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.

Vansh Suryavanshi. Thirty years old. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. Six foot five, broad shoulders, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble. Dark spectacles framed in real gold rest on the bridge of his nose, hiding eyes that rarely show emotion. His voice never rises. His temper never shows. And his control... never breaks. Ministers lower their gaze when he walks into a room. Police officers obey before he even finishes speaking. Because in Vansh Suryavanshi's world, defiance has consequences. And he has never accepted the word no. The night he sees her, he asks for something simple. A private dance. 🌸 Rimjhim Rai. Twenty-five. A girl who has spent years surviving in a brothel after her own father sold her and her sister. A girl who has learned to endure humiliation, cruelty, and desperation. But one thing she never lost... Is the courage to refuse. So she looks the most powerful man in Rajasthan in the eye and says, "No." 🌸 For a moment the entire room goes silent. Vansh watches her carefully, as if studying something rare. Then he steps closer. Close enough that she can feel the quiet authority radiating from him. His hand comes up, not harsh, but firm enough to stop her from walking away. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, steady... almost calm. "Tumhe pata bhi hai tumne kisko mana kiya hai?" A faint, dangerous smile appears on his lips. "Duniya mein log mujhe haan kehne ke liye line lagate hain... aur tum ho jo mana kar rahi ho." He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping further. "Rimjhim Rai... tumhe shayad abhi samajh nahi aaya." A pause. "Main un aadmiyon mein se nahi hoon jo kisi cheez ko do baar maangte hain." His gaze sharpens behind the golden frames. "Aur jab Vansh Suryavanshi kisi cheez par nazar rakh leta hai..." Another pause. "Toh woh cheez kabhi uski pahunch se bahar nahi rehti." _____________ What will happen, when obsession will meet devotion? Warning ⚠️ Mature Content Ahead 🔞 #1 politicalp

He ruled in silence. She shook his world with a single glance. Rudraaksh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. Control. Silence. Forged in pain and blood, he built empires with a cold heart and colder hands. His past? Buried. His future? Calculated. Marriage? Just another deal... until her. Meher was not what he expected. Draped in tradition, eyes full of fire, and a heart so stubborn it refused to bow- She didn't flinch at his silence. She answered it. She didn't soften for his rage. She faced it. And somewhere between her bold innocence and quiet rebellion... Rudraaksh forgot how to be untouched. Now, the man who made demons kneel, might just fall to his knees... for the girl who was never afraid of his darkness.

#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06/2026] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.