(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

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

She will survive. She will get justice. She's his dream, that he'll chase madly. He will have her, no matter what the odds are. He can go to any extent, even if it means to kill or die. Or to commit a Sin. A story filled with Mysteries, Madness, Desire, Love and most importantly-Survival. This will be the cutest story that you'll read, but also dangerously obsessive even if read just once. Amara: His Beautiful Dream is worth reading, I assure you. You won't regret reading this. But yes, this will be triggering at many points, in such cases, where it causes harm to you or your emotions then I request you to not read it further. The story is fictional and surely worth reading, as it may give you few life lessons too. happy reading<3

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇.

⋆𐙚₊ 𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊ ~𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭! ｡✧ Prologue "माझं तुझ्यावर प्रेम आहे." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ｡✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩

She is fearless. He is the fear. She spits fire. He is the fire. She is surrounded by her demons. He is the King of demons. She is his Emerald. He is her Devil King. ______________________________ "The moment my eyes fell on you..your every inch of body,soul, your everything belongs to me" He said and slammed his rough lips on mine..and devour me like I am his fav meal which I am for him, only him. ______________________________ "Remember Devil..you might be the Devil King here but I fucking can bring you to your knees" She Roared while grabbing by collar. I smirked as I leaned down near her ear and whispered out "I would love to be on my knees for you." ______________________________ "Let me show you what true heaven & hell looks like" He husked out as he stared in my eyes. "I am ready to see this forbidden site Devil" I husked out in my seductive voice. ______________________________ "L-LEAVE ME. I-I SAID LEAVE ME" She screamed at me. My eyes darkened I pulled her close to me with a powerful jerk now no air can pass through us... "Never. NEVER. I am not going to leave you. You are mine---" "I AM NOT YOURS--- "FUCKING YES YOU.ARE.MINE.ONLY MINE" I screamed at her face before slamming my lips on her. "You are my LETHAL OBBESSION My emerald" I husked out as I saw her going unconscious in my arms. ______________________________ Join in the journey which is full of suspense, lies, betrayals, past secrets. In the midst, A Lethal Obsession blooms🥀 making it more intense & complicated than it is already. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His Lethal Obsession 🥀 A Desi Thriller Dark Romance Book 🔥 Smut Part !!! (Only on Scroll Stack Id)

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫" "𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 '𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵' 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 " {🄳🄰🅁🄺 🅁🄾🄼🄰🄽🄲🄴} ___________________________ Revaan Singhania , the biggest CEO of India was obsessed with a girl, Naina Malhotra who turns to be his rival. He stayed away from her, waited for her, stalked her for years and removed every obstacles from her way. Unbeknownst to him, Naina herself was obsessed with him and had stalked him for three years. They both finally meet, their got arranged. She thinks it was a miracle , but only if she knew he had manipulated both his and her family. Everything was on line. But then, a 21 year old girl, Mia Advani, the girl of nightmares,enters in their lifes. She had a dangerous obsession with him. But in reality she wasn't really obsessed with him, instead she was obsessed with the man who had saved her years ago. Due to few circumstances, she assumes that man to be revaan singhania, but in reality he was, Viaan Oberoi. The one was searching her from 12 years because both were childhood sweetheart. He stalks, and force mia into marriage so he could possess her his. Mia starts to hate him, unaware that he is her childhood love, her dream and her only obsession. Now read to find out how four persons change their destinies to get what they want , Or Will destiny play a game and destroy everything by misconceptions? 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞

In the shadows of night, a heart takes flight, Aarav's gaze upon Avni, a mesmerizing sight. A CEO with power, a mafia with might, in the chaos of darkness, she brings him light. A school teacher and a waitress, pure, with a gentle grace, in her eyes, he sees a sacred place. Love at first sight, an unspoken embrace, In the world of danger, she's his solace, his space.Her innocence calls to his hardened heart, A symphony of passion, a work of art. In a world of shadows, where danger does dart, Their love ignites, a fierce fire to start.Bound by secrets, a dangerous dance, In the realm of dark romance, they take a chance. For in Avni's eyes, Aarav finds his trance, a love that defies, a fearless advance. 𐙚| re-written on high demand

(FATE'S SEALED CONNECTION'S SPIN OFF) "You have to marry him. He is the only one who can get us out of this jail. Shanaya! I am your mother. I have fed you for all these years. You have to do this for me. Consider this as a payment for all that I have done for you and you shall be free. I promise you that I will not meddle in your life from then. You may do whatever you want. What ever your husband asks you to" Daamini said without any guilt in her voice. Shanaya was still standing in the cell with tears streaming down her eyes as she heard what her mother said. "I am ready mom. Arrange the date." Shanaya said and moved out without glancing back. . . . . . "You are husband and wife now." The priest said as there were only 3 people in that hall. The bride, the groom and the groom's secretary. They had a secret marriage. . . . . "Your mother sold you to me. I have paid to marry you." He said spitting nothing but facts on her face but this time, she was strong enough to not cry. . . . . "You do not know what a bitch of a wife you have 'JANEMAN'. I will show you exactly who Shanaya Rathore is" She said, her hands still around his neck as she sat comfortably in his lap leaving him shocked. WELL WELL!! THE MOST AWAITED STORY IS HERE. HOP INSIDE TO SEE THE STORY OF SHANAYA AND ARJUN. #DARK ROMANCE ALERT Book Cover Credits: _navyblueee_