In a world where power is the ultimate currency, Yuvraj Deshmukh reigns supreme. One of India's top businessmen, his ruthlessness and charm mask the dark, manipulative soul beneath. Handsome, cold, and unforgiving, he has built his empire on the backs of his rivals-and now, his eyes are set on the wife of his greatest rival. Amaira Rana. Amaira, the fragile, innocent wife of Raghav Rana, has lived a life of pain behind closed doors. Married off to the second-top businessman of the country in a union that promised no love but plenty of power, she's suffered abuse at the hands of the man she once called her husband. But everything changes when Yuvraj enters her life. Bound by a marriage of convenience to Yuvraj, Amaira is trapped in a game of manipulation and control. With a newborn baby in her arms and the scars of her past still fresh, Amaira is forced into a world of deceit, where the only thing that matters is survival. But is it the end of her suffering, or will Yuvraj's obsession turn their relationship into something even more dangerous? The Mayajaal is no ordinary love story. It's a twisted, chaotic dance of lies, deception, and manipulation-a web of illusions where every truth is laced with a lie. As the tension escalates between Amaira and Yuvraj, an unsolved mystery looms over their lives, waiting to unravel. This is a tale of toxicity, obsession, and a love so fucked up it will leave you questioning everything. A story where trust is a currency no one can afford, and the game is always one step ahead. Welcome to The Mayajaal, where nothing is as it seems, and no one can escape the web they're caught in.

In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.

♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

♚ 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 ♛ 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 ⋇✦⋇ "𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙚!" "𝙄__𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮! 𝙄__𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩!" "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛" ⋇✦⋇ "𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚!" "𝘽__𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩?" "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨! 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!" "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚!" ⋇✦⋇ #2 in torture #1 in forced #1 in royal #1 in innocent #1 in rude #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in revenge #1 in vengeance #2 in torment #1 in possessive #1 in indianstory #1 in desi #1 in agegap #1 in billionaire #1 in businessman #1 in arrogant #1 in intimate #1 in forcedmarriage #14 in romance

𝐘𝐧~"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 .... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮..." 𝐉𝐤~"𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟#𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!" _________________________________________ 𝐘𝐧~"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥!" 𝐉𝐤~"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!" _________________________________________ ★- 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 ~ 𝟏𝟒 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ~ 𝟒 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.