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.

🖤Veins & Vows A marriage of silence. A war of restraint. A love never spoken-but always felt. ❝ "This marriage means nothing." "Then why do you look at me like I'm the only thing keeping you alive?" ❞ She married him for protection. He married her for control. No love. No promises. Just a signature in blood. Aarvi Ranawat never belonged in his world. Too soft. Too quiet. Too breakable. But the moment she stepped into his mansion, she became the only thing Rudransh Singh Rajvanshi couldn't ruin. He doesn't touch her. But his silence bruises. He doesn't kiss her. But his eyes undress her with every breath. To the world, he's her husband. To her, he's the man who makes her skin burn from a single glance. She speaks in whispers. He rules with them. And every night- he watches her sleep like she's the prayer he was never meant to ask for. This isn't love. It's obsession, buried beneath restraint. A slow war of glances, clenched fists, and breathless space between bodies that never touch- but crave. ❝ "Say you hate me," he growls. "I can't," she breathes. "I'm too busy pretending you don't make me feel everything I'm not supposed to." ❞ He was never supposed to need her. But now she's the only thing he can't let go of. Even if it kills them both.

He is a psychopath. For her. #1 The Desi Psychopath Series The glass from her hand dropped and she was about to run towards her brother. But... "Shh..baby, sleep now..it was a hectic day." He came from behind with the chloroform handkerchief. He placed her on the passenger seat of his car and sided the hair which were falling on her cheeks. "Pehele aap zarurat thi meri, magar ab aap rooh ban chuki hain aur aapko lagta hai ki main apni rooh ko khud sey door karunga?" (Earlier you were my need, but now you have become my soul. And you think I will let my soul go away from me?) ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ Over-possessive is an understatement to describe him. "The moment I saw her, I knew she was made for me. Just one look at her was enough to make me go insane for her. But her innocence? It made me fall in love with her. Deeply. Passionately.Now there would be no turning back. Anybody who comes in between us would be dead." - Amrit Singh Shekhawat "İ fell in love with him. İt was so pure. So real. Little did I know he had a side which was full of darkness which would consume me." -Manheer Kaur Gill. This story is about a sweet punjabi girl Manheer Kaur Gill who is full of life and happiness. To enjoy is her main motive. She is polite, soft and is loved by all. Things take a dark turn when the King of Rajasthan as well as Mafia Amrit Singh Shekhawat lays his eyes on her. What do you think will happen when the beam of light meets the dangerous dark? Read to find out! DISCLAIMER: YOU MAY FIND THIS BOOK SUNSHINE AT FIRST BUT IT IS DARK AND FULL OF SUSPENSE!! I don't write dark romance, I write psychotic romance. ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT DARK ROMANCE. SUSPENSE

.its ongoing guyss ~ She was forced into the marriage But he? He was already obsessed. Anika Vaidya was innocence personified - soft-spoken, kind-hearted, untouched by the filth of his world. So Rudra Singh Rathore did what monsters do best. He didn't woo her. He took her. Now she's in his mansion, wearing his name... and fighting every breath he steals from her. "Let me go," she whispered, eyes burning with defiance. He smirked, caging her between the wall and his chest. "Go where, jaan? You belong right here... under me." She calls it a prison. He calls it home. He doesn't need her love. He needs her obedience - her trembling, her silence, her surrender. "I hate you," she hissed, shoving at his chest. "Good," he whispered against her lips, "because I hate waiting. And tonight, you won't have a choice." This isn't a love story. It's obsession wrapped in sindoor, sealed with vows, and dripping with sin. And the more she resists... the darker he becomes. ⚠️ Possessive husband. Forced vows. Steamy tension. Read only if you're ready for dangerous love that breaks all rules. ~!! "I want a divorce," she said again - firmer this time. He didn't move. Rudra Singh Rathore sat at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you." she said. he looked up . slowly . Then, that damned smirk curved across his lips. "Divorce?" "Come here, Anika. I'll give it to you." I blinked. "What-" Before I could move, his book dropped with a thud and in three steps he had gripped my wrist, yanked me forward, and dragged me across the room. "Rudra!" I gasped. He threw open the bathroom door - wide, revealing the foggy mirrors and marble counter - and slammed it shut behind us, locking it with a click that sounded far too final. "You want divorce?" he whispered, nose brushing my jawline. "Then take it from here.,jaan!" "You want freedom?" he whispered. "Beg for it. But not with words. With moans."

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 "𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 " 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 × 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 (𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂) "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." She was the family's precious girl, raised under his roof. But obsession doesn't follow bloodlines. And Rudransh? He's never followed rules. Whether she was adopted or not... she was his. And he was ready to burn the whole world to keep it that way. 🌑 A dark, obsessive tale of a man who breaks taboos without apology, and a girl torn between right and ruin. ⚠️ Morally grey romance. Psychological themes. Discretion advised.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Business Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀.

Volume ll of Historical series. People believed, the Queen betrayed the king. They were infuriated, and wanted to punish her. Hence, she was given life imprisonment. Until, the king, everyone thought was died, came back and sat on his throne. Not everyone was happy by his presence. He got the hold of Pratapgarh, once again and decided to make his kingdom prosperous like before. King Abhiraj was well aware of the betrayal he faced by his most love woman. He ordered to bring her back in front of him. She deserved to be punished due to several allegations on her. He asked his subjects for a ten-day reprieve. He had many questions to ask from her, many truths to know. Was their love that weak? Did he not love her enough? Did he not deserve to be loved by anyone? This time, hatred was on its peak. Misunderstanding had taken root between the two of them. Who betrayed whom? Every question was waiting for an answer. Everyone was stunned when one by one the enemies removed their false masks. Conclusion was only destruction. Their love was unwritten, unknown and never-trusted by many. Embers of unwritten love. ..... Volume 2 royal series. Volume 1- Bride of crowned prince. This book is not standalone.

She was stolen. He will never be free again. Vaibhavi wakes in chains. Her silk torn, her wrists bruised. Stolen from Aryavart, she is now a prisoner aboard an enemy ship-his ship. Sultan Zaahir of Almashar. Her captor. Her master. Her downfall. "You are far from home, Rajkumari," he murmurs, his voice like smoke. Vaibhavi swallows hard, her fingers curling into fists. "You will regret this." Zaahir chuckles, dark and slow. "Oh, little mouse... I already do." Because when she looks at him with hatred-he feels it too deep. When she resists, when she fights, when she spits his orders back in his face-she is all he can think about. She is making him reckless. Restless. Weak. She should fear him. Instead, she is undoing him. She is gentle where she should be sharp, kind where she should be cruel. She trembles when he steps close, but she does not run. And it makes him mad. He should want her on her knees. Instead, he wants-everything. He wants to hear the way she gasps when he tugs at her chains. He wants to see the way her lashes flutter when he tilts her chin up. He wants to break her. And yet, every time she looks at him with quiet defiance, it is he who splinters. "Kneel, Vaibhavi." "I will not." "You will." And when she finally does-when she looks up at him with wide, uncertain eyes-he is the one who is ruined. She was supposed to be his hostage. Instead, she is his undoing. One glance. One whisper. One hesitant touch at a time. He was supposed to own her. Now, he cannot breathe without her. She was supposed to hate him. Now, she cannot stop wanting him. She thinks she still has a choice. Until the night she trembles for him. Until the night he surrenders. Until the night neither of them can turn back. Because this is no longer about war. This is ruin. And neither of them... will ever escape.

Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.