(CAPTURED SERIES #2) "I had enough of this toxicity!" she yelled at him. "I'm a toxic man, lyubov and I would like to be with you in a toxic relationship and stay happy rather than to be in a healthy relationship and become unhappy for the rest of our lives." he rasped in her ear making chill ran down her spine. "But I don't want all of this. I want peace in my life." she said disagreeing with him. "I can't help in it lyubov, you have to bear it even if you like it or not." he smirked at her. *** What will happen when Rooh Sharma an Indian college girl will stumble into Mikhail Igor Gorbachev the Russian mafia boss's life. The both are poles apart and have their own principles. Who will change whom or will they end up together or not?

"...many spirituals recognize that when dark one appears he is most beautiful, most wonderful and most engaging. The truth only comes out later..." Tara. University student with many friends, complicated relationship with her parents, and weird obsession with buying heels. Even though she seemingly had everything she could ever wish for, something was missing, something that would fill her life with adrenalin and fire. She wished for something new, something that will turn her whole world upside-down, something passionately wicked. Mateo. Man with a dashing and equally dangerous look. He was dark, mysterious, possessive, controlling, passionate - everything she has ever wanted in a lover. When she first saw him, standing by the entrance of the club, calmly smoking a cigarette as if there was no brawl happening before his eyes - she was fascinated. She thought he was the most beautiful, interesting, and tempting person she has ever seen. Yet, he was something else too, something she didn't know, something she was bound to regret ever finding out. "Be it heaven or hell. Be it life or death. She was his." There is this one thing that can be learned through history lessons: Not all kingdoms and monarchs are the epitome of goodness and honorableness therefore not every prince is the reincarnation of the most beautiful dream. In fact, in most cases, there is something deeply rotten in their beings. It is truly tragic that they are served to young girls on a crystal plate. ---------×--------- Just to make it clear, this is not a fantasy book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ghEcse5UA Cover made by: @niXieDust_

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

"Outside these walls, my word is law. Inside this room... you are nothing to me." In the dusty, power-hungry heart of Rohtak, Haryana, one name commands absolute silence: Astra Sangwan. A ruthless Zameendar (landowner) with olive skin, eyes as cold as winter, and a heart made of stone. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a shadow. Enter Riva. Labelled 'manhoos' (cursed) by a society that blamed her for her first husband's death, Riva is traded into the Sangwan haveli like a piece of property. But Astra is about to learn that Riva isn't the fragile doll her family promised. She doesn't bow. She doesn't whisper 'Ji Huzoor.' She looks him in the eye and challenges the very authority he spent a lifetime building. One is a storm of Haryanvi pride and cold arrogance. The other is a fire of silent secrets and a past that could burn the haveli to the ground. When a forced marriage becomes a battleground of egos, who will surrender first? Will Astra be able to keep his distance when the woman he claims to hate is the only one who dares to stand up to him? Or will Riva's hidden 'curse' destroy them both before love even has a chance? What's Inside: Enemies to Lovers: From cold shoulders to heated arguments. Forced Marriage Tropes: The "One Bed" struggle and the "Saree Draping" tension. The Alpha Hero: A traditional, possessive Zameendar with a Haryanvi heart. The Fierce Heroine: She's been through hell and she's not afraid of a little more. Desi Flavor: Authentic Haryanvi culture mixed with high-stakes family drama.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

That day she left me with the world we created out of our love.... Our child. I stopped believing in love. I had already lived my love story but responsibilities don't wait. I remarried. Not for myself or for love but for my child. Marrying someone else felt like a betrayal even though that's what my first love wished for on the death bed. Then she entered my life. I was never going to love her. Because how can I love again when my heart still belonged to someone who was now no more in this world? She didn't replaced my first love. She slowly created a place in my heart and unknowingly I was healing. But loving her would mean my first love was less but then time made me realised that love doesn't replace, it expands. This means my heart even after breaking, knows how to beat 💓 Sometimes love doesn't come again to earse the old story but to remind you that your heart still have the capability to feel ❤️ I didn't leave my first love behind... I just made room in my heart to love again 🤍

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

| Jo dikha h vo hota nahi, aur jo hota h vo dikhta nahi....🥀 | . . He married her to destroy her . But what if she was already Shattered? Rudransh singh rathore is burning with revenge. The man who killed his family now lives in luxury - and Rudransh's plan is simple: marry his enemy's daughter and ruined her life. But Avni Mehra is not what he expected. Behind her soft eye is a soul broken by the same man. As hatred turns into obsession and truth begins to unravel, Rudransh is forced to face a brutal question: " What happens when the enemy you seek to destroy is the only person who truly understand your pain? " A dark tale of revenge, lies, forced love - and two broken souls trying to survive the storm. ----- Author note : Please read till..chapter 5 to decide if you like it or not ❤️ ---- "Leave me," Avni said softly, her voice shaking. She tried to move away, but Rudransh held her by the waist and pulled her closer - gently, but firmly. "Why?" he asked in a calm, deep voice. "Are you scared... that you might start feeling something for the man you hate?"

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."