He is cold, cunning, and calculated-everything she never expected. She is brilliant, graceful, and unshakable-everything he didn't anticipate. A marriage built on strategy. A husband who wants control. A wife who refuses to break. In a world of power, pride, and unspoken grudges, hearts can be weapons, and love can be dangerous. How far would you go to win someone... or to hold onto them? Because You Were Mine is a story of desire, deception, and the tension that burns quietly between two unstoppable forces.

"If you do not want that bullet to go through her head" I spoke. She trembled sobbing. "Marry me" I spoke. Her eyes widened in shock. Her struggling halted and so did her sister's. "Why are you doing this to me Adeesh?" She sobbed. I gritted my teeth. I grabbed her jaw tightly. "9 years ago" I said. "You know what happened very well" I said vengefully. She sobbed. I was starting to get irritated. I took the gun and shot. Not at her mother. But the bullet barely missed her by an inch. Vedhika. A doctor that hates the idea of anyone getting hurt. Hates people who assaults their power on other ends up getting married to Adeesh. The sole man that could make anyone tremble with just his name. An innocent woman got tangled in the web of the beast she hated more than anything. Her life was never easy. But she had also had it easier because of her sister. Ended up losing everyone close to her. Trusts too easily and forgives too easily. Cannot stand seeing anyone in pain ends up being tied to a man whose sole purpose is taking the life of others. Sadhika. A woman who always sacrificed herself to take care of her dear younger sister. The little girl that was forced to grow up too early just so someone else could have a better life. All she wanted was a little love. Care. Care that she always gives others without second thought to be finally returned. But she gets caught up in the web of lies and revenge.

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Ahaan Agniwanshi - Prince of Jaipur. COO of Agniwanshi Co. Lit. A silent hacker in the shadows. Partner-in-power with the underworld king, Aayansh. He rules with logic, not love. Baby blue eyes with a soul iced by betrayal. "She turned her back on me once... now she'll pay for it every day she breathes as mine." - Ahaan Agniwanshi Shivika Yadhuvanshi - A hidden author with a golden soul. A final-year literature student who writes tragedies while living one. Always the one who gives up everything-until she gives up on being silent. Honey-brown eyes that shimmer even when they've cried too much. "You can break me into a thousand pieces, Ahaan... and I'd still love you with every shard." - Shivika Yadhuvanshi 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨? 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈. Tropes: • Kidnap Marriage / Forced Wedding • Revenge Turns to Love • Royal Mafia x Soft Girl • Grumpy x Quietly Strong • He Hates Her... Until He Can't Live Without Her • Second Chance-ish with Secret History • Emotional Angst + Slow Burn with Explosive Tension

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

"D-Don't please. Don't... come near me". She said with fear. Her body was shaking like a leaf. "Why should I not when I have every right to". He said darkly while looking at her. The lingering smell of blood and fear was enough to wake the devil inside him. ... Havoc can come into a peaceful life if you catch the eye of the devil. The same happened with Inez Torsney when she caught the eye of Irish Mafia lord Lorcan Gatchel. No one wants to mess with the devil and Inez had no dreams to come across a devil either. What bad can happen in the life of a nineteen-year-old Inez? Inez was living a peaceful life. A peaceful life did not remain peaceful anymore after the death of her parents and then the entry of a handsome devil into her life. Let's dive into the journey of Inez Torsney and Lorcan Gatchel to know how Inez's happiness changed into complete desolation. Inez's life is not hers anymore. It is completely controlled by Lorcan, a devil who is madly in love with her. She has to submit to the needs of her soon-to-be husband. One act of disobedience and she will fall from the thin line she is walking. She has to remain captive and endure. This is the only way that ensure the safety of her sister. ... "We all are trapped in this world. We all are in an invisible cage but only the weak get to experience it in the worst way". - Lorcan

They say history never forgets. It makes sure to deliver karma, to bring justice to everyone. One day. Some stories don't end. They wait. They bury themselves in silence, in walls, in places, only to return when time decides it is right. This is one such story. It begins with a man surrounded by darkness, living within the cold, guarded walls of an old mansion that has held secrets for decades. A place where silence speaks louder than words, and where the past has never truly left. His world is distant, untouched, and wrapped in a mystery no one has been able to unravel. And then, there is her. A girl from the small village of Varanasi a city of faith, purity, and devotion. Her life is simple, filled with warmth and only goodness. Two different lives. Two completely separate worlds. Yet, as fate begins to weave its unseen threads, the distance between them slowly fades. It's their fate. What follows is not just a meeting of two people, but the awakening of a past that was long buried. The mansion, once silent, begins to stir again, as if remembering something it was never meant to forget. Because this is not the first time a story like this has begun. It had already begun years ago. And perhaps, this time, history has returned not just to remind, but to complete what was once left unfinished. She was his. She was the Devil's Soulmate.