𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Aarohi Malhotra, a quiet BBA student with a strong dislike for Strategic Management, never imagined her peaceful routine would be shaken-until RJ Sir entered her life. Intense, unreadable, and hauntingly familiar, he wasn't just another professor. He was the key to a past she had locked away. This is a story of silent hearts, long-buried emotions, and a love that refuses to fade.

"Shivani beta, look, as your dad I already told you he was not a good man," my father said. I was looking at myself in the mirror, all ready to get married. "Dad, I am ready for the person you will choose for me," I said while looking at him. He was looking at me, thinking that I was sad or would cry, but hell no-I am SHIVANI SINGHANIYA, the only daughter of Prakash Shinghaniya and only sister of my 2 brothers. ................................................................................................................................................. "Now your ex is back, will you return to him?" he asked while pressing my bare boobs. I looked at him and said, "Why, Mr. Arahansh Raizada? Are you thinking that I will run away from you?" The next second I felt pain in my womanhood and gripped my hand on his bare chest, and he said, "I am a monster, Mrs. Arahansh. Try to run-first I will tear him apart, then I will chain you in this damn room." I shivered, but I knew I couldn't do anything because he is- "I am yours baby dinosaur," I whispered while licking his neck. .......................................................................................

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

A simple, plain fictional love story! • Obsessed male lead • Possesive • age gap • marriage

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ This is a story of obsession, love, and destruction...! Mrityunjay Agnivesh-a name that makes the world tremble. Known as the 'Death Master,' every girl dreams of winning his love. But his heart once belonged to someone else... someone who was taken from him by a cruel enmity. Now, all that remains in his heart is darkness, and in his veins runs a passion-dangerous, destructive, and all-consuming. And then, she entered his life-Shivangi, a girl who lives with a secret from her past, a truth she is determined to keep hidden at any cost. But in Mrityunjay's world, no secret stays buried for long. When the truth is revealed, what will remain? When Mrityunjay's obsession breaks all limits, will Shivangi be able to escape him? Or will his madness consume her in its flames as well?