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*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was praised.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌