Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Rohan Kapoor (32): The male protagonist. Charismatic, intelligent, but consumed by a burning desire for revenge. He lost everything - his parents, his family business, his childhood home - due to the deceit and negligence of the Sharma family. He has meticulously planned his vengeance for years, presenting a perfect facade to the world. He believes the Sharmas deserve to suffer as much as he did. His methods range from psychological manipulation to calculated physical and emotional abuse, seeing Aisha only as a tool. Aisha Sharma (22): The female protagonist. Sweet, gentle, naive, and deeply traditional. She has led a sheltered life, compliant to her parents' wishes. She believes in love, loyalty, and the sanctity of marriage. Unaware of her family's past misdeeds, she walks into the marriage with an open heart, seeing Rohan as her destiny. Her innocence will be systematically shattered.

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.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

Coming out of an abusive marriage where she was assaulted for dowry, years later, Dhriti Diwan is a self made Billionaire. Saad Hafiz, a surgeon who hides an ugly past of his own agrees to marry the sister of his best friend. Two different people bounded in a marriage of convenience with a thread of pain. Will Dhriti ever be able to love again? What's going to happen when Saad gets to know about the body of his wife which is covered in burnt marks and bruises? Will he get repulsed by her? Dhriti considers herself unwanted, will Saad ever be able to love her?

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

Siara Malhotra was once the heartbeat of her family-a spirited, passionate girl who dreamed of love and acceptance. But one cruel twist of fate left her broken, disowned, and accused of a betrayal she never committed. Cast out from the only home she knew, Siara rebuilt herself far away, emerging as one of the world's top neurosurgeon. Yet beneath her success lay a shattered heart and a soul that no longer believed in love or warmth. Mahir Sehgal, CEO of Sehgal groups was the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, but he had never returned her affection. Bound by a dying wish, Mahir reluctantly married Siara, only to abandon her on their wedding night. For three years, he stayed away, unaware that siara no longer has any expectations from life or love, she no longer loved him. When fate brings them back together, both must confront the ghosts of their pasts. Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the scars of betrayal and indifference keep them apart forever? WHAT WAS THE REASON SHE BROKE BEYOND REPAIR? TO KNOW, DIVE INTO THE STORY Copyright Notice: DO NOT COPY MY WORK

My Husband, My Monster. Mistakes? I've done enough in my life. But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster. Jaiveer Singh Rathore. I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugly. I've sacrificed everything, destroyed my own self just to stay close to him. I tried to find a peace in him, not knowing I will be the one to left torn and hollow from inside. Jaiveer Singh Rathore is my custom-made hell and as much I want to get away from him, I found myself taking a solace in him. I've tried to stop myself, to stop the toxicity in me, but I can't. What happens when two toxic beings collide? They sucked the life out of each other until there is nothing inside. I am self-destructive when I chosed Jaiveer Singh Rathore for myself. Did enough destruction to get him all for myself. My Veer. My Monster. But is it enough? Will I ever be enough for him? ________________ I am ruined. Destroyed in such a way that there is nothing left to be fixed. But I don't pity myself. I've made myself what I am. Because I am self-destructive and so as Shravani Datta. She knew and still chose to chose me. A Marriage Pact. And her hopeful eyes that she will change me for good, not knowing she is stepping into a hell, and she will get as destroyed as me. She is unaware that my darkness will overpower her light. Shravani Datta is my custom-made heaven, the only human who have seen the real me. And I hate her for it. I hate her for understanding me and my tendencies. She shouldn't have chose me, she shouldn't have put herself in this situation, but she did. And now there is no looking back. She is stuck now. My Ravenous heart can't wait to ravished her.