I never intended to become entangled in their politics- let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have, from a foreign land. He was captured and chained by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage: Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a fate, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he makes me falter. Why? His eyes-deep, dangerous, and impenetrable red eyes that pulled me closer to a destiny I could never escape. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. Because it would set against my lucious world steeped in Magic, Betrayal and War. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Something dark and destructible. And when it came- we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was there who was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy- became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love. This is a tale of love, betrayal, and the ultimate battle between magic, loyalty, and destiny. How can two souls bloom when faith divides them? And when the moment comes to choose, will we sacrifice our hearts to honor the lands we came from? Or will we defy fate itself to survive its wrath?

In the iron empire of Vindhyagarh, King Vikrant rules as the unchallenged Lion-conqueror of kingdoms, father of heirs, master of three queens. Power bows to him. No one has ever made him falter. Until Charumitra. The fourth queen from fallen Avanti arrives like wildfire-young, breathtaking, and utterly unwilling to share. She doesn't care about duty. She doesn't care about heirs. She doesn't care about the crown. She wants him-only him. All of him. Every night, every glance, every breath. With tricks, tears, and seduction as her weapons, she ignites a desire so fierce the mighty king cannot stop himself. He knows her game. He sees every move. And still-he surrenders. Prepare for a royal obsession that will consume them both.

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 | "𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨" she screamed right into his face, her voice laced with pure venom. Tears kept spilling from her eyes, but her grip on the gun never weakened. She had expected him to shout back. But all she found was his unwavering stare. "𝗦𝗼... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹?" The words came out of him with a faint harshness, as though they were dragged from somewhere painfully deep. His jaw tightened slightly. But all he received in return was silence. And somehow, that silence was louder than any answer she could have given. His eyes searched her face-the trembling lips, the red, swollen eyes, the helpless fury trying desperately to hide heartbreak. Then his voice cut through the stillness again. "𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴... 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁?" The words struck her like a blow to the chest. Her breath stuttered. For a brief, dangerous moment, her composure collapsed. Her grip faltered. And that was all he needed. He moved. Slow. Deliberate. "𝗦𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁?"he said quietly, his voice low and cutting. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀... 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲..."He paused for half a second, watching her break. "...𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗮𝗻𝘀-" BANGGGG. The sound ripped through the room. The shot was deafening. He never got to finish his sentence. The bullet tore through his arm. His body jerked back as blood burst free, staining his sleeve in a dark, spreading red. His forward movement stopped instantly, frozen by the impact. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still. Then...his smirk widen

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Business Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀.

*********** I gave myself to her... and she handed me over to my worst enemy - betrayal. Now, I'm wearing my crown again - the one she swore I'd never wear - and she's stepping back into my world... dressed in red. Alessandro Moretti was never meant to have her - the only heir to Italy's most ruthless mafia empire. His path was carved in blood, his fate sealed to become the next king of the underworld... until Saisha Rawat walked into his life - an Indian girl he should've stayed away from. Her smile wasn't supposed to own him... but it did. He began to live for her. Breathe for her. And all the while, she hid her secrets behind that smile. She made him believe in forever. Then she disappeared - taking his soul with her. ✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧༺༻✧✧ Step into a world of: ● 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ● 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ● 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ● 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 And the ultimate... SERIES OF BETRAYALS

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒. 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍. Book 3 in "Dark Fate" series. "She gave him her songs and her secrets, but he gave her something far more dangerous - an obsession so fierce it demanded that only he could break her, hate her, and own the space no one else dared enter." • ✧ • Diana Forbes was never meant to be a villain. She was the voice of heartbreak - a global icon whose songs bled truth, desire, and a kind of ache most people couldn't name. But behind the sold-out tours and midnight ballads lived a woman quietly unraveling... one forbidden love song at a time. Because the man she wrote for was never hers. Eeshan Singhania - cold, controlled, and cruel in ways that didn't make sense until it was far too late. He was her step-sister's boyfriend once. The kind of man you shouldn't look at twice. But Diana did... and she never looked away. He says he hates her. But obsession doesn't look like hate. It haunts. Punishes. Possesses. Claims. Destroy. He hates her with a venom no one else is allowed to taste - and breaks her just enough to keep her tied to him. Because if anyone's going to ruin Diana Forbes, it'll be Eeshan Singhania. She should've run the first time. She didn't. And now... She's the girl every song was written for. And the woman he'll destroy piece by piece. But what happens when hate starts to ache like love? And what if the girl he wants to ruin... is the only one who could ruin him?

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.