"You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." *** 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

Kyra Malik, a 20-year-old science student, is caught in a whirlwind of manipulation when she crosses paths with Advik Singh Rathore, a 31-year-old political tycoon whose reputation for ruthlessness and dominance precedes him. Kyra has always lived in the shadows of her own life-shy, religious, and content to remain unnoticed. But when Advik, a man with unyielding authority and dangerous charm, notices her, her life is turned upside down. He sees her as something to be possessed, someone who will bend to his will, and he does not hesitate to make her his own. With a gaze that cuts through her defenses and a grip that tightens around her world, Advik pulls Kyra into his orbit, forcing her to play by his rules. As his obsession with her grows, so does his control over her. Every step Kyra takes feels like she's falling deeper into a dark, suffocating trap. Despite the terror she feels, there's a part of her that can't help but be drawn to him-her captor, her tormentor, the man who controls every aspect of her life. Advik's manipulation is relentless-his need to dominate her and keep her by his side at all costs pushes Kyra to the brink of her limits. But as Kyra struggles with her growing fear and the twisted attraction she feels for him, she's forced to confront the price of submission. Claimed by Power is a story of dominance, obsession, and a battle for control, where the lines between love and possession blur. It's a dark romance about the lengths one man will go to claim what he wants-and the woman who might never be able to break free from the chains he's forged. Warning: This book contains mature themes of power, control, manipulation, and dark romance. It is intended for readers who enjoy intense, psychologically-driven relationships with heavy elements of dominance and submission.

A ruthless billionaire locks his childhood crush in his penthouse, convinced only he can protect her from the world-even if she hates him.