This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

ON HOLD Shivansh Singh Shekhavat, the King of Rajasthan and CEO of Shekhavat's Industry, holds power not just in the corporate world but also in the underworld as the King of the Mafia. Based in Jaipur, he rules the entire state with an iron fist. Ruthless and cold-hearted, Shivansh has never known love, never experienced it-until he saw her. She became his obsession, and he, her devoted follower no one dares to raise their voice in front of him, yet for her, he would kneel.... Rudhrakshi Maheswari believes in love, but she feels like no one loves her. As an orphan, her life has been hard-her step-uncle and aunt treat her terribly, always beating, abusing, and bullying her. But when he entered her life, everything changed. Her world turned into a fairy tale, filled with love and happiness she'd never known before..... Tropes *Grumpy x Sunshine *Arranged marriage love *Rom com *Slow burn *Obsession *Revenge *Age gap START: 20/10/2024 END:

Divyansh Singh Rathore ; King of Rajasthan. Handsome . Smart . Drop dead gorgeous . He is 27 years old business man and king of Rajasthan and underworld. He also come in top 3 businesman in Asia . He is Cruel , ruthless and known as 'Devil'. He is cold , rude and heartless but for her he become completely different. __________::::__________::::________ Anshika Thakur ; Game designer Intelligent. Sweet . Pretty. She is 25 years old, cheerfull and childish . She can be bold , strong and savage . Can be dangerous if you dare to mess with her. ______::::_________::::__________::::_ # king×game designer #mafia×game designer # love at first sight # royal family

"I will die Ekansh... Please, I dont know what i will do without you. Please forgive me." She begged trying to hold his hand but he jerked his hand away from her as if her touch burnt him. He laughed looking at her state and shook his head mocking her. "What another lie have you brought now? Come on.. start your performance. Let me see how much you have improved your skills." She bit her lips controlling her sobs listening to him fresh tears were flowing down merciless looking at the man infront of her who loved her to the moon and back and today hated her with same intensity. Reason? Her. She broke him with her own hands.. with all she had she broke him, betrayed him.Now god is punishing her for breaking him. She wiped her tears ignoring his harsh words. "Ekansh.. you cant do this with me, you loved me and I know you still love me. You are just blinded by your anger.. I have changed, I regret What I did. Please let me make everything right.. please forg-" She stopped and flinched when he smashed his hand on the table hard making her words die in her throat. He threw the things down in his rage and the glass pieces shattered on the floor some landing near her feet making her shudder seeing his anger towards her. "You digusting woman.. get lost of my sight before I kill you with my bare hands. Your trap will not work this time so dont waste your time.. go find some another bastard to fulfill your needs." If this words of his stabbed her heart then his next words buried her alive. "I have moved on from a disgusting girl like you and she.. hell she cant be even compared with a dirt like you. So dont dream. I am happy with my girl who is loyal and trustworthy unlike you... get lost." Before she could digest anything a girl came inside his study running calling his name. "Ansh what happened?-" He was right he has moved on from her. She closed her eyes not able to bear the sight infront of her and cursing her broken fate. ______________________

"I just... I hope we can at least try to understand each other with time and make this marriage work" I said to him, I know he's still not asleep. Then I continued, "I don't know how to behave in this new home... so if I ever do something wrong just tell me okay?" Still no response. "I know this marriage wasn't much of your decision... but I'll still respect it. If there's anything you want me to change, just tell me- Before I can complete my sentence, he got up from his bed, turned the light from the lamp again and said to me while pointing his finger, "Let me make this one thing very clear. Don't keep any kind of expectations from me. There will be no love in this marriage. I married you only because my daughter needs a mother - nothing else" In his cold tone he continued, "Whatever you expect from a husband... I can't give you. Don't look for warmth where there isn't any. Don't misunderstand this arrangement as something emotional. I'm not here to build a relationship. You'll have love in this house, Noorain... but not in my heart. Don't make the mistake of waiting for it. Ayla is the only reason you are here. Don't attach anything else to this marriage", once he was done with whatever he said, he was breathless. Turning the light off again he turned his back to me and slept. ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ #1 women empowerment #1 secondchanceatlove #9 wattpad story #60 wattpad #961 love

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

Love story started with his obsession " you are mine and no one dares to see what belongs to me I owe every inch and part of you" " I am not yours it's just a forced alliance and I do what I want you are no one to me" "You don't know what I can do sweetheart be my good girl"

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!