𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴀᴀᴅʜʏᴀ x ʀᴜᴅʀᴀɴsʜ ━━━♡━━━━━━━━ "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭" They fixed a marriage I never truly wanted-with a man who sees me as nothing more than a replacement of my sister. But shadows from the past refuse to stay buried, and the truth about my sister's death is darker than anyone suspects. When everything subsides,my husband shows me a bitter truth. He believes I'm weak. Broken. A tool to be discarded. But he doesn't know the fire burning inside me. The man who disrespected me, who treated me like less than nothing... Will be the one begging for my forgiveness. This isn't love. It's my reckoning-and he'll beg for it. And maybe it's about my realization too.. That sometimes the only way you can fit with someone is by being just as broken as them.... Even if they themselves break you. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛʀɪsʜɴᴀ x ᴅᴇᴠᴀɴsʜ ━━━𓆩♡𓆪━━━━━━━━ "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." My husband forgot me. And I shattered. He looked into my eyes as if I was a stranger. It said he didn't remember me. Didn't remember what we shared. But the moment we lost our daughter, He came back. Not like a husband. But like something reborn through fire and blood. I asked him for revenge. He painted justice in red. Now he watches me sleep like I'm the last fragile thing he hasn't shattered. He doesn't touch me out of desire-he worships me out of obsession. Every kiss is an apology. Every breath, a quiet war. And I think somewhere in all this, I stopped being his wife... and became his reason to destroy everything else. He never raised his voice. He never begged. He just stayed. Close. Still. Dangerous with his charming smiles. Some cages didn't need locks. Just love twisted wrong. And some monsters didn't chase their prey. They wrapped themselves in tenderness to make sure the outside world felt too scary to run-My husband was one of them. || 𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 sʜɪᴠᴀɴʏᴀ x ᴀᴀʀᴠɪᴋ ━━━ 𖥸━━━━━━━━ " 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭." They told me beauty was a blessing. They lied. It made me a prize. Then a possession. Then a widow. Now I hide- behind grief, behind empty smiles and hollow laughter. Until he came. He didn't knock. He didn't ask. He claimed. Said he owned my life because he saved it. Said I was made for him. He calls me his goddess. Worships me like I'm divine. Obsesses like a sinner. Loves like a man with nothing left to lose and everything to take. His devotion is teeth and fire, too holy to refuse, too violent to survive. And I- I fear what I'll become if I let him in. Because obsession doesn't feel like love. It feels like drowning. And I've already died once. I don't think I can survive him || 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ||