilish looks. His dark eyes observe the littlest details in his surroundings. He earned the name of the devil for himself. She was the definition of an angel with her innocence and beauty. Her heart is pure as an angel and her brain innocent as a child. She was the heart of her family. She never believed in darkness and attracted the devil himself towards her. The devil never wants a single male to look at her the way, he looks at her. He never thought he could ever feel love ever in his life but everything changed when his eyes fall on her. His obsession, his possession, his soulmate, his angel, his babydoll.

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐗 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 Choose," Vikram's voice echoed, cold and unforgiving. "Your company or your wife." His fingers trembled around the cold steel of the gun. Ansh had always been a man of logic, a strategist who calculated risks and gains. But now, faced with this impossible choice, his heart waged war against his mind. The company-the empire he had built from sweat and sacrifice-exited like a mountain before him. It represented power, wealth, and influence. Kanika-she was his heart, the reason he breathed. Ansh's eyes held resignation. He had made his choice-the one that would haunt him forever. He stepped closer, the gun's muzzle against Kanika's temple. "Betrayer never stands a place in our lives " he whispered . . . . . . "I love you," she whispered, but love was no match for the weight of his decision. The gunshot tore through her, not just physically but emotionally. Ansh had shattered her trust, leaving her broken and bleeding. The gunshot echoed through the room, shattering not just Kanika's trust but also their love. Ansh had chosen his company, and in that choice, he had betrayed her. Kanika wondered if love could survive such brutality. Or if, in the end, it was all just an illusion-a mirage in a desert of broken promises. Love or betrayal? Consumption of betrayals. Internal betrayal? Yes! Will they be overcome? Or Will it overcome them??? Buckle up your seats to witness their internal betrayals.