It was supposed to be a marriage. A contract marriage. A simple deal beneficial to two families. But she hated it, she hated objectifying herself for the greed of her father. She hated the feeling of losing from a bunch of strangers who didn't consider her say in her own life. So, she turned the tables. What she didn't know was, he only agreed to a deal thinking she had a say. He didn't want a marriage yet agreed to one for the benefit and name of his family. He wasn't a man to mess with but she took her chance and he let her. And it might be her biggest mistake. Taking her chances with him. He got obsessed with everything about her. Her fragrance. Her voice. Her very presence. She came into his life with all the intentions to leave. Now the question is, would he really let her go? Would she want to stay?

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 His hand clamped around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no air left between us. My palms trembled against the solid wall of his chest, his heartbeat cruelly steady while mine faltered, fragile, desperate. His nails dug into my skin, sharp enough to hurt, sharp enough to remind me that pain was the only vow he intended to keep. His breath fanned across my face, scorching, suffocating. Then he bent lower, lips brushing my ear, voice dark enough to carve into bone. "I'd never love you, Inaya Kabir Raghuvanshi," he murmured, my name entwined with his like a curse-one that would cling to me even after I burned into ashes. My breath hitched, trapped somewhere between denial and despair. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even remember how, and still he went on-each word slicing deeper than the last. "But I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell... where every breath you take burns like punishment, and every heartbeat you cling to begs for mercy you'll never receive." ********** Royalty ran in their blood, but what tied them together was darker than lineage. Kabir Raghuvanshi was danger wrapped in silence-the kind of man whose presence felt like a promise of ruin. Inaya Singh Shekhawat was obsession disguised as devotion-first the little girl who worshipped him like a god, now the woman who dared to challenge him like a storm. For him, she was fire in silk, the one boundary he should never cross. For her, he was both the poison and the cure, the man she would rather burn for than live without. He didn't want to love her; love was too fragile. He wanted to own the darkness in her that everyone else feared. She didn't want to be loved either-she wanted to be consumed by him, even if it meant destruction. They weren't chasing each other they were haunting each other.

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

"𝗗𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝘁𝘂𝘁 𝗷𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗴𝗮....." ~ 𝗡𝘆𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗵 "𝗞𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗸𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗷𝗶𝘆𝗲... 𝗵𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗸𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗲 𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗳 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗻𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗵𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗴𝗶......" ~ 𝗡𝗼𝗼𝗿 Noor Farooqi is a medical student who has just completed her graduation and is now working as a doctor in her own hospital. She is the sunshine-brave and fearless, afraid of no one but Allah. For her, Allah is watching every step she takes. She loves her family deeply. Nayksh Dhyani, as his name suggests, is someone balanced between power and peace, action, and contemplation. Yes, that's exactly who he is. He always wanted to be a Confectioner, but his father didn't approve. So, he ended up becoming one anyway. He doesn't care about his father's opinion. He doesn't really like his family, except for his mother and sister-they are the only people for whom he would die or take a life. "Marne ke liye humari hi scooty mili hain aapko?" she said angrily, continuing to speak as he silently admired her-not staring, but appreciating. "Kya dekh rahe hain?" she asked in anger. "Nihaar raha hoon, kaisa lagta hain kisi mein kho jana," he whispered softly. He was the first to fall, but one night changed everything-his love turned into deep hate. "Aap mere bhaiya ka kuch nahi bigaad sakte, Allah miya hain unke sath," she said firmly while he tied her hands with ropes He looked into her eyes. "Trust me, Noor, I can ruin his whole existence. Ab tak bas chahat dekhi hain tumne, meri ab nafrat ki baari hain," he said, grabbing her neck-not twisting it, but enough to make her feel his hate was as real as his silent love once was. What's the story? Why this revenge? Is this something new, or just another rivalry tale? Read "Junoon e moha

𝕯𝖚𝖊𝖙 : 02 " 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝; 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 "

"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚 ⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ⋆⁺₊✧ I will not die for him, but I will certainly kill... because he is the reason this KATHA is still alive. She has come herself to complete my incomplete love story, so at any cost, I will complete my PREMKATHA-by killing and by being killed. I didn't even like to step on the threshold of your house but this heart misbehaved with me, now either you will be mine or I should snatch you away..!! If you have fallen in love with me then come to my house or ask for this PREM from the one who has the crown on his head. This book contains content intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: Dark Royal Paranormal Astrology Beginning Rebirth Karma Physics Activities Tantra Mayajal

"I don't have any expectations from this marriage, nor am I looking for love," he said. "I am entering into this marriage merely to honor my promise to Sahil, for the sake of his parents and your daughter." ♡ "She will never love you the way she loved him", the harsh truth was reminded to him again. He replied, "She may never love me, and that doesn't matter to me. My love for her is boundless, enough to fill both our hearts and keep me content. Also, I don't ever want her to love me the way she loved him. Even if she gives me ten percent of that love, I'll be the happiest man alive." ♡ Anisha Mehta finds herself at a crossroads after the tragic loss of her husband. Left to raise their young daughter alone, her world turns grey, and hope seems distant. Destiny plays its tune and ties her into a marriage of convenience with Atharva Raichand, an intimidating and enigmatic billionaire with a significant secret hidden behind his ruthless and chilling exterior. As Anisha navigates the uncharted waters of a marriage born out of obligation, she begins to unravel the layers of Atharva's heart and confront her feelings. ♡ The story follows their journey as they navigate the nuances of their evolving relationship, amidst societal expectations, unexpressed emotions, and the haunting echoes of Sahil's memory. Set against a backdrop of family dynamics, emotional turmoil, and unexpected alliances, the story explores the depths of love, sacrifice, and the courage it takes to embrace a new beginning. Will Anisha and Atharva find the strength to heal each other's wounds and embark on a path of love and companionship? Or will the shadows of the past forever cloud their chance of happiness?

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