𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ^᪲᪲᪲ He's the chaos she's been taught to fear. The kind of man who doesn't ask-he takes. And yet, she doesn't run. Even when his stare turns her blood to fire. Even when his voice sounds like every forbidden dream she buried deep. She should be terrified. She should say no. But when his darkness leans in, all she does is whisper yes. She isn't his weakness. She's the war he's willing to burn for. __ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐲 ྀིྀི She wasn't made of glass. She was made of splinters. Of silence. Of memories buried so deep, even her reflection flinched. They called her gentle. Soft. But they didn't see the ghosts in her gaze. Didn't feel the tremble in her stillness. And me? I was born to destroy. A man stitched together by rage and shadows. I didn't believe in softness. Until her. Now I crave her like war. Not to tame her- but to burn the world that hurt her. To protect her with blood and blade and bone. She says she's not ready. That her past still breathes down her neck. But I don't need her perfect. I need her real. And if I have to tear the stars from the sky to see her light again- so be it. She's mine. And I'll drown this world before I let it touch her again.

𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗴𝗮𝗹 has never believed in the saying "karma is a bitch"... until a man from her past stood at the door of her room, a gun in his hand and rage in his eyes. "Your time's up, Jaan. Mine starts now." It's her wedding day, and she's about to find out what being a bad girl really costs. He is here to end the love story she started... because he hasn't moved on. And he sure as hell won't let her marry someone else. She can't manipulate him anymore. He knows every game she plays. But she doesn't know the man he's become. Because this isn't love anymore. This is sickness. And he won't stop until her heart bleeds his name. She calls herself 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. But she doesn't know that 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. .................................................. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐦𝐜 x 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 18+ | 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

Being in a loveless marriage was what Naina Agnihotri was most scared of since her entire childhood went witnessing the estranged relationship of her parents. Yet she found herself in one such marriage with the heir of their rival family, Kabir Raichand. . . . For the whole world Raichand family commands respect, people thrive on their money. Kabir Raichand and Naina Raichand are the most admired and respected couple in the county yet nobody know what lies behind the door. Troops -marriage of convenience -enemies to lovers -mafia romance -family rivalry -jealousy -marriage in trouble -age gap -she falls first, he falls harder

This book is the second volume of Destiny that Binds us. Please read Book 1 to understand the storyline in this book. ••• Vikram knows. Somehow Vikram knows now. But what about Suhana? Does she remember that incident? •••• He is ready to fall on his feet for her. But is she ready to accept him? Or is there something that Suhana doesn't know yet? Will everything end up favoring them, or the opposite? Peep in to know more about their love story.

𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 His hand clamped around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no air left between us. My palms trembled against the solid wall of his chest, his heartbeat cruelly steady while mine faltered, fragile, desperate. His nails dug into my skin, sharp enough to hurt, sharp enough to remind me that pain was the only vow he intended to keep. His breath fanned across my face, scorching, suffocating. Then he bent lower, lips brushing my ear, voice dark enough to carve into bone. "I'd never love you, Inaya Kabir Raghuvanshi," he murmured, my name entwined with his like a curse-one that would cling to me even after I burned into ashes. My breath hitched, trapped somewhere between denial and despair. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even remember how, and still he went on-each word slicing deeper than the last. "But I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell... where every breath you take burns like punishment, and every heartbeat you cling to begs for mercy you'll never receive." ********** Royalty ran in their blood, but what tied them together was darker than lineage. Kabir Raghuvanshi was danger wrapped in silence-the kind of man whose presence felt like a promise of ruin. Inaya Singh Shekhawat was obsession disguised as devotion-first the little girl who worshipped him like a god, now the woman who dared to challenge him like a storm. For him, she was fire in silk, the one boundary he should never cross. For her, he was both the poison and the cure, the man she would rather burn for than live without. He didn't want to love her; love was too fragile. He wanted to own the darkness in her that everyone else feared. She didn't want to be loved either-she wanted to be consumed by him, even if it meant destruction. They weren't chasing each other they were haunting each other.