IZHAAN🌸ESHHAL

Two princes. Two commoners. Two love stories that were never meant to be easy. Prince Avyan Singh Ranawat had once been the gentler Ranawat-until watching the people he loved bleed to protect him turned that gentleness into something colder. Years ago, his elder brother had nearly lost his life saving him. When history repeated itself and his sister-in-law, Queen Isha, stood between their family and danger, something in Avyan hardened for good. So when Anshi became entangled in an insult directed at the Queen, Avyan's fury came before reason. One command from him changed the course of her life. By the time he realized his mistake, the damage had already been done. And when regret slowly turned into something deeper, Avyan wanted the one woman who had every reason to hate him. While one prince fought for a woman who wanted nothing to do with him, Ranveer Rajput, the future King of Mewar, faced a different battle. Ragini loved him, but her troubled family and the burdens she had carried all her life made her believe she could never belong beside a king. The more Ranveer chose her, the harder she tried to walk away-for his sake. One woman had been hurt by royalty. The other was terrified of becoming part of it. And two princes were determined to prove that the women they loved didn't have to be born royal to belong beside them. Because some love stories followed the rules of royalty. Theirs were meant to set it unbound. Note - This Story is a sequel of The Royal BEAST, but can be read as standalone too.

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Ansh, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance

🔞WARNING ⚠ Extremely explicit content inside. Enter at your own risk, because you are about to drown in an ocean of raw, breathless sin baby 💋 Shivay × Nadezhda | 34 × 24 Indian x Russian Her eyes met mine, a fiery blue. "I want to marry you in my style," she said, and then she lifted a small, flat box she had kept tucked away in her panty. Who keeps things in their panty? As she lifted the box and opened it, I saw a ring box inside. So, for the act of putting a ring on, we were standing here in this near-naked state? What a weird, twisted marriage. I raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Her wild thinking will one day be the end of my life. This brat needed a serious lesson. She had literally unboxed her own death by removing all my clothes, eye-raped me twice, and was now holding a ring box, ready to complete the ritual. "Okay... it's time, Dear Husband. Take off your boxers," she said, her voice completely normal, as if she were asking me to pass the salt. **Book rated 18+ | Dark Romance** **© All Rights Reserved**

Love was never his plan. Not in a life carved from power, fear, and unshaken control. Ekaansh Rayala- the name that ruled Rudravaram, the man thirty-eight villages bowed to, the storm people prayed never to face. He was destruction- until she became his reason to be gentle. His anger didn't rise. It struck. His voice didn't warn. It broke. And mercy... was never part of who he was. Until he saw her. One look was all it took to rewrite a ruthless man. A girl standing too quietly in a world that would never be gentle with her- soft eyes lowered, fingers trembling, a voice so tender it barely reached beyond her lips... She healed lives with steady hands, but flinched at raised voices. The world feared him. He feared breaking her. Too kind. Too soft. Too untouched by cruelty. A heart that chose compassion-even when it cost her. A soul devoted to Mahadev... never knowing she had just stepped into the life of a man who bowed only to Mahakaal. She was everything he wasn't. And everything he suddenly couldn't live without. He didn't fall in love. He didn't even understand it. But something in him shifted the moment he saw her. Because once she became his- not even his own darkness could reach her. She flinched at his voice... so he learned to soften it for her. Bound by rituals they never chose, tied by vows spoken without love- he became her shield... and she, unknowingly, became his peace. Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with a single look- and a man who decides, without a word... she is his to protect. Picture are from Pinterest and credits goes to the owners

"Look at the way she is dancing.. Don't you think she is hot.." , a boy piercing at a girl in pub told. "Yes, she is hot.." , another boy in the group said. "What do you say Arun.." , they asked the guy who is busy in sipping his mocktail "Ravi, why do you even ask him after knowing very well that he will never get feelings on any girl? " , another guy replied Arun just shakes his head with a smile on his face while keeping the glass down. "Rey, look at her.. She is so..." , when one guy was saying this, another guy shouted as "isn't she our Chaitu.." , Arun immediately turns his head towards the door only to see a girl wearing a knee length sleeveless black dress entering the pub. He without giving a second thought walks towards the door and drags her outside the pub.

This story is continuation of forbidden Love(phase-1) can be read as standalone. Sahasra & Aryansh: A one-sided struggle where Sahasra has deep feelings for Aryansh, but he does not reciprocate those feelings. Maha & Rudransh: A mutual relationship where both characters share genuine affection for one another. Meenakshi & Devansh: A tension-filled dynamic defined by mutual hatred. Tropes: Police x politician daughter Professor x Student Ceo x student Bava x mardhal Forced proximity Love marriage

"Strip." The single word drops from his lips, freezing the blood in my veins. My breath hitches as I look at the man sitting on the edge of the massive royal bed, his dark eyes watching me like a starving predator. "Are you deaf, little bird?" His deep voice rumbles through the silent room, sending a heavy, unexpected throb straight to my core. "I said strip. Let me see if your body is as brave as your mouth." I swallow hard, my fingers trembling on the heavy fabric of my lehenga. I have been fighting him all night, throwing out dirty comebacks like I know exactly what I am doing. But now, under his burning gaze, the terrifying truth hits me. I am completely out of my depth. Laal Ishq ❤️‍🔥 Abhimanyu Singh Rathore bows to no one. At thirty two, he is the ruthless King of Rajasthan. He demands absolute obedience and destroys anyone who stands in his way. Until his dark gaze drops onto a twenty year old law student. Shivika Agnihotri is pure and completely untouched. But when her parents fall into an inescapable debt, Abhimanyu does not want their money. He demands her in exchange. He buys her to be his bride, expecting a terrified girl who will quietly submit to his every royal command. He is completely wrong. Shivika might look innocent, but she is bold, sharp, and fiercely independent. She talks back, mocks his threats, and refuses to kneel. But the arrogant King loves a good challenge. In a deadly game of power, dark obsession, and raw temptation, the King of Rajasthan is about to claim his defiant new queen.