"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily." He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes. "A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first." She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes. "You planned this." He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends." She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle. "Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you." Her eyes snapped open. "I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan." Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin. "You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face." Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself. But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her? Will she be frightened? Will she run? Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?

✨....𝑬𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒊 𝑬𝒌 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒂... ✨ She was His to manipulate, His to break, His Sharanya. For Her, He was Her tormentor, Her downfall. She was His obsession, His possession, His forbidden fruit. This is the story of three lives entwined in a dance of power and destruction: Sharanya, a 21-year-old orphan. Innocent, fragile, with a heart of gold. A delicate flower crushed by the weight of her circumstances. Her life a mere whisper of what it once was, her soul slowly being devoured by the darkness that surrounds her. Rajveer Mahajan, 30, the Chief Minister of Maharashtra. A red flag, a warning sign. Womanizer, drunkard, heartless. A predator in a tailored suit, hiding his true nature behind a mask of charm and deception. His eyes gleam with a sinister intent, his smile a mere facade for the evil that lurks within. Vyom Bedi, 30, a ruthless businessman and arch-nemesis of the Mahajan family. A megalodon, a force of destruction. Cold, calculating, devoid of emotion. A master strategist, always planning his next move. His gaze pierces through the darkness, his presence commanding attention. Their lives are intertwined, their fates sealed. The stage is set for a battle of power, desire, and destruction. The players are ready, the game is on. Who will emerge victorious, and who will be left shattered? Will Sharanya find a way to escape the clutches of her tormentor, or will she remain forever trapped? Can Rajveer's mask of deception be maintained, or will his true nature be exposed? ve into this dark and twisted tale of love, power, and destruction, where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and the truth is hidden behind a web of lies.

My Husband, My Tormentor I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city. But he ruined those plans. His entry into my life was unexpected-maybe even unwanted. I agreed to marry him, foolishly thinking he would tire of me and set me free, that I'd slip back into the life I'd dreamed of. But he flipped my world, locked every door, and cut off every path. Now, there's no way out. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go but back to him. Still, I cling to a sliver of hope. can I escape from him? Can I... or can't I? | | Mature content 18+| |

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?