"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

"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.

Sneak Peek: The door slammed shut, and before Noor could react, Theodore's presence consumed the room. His piercing gaze locked onto her, dark and possessive, making her heart race. He moved toward her with deliberate steps, his commanding presence closing the distance in seconds. "Did you think you could escape me, Noor?" His voice was low, dangerous, a promise that made her pulse quicken. Before she could respond, he was right there, towering over her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her close. She was pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his dominance. "You belong to me," he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a kiss-rough, urgent, claiming. His hands roamed, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. She gasped, breathless, as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. He pressed his body against hers, his desire undeniable, his kiss relentless. "You're mine," he whispered between kisses, his voice thick with possessiveness. Noor's body trembled in response, her resistance slipping as his touch ignited a fire inside her. Despite her attempts to push away, she knew one thing: she was his.

"Afraid of me? Why are you so afraid, princess?" He placed his hand on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her between his body and the cold stone. "I'm not afraid of you," she lied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I'm not afraid of anything." He chuckled darkly. "You should be." His lips barely brushed against hers in a tantalizingly soft touch. She was frozen in the spot, her mind a chaos of escape thoughts, but her body refusing to carry her away. It was like he took advantage of her daze, closing the remaining gap and crushing his lips against hers. _________________ In a corrupted world full of superficial and greedy people, in a world driven by lust and desire, Regan's thoughts and actions are alien to most. She feels like an outsider amidst a blur of faces that mirror the very disdain she holds for society. But she's not naive. And what will happen when she's thrust into the heart of the very system she despises, into the claws of a terrifying, demonic beast who happens to not want just her body, but her soul?