DARK SERIES #1 "You don't have any idea what boundaries I can cross for you. I'm not the almighty but capable enough to steal your fate and entwine with mine. I'll gladly cut off my limbs and fucking write our fate together. This is my devotion for you, Lily ". When all you simply want your life to go as per according to the plans but destiny is adamant to throw you into unexpected situations. Rayan, 28 years old, an orphan, who once lost all his hope to live 20 years ago, abandoned by his own parents, found himself under the service of the American Mafia King. He was taught to become ruthless, killer and the best hacker. He was trained to become a beast, a man with a hollow heart for whom only orders of his boss matters. He's a killer, assassin, sinner with blood in his hands.His life revolved around the Mafia World until she entered..... He saw her and lost all his sanity the moment she entered his life. For the first time his heart beat rapidly for a girl. She became his obsession, his madness knows no limits and he won't stop until he'll claim her as his forever. Prity Singh Chauhan, an epitome of beauty, princess and heart of her family. Fragile, introvert, sweet and hopeless romantic, never imagined to get kidnapped by her psychopath stalker. Never in her dreams did she think of getting captured by a devil in disguise of a human who is obsessed with her. To save her family and elder brother's business which might've been destroyed by the man, she unwillingly got married with him. Tangled between lies and brain games, they find themselves in a maze of mysteries. The not so beautiful journey of two polar opposites..... Warning ⚠️ Blood Violence Death Murder Mature scenes 18+ Stalking Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

His fingers trailed along her cheek. Gentle. Possessive. Dangerous. "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, something ancient, 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.