18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.

He lost her in every universe. In every lifetime, in every reality... she slipped through his fingers like something he was never meant to touch. He was never meant to meet her. Never meant to stand close enough to feel her breath. Never meant to fall. But he did...he fell hard enough to never rise again. So did she. Their love wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was the kind that consumed them slowly yet cruelly....until nothing else remained. The kind poets whispered about in secrets... and the world burned for calling it sin. A taboo. They broke rules. They broke morals. They broke themselves while trying to hold on to each other. But destiny is a cruel thing. And every time... it took her away from him. Again. And again. And again. Until all that was left inside him... was something no longer human. But this time....This time, he would not lose. He would tear apart fate with his bare hands. He would drag the gods down from their heavens and make them watch. He would burn every world that dared to separate them. Because if destiny wanted war....He would give it annihilation. But in the end...she would be his. Only his. In every lifetime. In every universe. Whether she chose it... Or not.

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"