Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

|𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆-𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉𝒆.| 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝙷𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 ' 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 '𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 . 𝑺𝒊𝒂 𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 . 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✧ 𓆩✦𓆪 ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ 𓆩✦𓆪 ━━━━━━━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━━━━ 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... One was forbidden by rules. The other was forbidden by fate. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 - the cold, untouchable professor whose past turned him into stone. A man feared by many, felt by none. 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - the quiet dancer who hid storms beneath grace, and loved a man who never saw her... until she stopped looking back. He was duty. She was desire. He taught discipline. She lived through chaos. He crushed her love. She buried it... along with her innocence. But fate has a cruel sense of humour - Because just when she begins to forget him... He decides he can't forget her. ❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. ❞ Now, he wants her. Not with love. But with an obsession that burns like sin. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂... 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. A tale of silence and scars, of a girl who loved too deeply, and a man who felt too late. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (🔞) This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18