"She was never meant to be his bride... yet fate had other plans. Kriti had learned to survive in silence-living in a house where love never existed. Broken but still kind, she never expected life to change. Reyansh Oberoi-cold, arrogant, and dangerously powerful. A man who never believed in love and never planned to marry. But when the bride runs away on the wedding day... he is forced to marry the one girl he never even looked at. A marriage built on anger. A relationship filled with hate. And a truth that could destroy everything... Because some love stories are not meant to happen- yet they happen anyway.

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

#Book 2- "The stolen sovereignty"[ can be read Standalone] She was a nobody-a ghost surviving on quiet strength and borrowed stability. A girl who learned early that the world doesn't pause for tears, she had nothing that mattered in a world of luxury. No powerful family name, no past to protect her, and a future that belonged entirely to someone else's payroll. Until she stepped into *his* empire. He was the pinnacle of wealth, malice, and absolute power-the **Sinister Sovereign**. A man so obscenely rich he bought nations, and so terrifyingly ruthless that the world held its breath at his name. In his calculated, blood-soaked reality, humans were either tools to be used or obstacles to be crushed. He had everything, yet felt absolutely nothing. Until his dark, merciless gaze fell upon the simple maid sweeping his floors. It wasn't a sudden spark-it was a slow, consuming obsession. To the man who owned the world, her innocence became a poison he couldn't resist. In a world full of masks and greed, her fear, her quiet strength, and the way she flinched at his presence unraveled him completely. He didn't just notice her. He became obsessed with her. He started watching-quietly, constantly-claiming her space, her breath, her thoughts without ever touching her. For her, even meeting his eyes felt like danger. A man who ruled the darkness, feared by all, should have been nothing but a warning. She was only a maid. And he... was the man who should never have wanted her. But logic is a useless shield against a sovereign who refuses to let go. Will the innocent maid survive the guilt of loving the world's most dangerous man? Or will she realize that her quiet innocence is the only weapon capable of bringing the ruthless Sinister Sovereign to his knees? Step into a dark, intoxicating tale of power, trauma, and a forbidden obsession so deep... he would gladly burn the entire world to ashes just to keep his beautiful sin by his side.

A Dark Academia Mystery Thriller Professor Student Romance. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ " Prof RDO, I'll never ever accept you as my husband , you used me for your own gains, I don't consider this marriage as real " She cries clutching his collar tightly in her hands. Her heart bleeding, splintering into pieces. This cannot be the man she has loved since her childhood. " Hmm Mrs RDO, Let's see how long you keep on this oath wife " He groans licking her tears holding her close in his arms. What if she runs away again just like before. " You are such a monster, you ruined my dreams, my hopes , my everything " She hits a series of slaps over his chest And he takes all of it. Because this woman is his life, his everything. Only if she knew why he took such a drastic step. " Now give me divorce and let me go or else I'll------- ummmm " She can't complete her sentence when a pair of rough familiar lips engulf her mouth in a ravaging kiss. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A story about loving someone so deeply that you forget how to love them right. It's a story about love that went too far. About obsession disguised as devotion. This is where it all begins........... ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Extreme mature content ( 18+) Sequel of Quantum Obsession

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn twins daughter and son, need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.