～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

She is the radiant and free-spirited princess of Malwa-beautiful, bubbly, and blissfully unaware of the haunting truths buried in her past. Since childhood, she has been bound to a royal alliance with the prince of Madhya Pradesh-a commitment inked by fate, not by choice. He is the merciless King of Rajasthan-CEO by day, mafia lord by night. Ruthless, inhuman, and feared across the nation, he commands the underworld syndicate known as the Black Domain, where he's worshipped and dreaded as The Beast in Human Form. With a wicked smile, he slaughters like it's a sport-death means nothing to him. But what happens when fate dares to intertwine their worlds? What unfolds when two cold-blooded beasts cross paths... for one delicate, untouchable beauty? She flinches at the thought of crushing an ant. He slaughters men like they're insects beneath his boots. Their contrast is more than striking-it's cataclysmic. She is dawn. He is dusk. She is the warmth of spring. He is the chill of winter. She breathes life. He brings death. She is softness wrapped in silk, the only calm that can silence the storm in him. He is steel cloaked in shadows, a living fortress of pain and vengeance. And yet... she is the only one who dares to step into his darkness. The only one who can shatter the walls he built to cage his own heart. ꧁༺༻꧂★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿ Tropes : - Villian in love - touch her and die - mafia romance - slow burn - she fell first but he fell harder - forced proximity - Mafia x Fashion designer - Grumpy x sunshine

"His eyes haunted her dreams. His name consumed her thoughts. His love became her obsession." In the year 2060, history isn't just a subject-it's an obsession. And for **her**, it all begins with a forgotten king of Rajasthan, a warrior lost to time, his story incomplete. His victories are legendary, yet the woman beside him remains a mystery. No name, no portrait-only a single painting of her eyes, by the king himself. She shouldn't crave a man who lived centuries ago. She shouldn't long for the touch of someone whose bones turned to dust. But when fate opens a forbidden door, she steps through-into a world where he is real, where his voice is thunder, and his presence is fire. Thrown into the past, into a kingdom ruled by the very man who ruled her heart, she is no longer a historian. She is a stranger in a world that doesn't belong to her. And when those dark, piercing eyes finally land on her, she knows one thing- "Some obsessions are destined. Some loves are eternal. And some oaths... are timeless."

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.