Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content . Strictly 🔞 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

🔞🔞 Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.

"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧." Karthik and Kunal Thakur are ruthless gangsters, feared by many-but when it comes to their baby sister named Sanyukta; they are nothing but protective, over possesive brothers. Sanyukta is their only weakness: sweet, gentle, and blissfully unaware of the bloody world her brothers rule. But when a priest warns them that their sister won't live past twenty-five unless she marries before twenty-four, desperation grips them. They vow to find her the perfect husband-a decent man far away from the shadows of crime. But time is running out. Enemies begin circling, their sister's innocence becomes a dangerous temptation, and no "good" man is willing to step into their dark, criminal world. In a reckless move, Thakur Brothers abduct a seemingly harmless, poor man and force him into marriage with their sister. After a brutal beating, the innocent weak man agrees. To the Thakur brothers, he is the innocent gentleman they prayed for. But the truth is far darker. The man they dragged into their sister's life is no ordinary groom-he is the ruthless DON of the 'Red Fang' Mafia Organisation. Now questions burn in the shadows: 'Will the innocent Sanyukta accept the truth of the man she married?' 'Will the Brothers accept the groom's real identity or shatter the marriage?' 'How will her protective brothers digest the reality they unknowingly invited into their lives?' And above all... will Don ever let go of the bride who became his obsession the moment he saw her? The Don's Obsession; a slow-burn mafia romance of secrets, deception, and forbidden love. [Mafia Romance/ Age gap/ Sibling/ family/ Forced Proximity/ Forced Marriage/ Slow Burn/ Second Chance/ Opposite Attracts] Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Warning: This story contains non- consensual sex, sexual assault, domestic violence and emotional manipulation A Tale of Betrayal, Jealousy, and Injustice in a Traditional Household In the suffocating confines of the Sharma household, Aradhya has spent six years as the devoted first wife, managing every aspect of domestic life single-handedly. Despite her unwavering dedication and gentle nature, she carries the burden of being unable to provide an heir-a failure that haunts both her and the family's expectations. When Radhika arrives as the second wife, specifically chosen to fulfill what Aradhya cannot, the household's dynamics shift dramatically. Pregnant with the long-awaited heir, Radhika becomes the golden child of the family, while Aradhya's worth diminishes in everyone's eyes. Consumed by jealousy and insecurity, Radhika orchestrates a cruel deception. She poisons kheer that Aradhya lovingly prepared as a peace offering, then falsely accuses her of attempted murder. The accusation leads to a brutal beating that leaves Aradhya broken and imprisoned, while the family readily believes the worst of their hardworking daughter-in-law. When Vijay finally uncovers the truth, he expects justice. Instead, he discovers something far more devastating-a family so blinded by their desire for an heir that they're willing to sacrifice an innocent woman's dignity and well-being to protect their precious hope for the future. Character Dynamics Aradhya: The tragic protagonist whose years of silent service and devotion count for nothing when measured against her inability to conceive Radhika: The manipulative second wife who uses her pregnancy as both weapon and shield Vijay: A man torn between his growing understanding of his first wife's worth and his family's expectations Meena: The matriarch whose desperation for an heir blinds her to basic human decency Priya and Anandi: Family members who witness injustice but remain complicit in the system

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

YUG AHLAWAT Yug Ahlawat, a 22-year-old man. A businessman? A mafia? A politician? Nope, he's a common man. Life has never been kind to him since the day he was born. He has no family, no one to call his own. But he isn't someone who gives up easily. He possesses every skill that sets him apart from the rest. Cold-colder than ice because he has seen the cruelty of the world. But even ice melts. His lifeless heart begins to beat again when he sees her. Still, he believes he's not lucky enough to deserve her. What he doesn't know is, destiny has other plans. Let's see how his life changes. PRISHA SINGHANIA Prisha Singhania, a 21-year-old girl from a wealthy family. A family with just a few members, none of whom she can truly open up to. People call her a spoiled brat. But those who really know her (if there were any) would say she's an angel. Sadly, she has no close friends, no one she can trust because everyone seems to want her for her money and she hates that. She loves a man with all her heart, unaware of how drastically her life is about to change.

Leaving one life behind, Kusum walks away with her family to begin again - choosing dignity over protection, anonymity over a name that was never hers. She does not know that fate is not something distance can undo. She is not taken the way her sister once was. Not claimed. Not bought. Not forced into a destiny. She steps into it herself. Into his world. Into his power. Into the quiet, unquestioned authority of a man who has never been denied anything - and who, being who he is, accepts what she places before him without hesitation. Where her sister's story began with captivity, hers begins with surrender. Warning ⚠️ -> THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY FOR 18+ AUDIENCE. PEOPLE BELOW AGE 18 AREN'T RECOMMENDED TO READ.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

Mature Content ~~ Book 1 In Villian Series . He swore loyalty to the man who stole everything from him...but loyalty is just another mask of vengeance. Trapped in a world of power , secrets and betrayal , he steps into a lion den with a smile on his lips and revenge in his blood . To destroy the man who shattered his past , he plays the part of a devoted ally---going as far as marrying into the very family he wants to ruin. But not everything is as it seems . She carries wounds no one sees , scars from childhood shadowed by silence . A healer of the brain by profession , a broken soul beneath . Her trauma walks back into her life just as she's forced into a marriage she never wanted . And while one man fights to uncover the truth behind a mother's death , another man quietly falls apart under the weight of secrets he's never known . Because the people pulling the strings aren't the ones you'd expect ---and when the masks start to slip , love , obsession and vengeance will all blur into one . _________________________________ _________________________________ LETHAL & HEALER ~~~