Ishaani never imagined her father's debt would chain her to a man like Rashvik Singhania - Delhi's most feared mafia and the heartless CEO everyone whispered about. He married her, yes... but not for love. He called it a deal, a mortgage, a punishment for her father's helplessness. For weeks, she lived in the cold marble mansion where no one dared to speak without his permission. Rashvik didn't look at her as a wife - only as a reminder of a debt he owned. His rules were sharp, his silence louder than his anger. But as time passed, Ishaani's kindness started breaking through the walls he built around his soul. He hated her smile because it made him feel. He hated her tears because it made him weak. And just when Ishaani thought she had finally seen the human in the monster... she learns the truth - Rashvik had never planned to keep her. Their marriage was set to expire in one month - and he had already signed her away. But when the day comes for him to let her go... he can't.

🖤🌼🖤🌼🖤 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆🖤 × 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇🌼 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━ The underworld knows only one truth- 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 does not care. Not about enemies. Not about allies. And certainly not about emotions. He is the man who ends wars with a single command. The man whose silence is more terrifying than violence. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Love was never part of his world. Until the day a girl in white became his bride. Too soft for his ruthless empire. Too innocent for a man like him. Her eyes lower whenever he enters the room. Her voice trembles when she speaks his name. And sometimes... her eyes fill with tears. He tells himself he doesn't care. But something about those tears irritates him. Annoys him. Makes his jaw tighten and his patience disappear. Because for reasons he refuses to understand- he cannot stand seeing her cry. Not because he cares. But because she is **his**. And the ruthless mafia king doesn't like the feeling of something that belongs to him breaking. So he watches her. Too closely. Not out of love. Not out of kindness. But with a quiet, dangerous obsession even he refuses to name. Because in a world ruled by blood and power, the most dangerous thing about 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is not his cruelty. It's the innocent bride slowly becoming his only weakness. ✦ 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

💔 ECHOS OF HEARTBREAK 💔 ✨HIS REVENGE, HER GUILT ✨ She confessed to a murder she never wanted to commit. He married her to avenge the man he believed she killed. Sriansh Malhotra is feared by the world-a ruthless man who never forgives betrayal. To him, Adhriti Srivastav is nothing more than the woman who destroyed his sister's life. So he cages her. Not out of love. Not out of mercy. But for revenge. Every day in the Malhotra mansion becomes a battle between hatred and survival. Yet beneath Adhriti's silence lies a truth powerful enough to destroy empires. A truth about innocent lives. A truth about Arvind's death. A truth about Vikram Roy-the man hiding behind the mask of perfection. As buried secrets begin to surface, revenge slowly turns into obsession... obsession into guilt... and guilt into a love neither of them ever wanted. But when the truth finally comes out... Will Sriansh save the woman he swore to destroy? Or will his revenge become the greatest regret of his life? A story of revenge, guilt, healing, obsession, family, and a love born from the darkest of truths. *** I was nothing but a living corpse sitting beside him with a tear stained face. He made me hate myself but won't let me die. He tied mangalsutra and filled my partition with vermilion. Priest announced us as husband and wife. I'm a crying mess and scared for my family. He dragged me like a rag doll to his mansion. Pushed into his room, I fell on the floor with force. He sat on the edge of the bed spreading his legs wide and gazing at me with lust and desire accompanied with hate. "Welcome to my personal hell Mrs. Malhotra." His words sent shivers down my spine. I clutched my lehenga out of fear. " It's our first night, don't you think we should do it?" He questioned me sarcastically. "Sri...Sriansh" " Get on your knees. You better know there's no escape to night." He ordered me.

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

WARNING : Abuse and trigger scenes present. Read with risk and get ready for an emotional suspense thriller journey with tissue boxes [Started on 2020, Rewritten and Republished on 2024] "I married you, but that doesn't mean you can control my life," he growled in anger. I flinched at his harsh voice, tears forming in my eyes. "For the world, you will be my wife, but in reality, you are nothing to me." My last hope of mending this relationship shattered into pieces. "Listen very carefully: never dare to raise your voice at me. Understood?" I nodded slowly. "And only answer me if I ask you something. Is that clear?" His tone was dangerously low. Feeling scared, I nodded without looking at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He put his finger under my chin and raised my head. His eyes were full of arrogance and cruelty. My vision blurred with each passing second. His grip on my chin was strong and painful. "Now answer," he ordered in a husky voice. "Ye-Yes," I replied in my shaky voice. ☆_____☆ A girl who believes in true love and soulmates. A boy who has lost his faith in love and soulmates. He is fire. She is ice. He is full of sorrow and sadness. She is full of happiness. He is dark as night. She is bright as the sky. Aditya Singhania, 27 years old. Tall, handsome, CEO of Singhania Group of Companies. He is cold, rude, and arrogant in the business world, but sweet to his family. He has anger issues and lost his faith in love and relationships due to a bitter past. Kritika Rai, a 24 years old. Doctor by profession. Bubbly, chirpy, and full of happiness. She believes in love and soulmates. What will happen when they are bound together in the holy thread of marriage? Will they remain consumed by their hatred, or will this loveless marriage find a new beginning? **Note:** This book solely belongs to me, and no one has the right to copy the content. If anyone notices the storyline anywhere else, please inform me.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

When She lost everything he came into her life as a new found light or that's what she thought but at the end he even made her lose herself...But is this the real end or there's something more to this story of a unloved bride. . . . "Please humne kuch nhi kiya...ple..ase mat..ki..kij.iye ye humare saa.th", she pleaded, her hands bleeding tied in the chains tightly. Her face covered with blood and tears. Meanwhile the eyes she stared through her lashes held only anger and hatred with not even a slightest glint of remorse. "Tum jaise ladki ko bazaar me 2 kodi me bechte hain log...Humne tumhe sar pe bithaye aur tumne...Tumhe biwi ka darja dekar sabse badi galti ki hai humne apne jiwan ki." With this he tightened the chains that tied her legs. He left without even sparing her a glance. She lied there lifeless. It felt like somebody has poured acid in ears and then and there she lost the only one she had...herself. . . . "Paas mat aana humare...Dur ho jaiye humse" , I screamed as I slid back across the floor , he advanced one step at a time, his pace steady and purposeful. "Bas karo jaana aajao apne asli jagah pe wapis", he said with a devilish grin that can take out even a dead soul out of the grave... He grabbed my ankle and pulled me, as I landed on his arms he said with possisveness lacing his tone..."And your only right place is here, jaana, right here in my arms..." "I failed you before, Siya. Now, I'd chain you to the bed if that's what it takes to keep you with me," Raghuveer murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity Siya has never seen. . . His love, once neglected, has transformed into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. As he fights to keep her by his side, she must decide if this newfound passion is something she can still embrace-or if it will be the force that tears them apart. © 2024 Siyaraghuveer. All rights reserved.

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

He ruled the city with fear. She entered his life as an accident he could never undo. Keshav Yadav was never meant to love-only to conquer. A ruthless mafia king, power ran in his veins and violence followed his name. Rudraakshi was soft, stubborn, and far too pure for his dark world... yet fate bound her to him in a marriage neither of them chose. What begins as a forced union slowly turns into obsession. What feels like possession transforms into protection. And what was meant to break her... becomes the very thing that saves them both. Gunshots, betrayals, kidnappings, blood-soaked promises, and a love so intense it terrifies even the devil himself- this is not a fairytale romance. This is a story where love is claimed, fought for, and bled for. In a world ruled by crime, will Rudraakshi survive being Mr. Yadav's Mrs. Yadav- or will she become the only weakness of the most dangerous man alive? Dark. Intense. Emotional. Once you start... there's no turning back.