𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 :- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 × 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 *** " I LOVE HIM, I'LL DIE WITHOUT HIM." She said, " I CAN'T ACCEPT HER, SHE KILLED MY WIFE. SHE'S MURDERER." He said, Will they come over from their dark past?

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

It's the second part of the "The Devil's Crown", making it the second instalment of the Devil's Trilogy. Hence, not a STANDALONE! It's a dance of desire and destruction. A battle of surrender and control. Obsession and ruin. I am a woman marked by regret, haunted by demons of my past. An escaper, running from everything that binds me. Then I met him. Zyran Zakharov. A devil in silk, with cold blue eyes that promise nothing but pain. The kind of man who doesn't just take but consumes. The moment our eyes locked, I knew I was doomed. I was going to sin. I was going to fall into his darkness, and nothing could stop me. Every touch, every word, pulls me deeper into his world consuming me whole. He doesn't want to save me, he wants to own me. Possess me. And once you're in his grip, there's no escaping. Only falling further. I thought I was prepared. But I wasn't. He doesn't want my heart. He wants my soul. A soul of destruction.

A devil rules a land of sin, whose soil whispers forbiddance. Zyran didn't know the meaning of desire being burned and one forced to be quiet. Until she came meandering into his land. All he wanted was her the moment she came before his eyes. A mistake of hers. According to him. Until he knew her biggest mistake. Her still loving her dead husband. "You are mine, no matter what." He say out loud for her to hear. "I am a widow." She again presses on the same thing. He smile at her, "A fucking cherry on the cake." Dark romance| 18+

She aimed for Survival; he became the Bullet. Until fate became the battleground of hearts. They say love can heal, but what if it's the wounds are from Love that break you? Leher Roychowdhury loved once-and lost everything. Heartbroken and scared, she swore never to love again. But fate isn't done playing. Forced into a marriage by family debts and old promises, she's stuck with a man who's as guarded as she is vulnerable. Azaan Sarfaraz has a deadly aim on the shooting range and in life. His heart? Locked away behind layers of pain and heartbreak especially over the girl- Leher who betrayed him once and still haunts his every breath. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and so do ghosts from their past. Love that's meant to heal might just be the fire that consumes them. In a game of heartbreak, only one thing is certain: No one leaves unscathed.

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

Beautiful Betrayal. For the girls who love like fire and wonder if anyone will ever match their chaos- Meet Zaid Siddiqui, the man who sees your madness and calls it poetry. He'd watch the world burn if it meant you'd look at him one more time. Forget red flags. He waves them while smiling and begs you to stay. He doesn't just want you. He needs you-like a drug that steals his breath and leaves him begging for more. His love is chaos wrapped in charm. His betrayal? Beautiful and deadly. Ayesha Hayat wasn't a mistake - she was the war he chose to fight, knowing he'd never win but refusing to walk away. He'll break rules, hearts, and himself just to keep you close. Who needs sanity when obsession tastes like a promise whispered in the dark? This isn't a game. This is addiction with a heartbeat. Tropes : Ayesha Hayat × Zaid Siddiqui. ▫️Doctor × Her Senior Doctor ▫️Enemies to lovers ▫️Colleague Romance ▫️Obsessed with her at first sight ▫️Her enemy × His healer

He's 28, all rough edges and chaos. Got that classic bad-boy vibe - smokes like a chimney, drinks like it's a religion, and fights like he's got nothing to lose. Doesn't care about anyone or anything, especially his family. They dumped him in a hostel when he was a kid, left him crying and begging, and now? He won't even look at them. Trust issues? Yeah, he's got those. Push people away before they can hurt him, that's his motto. Arrogant, reckless, and doesn't give a damn about rules. But deep down? Probably just a kid still screaming, asking why no one stayed. -Armaan Singh Raizada She is 21, a girl with a loving and warm personality. In her childhood, her parents passed away in an accident, leaving her behind. Her mother's best friend, Sumitra, took her in and raised her as her own daughter. Since childhood, she has harbored a sweet~ crush on Armaan. - Mannat Desaii ~~~ Armaan secretly resents her because she is the reason he was sent to the hostel. His mother's constant care and affection for her made his father suspicious of children closeness, he doesnt want her in his house but because of his wife he was silent, believing that sending Armaan away would fix things, his father decided to went armaan hostel. To make matters worse, no one, not even his mother, stopped it from happening. That betrayal fuels the anger Armaan still carries "Two hearts tied by fate, torn apart by secrets and resentment. A girl with innocent love in her eyes, and a boy consumed by bitterness. What happens when childhood bonds turn into battles? When unspoken feelings clash with hidden scars? Step into a world where love fights against hate, and hearts are forced to choose between forgiveness and revenge. Will they heal each other, or will the weight of the past destroy them both? Read this story of tangled emotions and unexpected twists. ♦️Early Updates are available on stc

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.