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.

✨Book second of AHZAB series My amber green eyes are buried in his dark brown ones. He cages me between his body and the marble counter, our faces only inches apart, yet his breath scorches my skin. "Why are you doing all of this?" I grit my teeth, trying to sound stronger than I feel. He chuckles, low and cold. "Because you are mine." "You can't own me! You are no one to me except a stranger!" I scream, pushing him away but he doesn't move. Not even an inch. His fingers tighten around my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. "Today," he whispers, voice like ice, "I'll show you exactly what I am to you." He grabs the corner of my dupatta, wraps it around my wrist, and holds my trembling, covered hand in his large one, dragging me toward the mansion's entrance. ___________________________________________ "Qubool hai." With that single word, my life seals itself with my enemy. The man I hate the most. Because if I hate someone, I drown in sin and now, that very someone has become my husband. My mehram. My test. "Welcome to my hell," his deep voice echoes, marking the beginning of my nightmare. This mind-blowing book cover made by Anjali aesthetic

"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

People think success could satisfy a man like me. It never did. But her... Her presence makes everything else meaningless. She names a feeling in me I never knew I was missing. She is my peace. She is my happiness. She is mine. I never want to know what happens if she is not a part of me anymore. ~Riaan ____ He has everything a man could ever want. Success. Power. Respect. But his whole world lies within his woman... his wife. Love becomes terrifying when you realise the ground beneath you might not be yours anymore. In the middle of love and insecurities, one question haunts him. "Is She Really Mine?"

"Pls...please Singh Sahab Listen me" I said my voice is barely coming out of my throat because the scene infront of me is something I can't imagine. "You should have listen me janeman" I gripped her chin, pulling her face very close to mine. I whispered in her ear "You. Are. Mine" With that I pressed my lips with her. ********************************************************* This is the story of a brothel dancer 'Kashvi' and A most feared buisnessman and Soon to be politician 'Ansh Singh Rajpoot'. He is darkness and now she is caged in that darkness. He is mystery which no one can ever solve. Will kashvi solve it or not?

✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦ A Dark Royalty × Mafia × Obsession Romance He was born a devil. She was caged like a queen. And now... she's his favorite sin. "You weren't stolen. You were chosen." Kiara Rathore - hidden princess of a powerful royal family, locked away in a dungeon the world forgot. Twenty-one years of silence. No light. No love. No freedom. Only golden lies and blood-soaked truths. Until one night... she escaped the palace. And fell straight into the hands of Aarohn Warner. Asia's most feared mafia king. Brutal. Obsessed. Unforgiving. He doesn't ask. He takes. And what he takes, he never returns. "I burn empires for fun, princess. Imagine what I'll do for something that's mine." No one survives him. No one controls him. But her presence? Her defiance? Her innocence? It doesn't break him-it consumes him. She thought she ran from one prison. But she just stepped into a darker one-where the bars are silk, the walls are obsession, and the devil has her name engraved in his veins. Now there's no escape. No mercy. And no turning back. Because to him, one truth remains: "Darling, you're mine... and I don't share." ⸻ Standalone Dark Romance ⚠️ Contains possessive themes, mature content, twisted love, and royalty-meets-mafia intensity. For readers who crave dark power plays, forbidden fates, and obsessive kings. She wore a crown of silence. He gave her a throne of sin.

❛ 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 ❜ ▪⬞▪ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦" ▪⬞▪ To him, she's merely a pawn and possession he acquired through marriage to ascend the brutal hierarchy of the mafioso. And to her, he embodies the fear she holds for her dear life. First, snatched away like a toy second, chained by a coerced marriage and the end? She does not know. Her life bears no worth beyond being a puppet wife to this ruthless beast. ➺ An innocent girl who knows the world only through her books ~ ➺ A sadist man who is obsessed only with his power and dominion ~ ▪⬞▪ ⚠️ Dark Romance with Toxicity and Triggering Contents. [Standalone book]

18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.