Book 2 of Arranged series She stood trembling, voice barely existing as she whispered, "Every inch of my body is full of scars, Arnav. Raw pain... misery. I'm already stained. My innocence and sanity were taken from me long ago." The closeness between them made sure her broken words reached him. Arnav went still. Emotion tore across his face-rage at her suffering, grief for the girl she once was, and a love so consuming it trembled through him. He stepped closer until his body pressed fully against hers. Their faces hovered inches apart, their breaths mingling in the small, shaking space between them. "What if I told you," he whispered, voice thick, "that I'm in love with every one of those scars, butterfly? That your pain wounds me deeper than a hundred bullets? That your 'stains' only prove how fiercely you survived-like the moon, scarred but breathtaking." He leaned in, breath brushing her lips. "What if I told you you're as pure as Maa Ganga to me?" A tear slipped down her cheek. "I will disgust you eventually." He let out a soft, pained chuckle. With a fingertip beneath her chin, he lifted her face gently. "Eyes on me, butterfly." It wasn't an order-it was devotion. "Disgust?" His voice broke slightly. "Do you even understand what you are to me?" He moved closer, caging her with his warmth, grounding her shaking form. "Let me show you," he whispered, promise dark and tender. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed. His voice sharpened, soft steel. "Dare you close your eyes." She opened them instantly. Their noses brushed-fleeting, electric. "Watch me worship you," he breathed. "Watch me devour you like the elixir you are. Watch me treasure you like the rarest artifact in existence." His gaze dipped to her lips. "May I?" She nodded, trembling. He didn't move. "Words, sunshine." "Yes," she breathed. A slow, dark smirk pulled at his lips-relief, hunger, devotion all woven into one expression. "Now see what you mean to me." Then Arnav kissed her.

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

Dark Romance | Hate to Love | Unwanted arranged Marriage A romantic yet dangerous tale of the King of Pratapgad and the Princess of Sitapur. A bond so rare... so wild... the kind everyone dreams of, but only a few finds. An unwanted arranged marriage. A love born from hate. A connection that will cross every limit whether in anger or in desire. Their madness for each other will pull you in so deep... you won't want to escape. Their love will raise your standards so high, you'll never settle for anything less than forever. Ek bar is book me aao phir yaise pyar me par jaoge ki kahi aur nahi ja paoge 🤭 ___________________________________ He is the ruthless King of Pratapgad...... feared by enemies, respected by his people, and unreadable even to those closest to him. A warrior with an iron heart... who doesn't believe in love ...or marriage. She is the fearless Princess of Sitapur...... strong, independent, and unbreakable. A woman who knows how to fight the world, Kind yet fierce. Understanding her is never simple. Both live for their family. And if anyone dares to harm them... they won't think twice before destroying everything. This is not a soft love story. This is a storm....where hate burns as fiercely as love... and love is just as dangerous. He never believed in love. She believes in nothing else. ___________________________________ King wanna say that "Hum se sab darte hain... par hamari wali kisi se nahi darti." ___________________________________ "Who are you?" he asked, his voice filled with authority. "A strong, self-independent woman... who knows how to fight the world," she replied, meeting his gaze without fear. Copyright ©️ 2025 authoshivi © All THE RIGHT RESERVE

The parting of shivanya's hair which was supposed to be filled with Vermilion is now filled with the blood of her husband " samrat Rudraksh Pratap Singh ". The life of shivanya had taken a tragic turn from that moment she had met him . She had sacrificed herself to the devil himself who didn't even think once to behead someone for his own pleasure . Rudraksh Pratap Singh. The king of Delhi along with controlling more than half part of hind was a cruel and deadly king but now he had trapped a princess of ajmer with him in the name of marriage . The king who never even lowers his gaze will he knelt down in front of his Rani sa .

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

Book -I Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 ---------- Love - Four letters But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right . Love never existed in Dhruvi's world . Her life was filled with -- Days of tending to wounds of the dark nights Nights of dancing to the tunes of men - drunk , barbaric , violent , unforgiving monsters . She comes from a world where money buys consent and power yields one helpless . Dhruvi Verma was 21 when she realised " Love didn't make the world go round, it was money which did " . So she did the only thing she knew to escape the dirty swamp she was pushed into -"Survive" She made 3 rules - simple but effective Rule 1 - Keep your head down and do your job . Rule 2- Get the money for your services and do not let anyone affect you . Rule 3 - Don't break rule 1&2 until-- she met Him . Adhrit Agnihotri The storm which knocked everything out of balance in Dhruvi's life . She was never supposed to meet him but looks like fate had other plans . When God wrote her love story he didn't script it as romance , rather as the thriller which would Drain her life Dim the shine in her eyes Leave her heart bleeding at his feet But never dead Just breathing Beating enough of life To be claimed by one man. ADHRIT AGNIHOTRI Dhruvi Verma never believed in love But she believed in fate . And oh what horrible fate did she possess -- For her love story was named "A fairytale turned dark " By God himself . --------- BLURB : " What did she choose " he growls heatedly , his eyes never leaving mine. " Interesting choice for someone so put together sir ....A vibrator --- " A vibrator...huh ...we are gonna have a long night Dhruvi ..a very long night" he mutters darkly as he leads me to our spot .

Her tears blurred everything. She couldn't breathe. She stepped forward, dragging her voice from her throat. "Who... who are you?" The man didn't turn. But his deep, husky voice shattered the silence like a blade: "Anya... Main aa gya." . . . In a world where the past hides behind shadows and every truth burns like flame, Mriganya finds herself caught between fear and fate. When a mysterious man returns, uttering her name like a promise and a curse, her world begins to unravel. Who is he? Why does her soul tremble at his voice? A story of love, vengeance, and fire that refuses to die-Azaaraya will pull you into the storm, where hearts remember what minds try to forget.

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

"When loyalty becomes a weapon, and love becomes a war..." 👑⚔️💔 Two kingdoms... Two ancient thrones carved in pride, vengeance, and secrets. And in between them - two souls destined to collide. 🌿 Vanshratngarh - a land of fire and discipline, where swords speak louder than hearts. 🌸 Devgarh - a kingdom of grace and shadows, where even a smile can be a trap. --- 🔥 ANIRUDH SINGH RAJPUT The silent flame. Heir to Vanshratngarh. A prince raised with blades, trusted no one - loved no one. But beneath that ruthlessly calm exterior, lives a boy who lost his mother to a betrayal that still bleeds. He believed war could give him justice. But what will he do when his sword trembles... in front of her? --- 🌙 KASHVINI RATHORE The forbidden heartbeat. Devgarh's crown princess - graceful as moonlight, deadly as silence. She was trained to serve her kingdom, But fell for a stranger she wasn't even supposed to meet. His eyes haunted her. His silence spoke louder than the world ever did. For 8 years, she wrote letters filled with a love no one knew existed. 📜💌 For 8 years, he never replied. Until one day... He answered. With war. 🩸🔥 --- As kingdoms crumble and loyalty is questioned, She must decide: Will she obey her bloodline... Or betray the world - for the only man who ever made her feel seen? And him? Will he burn down everything that wronged him - Or surrender to the one soul who could melt his fury? --- 💫 A saga of stolen thrones, poisoned pasts, and love that defies blood and destiny. 💔 A story where the enemy you were raised to destroy becomes the only reason you're still breathing. > "She was never meant to love him. He was never allowed to need her. But destiny? Has its own rules."