～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)

Amidst the chilly wind and gloomy cloud, the walls of the Rathore Palace stood straight bearing the truth inside it from ages. The Rathores, who have abandoned this Palace and moved into a villa can't abandon their past just like they did to the palace. The palace itself is proof of the things that happened inside those four walls. The secrets and truth may lie beneath those ground but it is still there, intact. Waiting for the day someone will take it out... The legacy of this Rathore Palace is transferred with time and right now it is owned by the four heirs of the Rathore Family. The heirs of the Rathore Palace... a puzzle in themselves just like the palace. And their marriages? It's a conspiracy on its own. Each marriage is twisted with dozens of dark secrets tied to it. ||The four twisted marriages in the Rathore Palace.|| ~Join the tale of four twisted marriages of The Rathore Heirs~

Known as "Love that hurts 💔" before. ❝ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐧❞ ❝ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❞ I dedicate this book to ❝𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞.𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.❞ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── In a heart-wrenching tale of unrequited love, a young girl finds herself deeply devoted to a man from the tender age of nine. Despite her unwavering affection, he harbors nothing but disdain for her, influenced by the bitter grudge his sister holds against her. Driven by a desire for vengeance, he callously marries the girl, intending to inflict upon her the same pain his sister endured. Despite her boundless love, the man remains cold and indifferent, callously disregarding her sacrifices and devotion.His heart, hardened by resentment and bitterness, remains impervious to her love, leaving her shattered and irreparably broken. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── This story is about rumi siddique who is nothing but a sweetheart who can't deny anyone in need of help. But her goodness didn't get a prince Charming instead a devil disguise in a well mannered man, zayan a heartless bastard y gentleman for his sister and mother. What is the reason behind his hate? Who can hate a sweet girl like rumi? Is it hate or a well planned scheme? Will he fall in love with her while revenging or will it be too late to realise the truth?