"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

A girl "Tara Oberoi" and the guy "Mihir Raichand" tied in the marriage which was against their will. Her being the repacement of her sister and him being her biggest hater. A girl who never recieved love from anyone in her family or her siblings and a guy who was always pampered by the entire family. Will it last long? Will they ever fall in love with each other?? what's the truth behind everything?? To know these answers just be ready to read the upcoming chapters🎀 Tropes:- ☆Replaced bride ☆Marriage of convinience ☆Forced marriage ☆Age gap ☆Mystery ☆Dark romance

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. Saanvi Malhotra was a woman left in ruins. Stripped of love, trust, and the will to fight by the man who once vowed to protect her. Rudra Singhania didn't just betray her he shattered her. And yet, she survived. Not for herself, but for a promise. But when the truth surfaced, it didn't just rewrite their past, it dismantled the fragile distance between them, leaving nothing but wreckage and rage. Now, Rudra stands at the edge of the abyss he created, drowning in the weight of his sins. He had condemned her, turned her world into ashes, and now, he is back. Back in her life like a storm, ruthless and relentless. He will burn, bleed, and break if it means she will look at him again, not with hatred, but with something he has lost the right to claim. But she doesn't want him, she wants freedom. The harder he chases, the further she runs. But does it matter? No. She can fight, she can scream, she can hate, none of it will change the inevitable. Because Rudra Singhania doesn't love with tenderness. He loves like a storm. Fierce. Unrelenting. Destructive. But Saanvi is no damsel to surrender. She is fire and this time, if she must, she will burn him in her hatred. If he is willing to destroy the world for her then she will carve a path of ruin through him. They are no longer just enemies. They are two obsessions colliding one seeking redemption, the other vengeance. This isn't just a love story. This is madness woven into fate, redemption carved from ruin. And this time, the beast isn't the one cursed. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. And there's only one way this ends With her in his arms Or at his mercy.

[ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ] ➥ 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 was never meant to be cold, but life carved ice into her bones. Once a carefree child with an unrestrained smile her world shattered the night she was branded a murderer at nine years old. Since then, she has lived behind an unbreakable mask detached, indifferent, untouchable. A surgeon who saves lives but refuses to let anyone touch hers. To the world, she is rude, heartless, impossible to love. But they don't see the demons that claw at her in the dead of night. And then, another storm entered her life. ➥ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚, his name commands power, bends wills, and lingers on sinful lips. By day he is a businessman feared and revered. By night he drowns in fleeting bodies and silk sheets losing himself in women whose names he never remembers. Love? A weakness he discarded the moment betrayal scarred his soul. But no one knows the truth. Beyond the wealth, beyond the charm, beyond the empire, lies a man who walks in shadows, his hands stained in blood a man who rules a world where blood is currency and mercy is a weakness. And then he saw her. She was cold, distant, untouchable. The first woman to look at him without submission and that's when he knew. He hated her. He wanted her. He wanted to break her, ruin her, own her. But she despises him. Loathes his presence. Rejects his very existence. Yet Rudra Singhania doesn't just take what he wants. He devours. She refuses to kneel, but she is the only one who can bring him to his knees. But what happens when he uncovers the truth she's hidden? And what if his own darkness costs him everything? Passionate Devotion isn't a fairytale. It's a war. And in Rudra's world, the beast always wins.