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

𝘼 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 Tanushree - calm, warm, a trembling soul who owns a small bouquet shop and counts numbers whenever fear grips her heart ...is pushed into a marriage she never imagined. She walks into his world as an ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ. Vansh Malhotra - lives alone in a dark penthouse that feels more like a jungle than a home. He hates humans, avoids emotions, and surrounds himself only with wild creatures and strict routines. My chest tightened. Something inside me cracked quietly. I nodded. He wasn't done. "One more thing." His voice was low. Dangerous. "Make yourself dead when I'm home." I froze. "Is it clear?" My throat burned. I nodded again. Yes. Clear. I didn't cry loudly. I didn't scream. I just... sat there. Counting. One... two... three... four... My only way to stay sane. She thought he would love her and care for her like other husbands. But her thoughts turned into fear when she spent her wedding night outside the penthouse in the freezing cold, with not a single human around, whispering to herself that he might open the gate for her. And the man who warned her to "disappear" starts noticing the one presence he can't ignore. In a marriage built on conditions, distance, and unspoken threats... something strange begins to grow. Will Vansh accept a new human in his world? Or will Tanushree disappear trying to survive in it? ‼️ Continue only if you are comfortable with such stories. This is not for soft-hearted people. It contains mature content and mentions of blood. --------------------------------------- hope you like my story Authormaya add

Triggered warning ⚠️ Only for 18+ This is not a love story it's a Revenge Saga A journey of Revenge And betrayal. Ruhani:- A name that signifies purity and love. She embodies innocence in a world often perceived as cruel. Aryansh:- Named after the eclipse, he possesses qualities that may not always align with honesty and loyalty. Nishita :- A name of betrayal, masking her actions in the guise of sisterly love, ultimately deceiving and betraying trust. They betrayed her. Make her suffer. But now she want revenge and make them suffer but how? This story is critical Why ? Because it contains Mature theme, explicit scenes, cheating, gore, murder, mystery, revenge, alcohol, bullying, Rape, emotional abuse, degradation, bleeding etc. Read at your own risk. This book is officially owned by @kiara.

She was created from a god's silence. He belonged to a world that no longer believed in gods. When Karunya crosses from Satya Yuga into Kali Yuga seeking answers, she finds something far more dangerous than truth - a love that was never meant to exist. And the divine does not derail without consequence.

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

𝒀𝒆 𝒒𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂-𝒆-𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂، 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒏، 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂۔ _______________________________________ Here are a few words you'll only understand when the journey settles in your soul. "वो सूई से कपड़े पर मोहब्बत काढ़ रही थी, और वो खंजर से हाथों पर ज़ख्म।

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.