[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

"𝑴𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕, 𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆."

Some debts are paid in blood. Zayran Malik chose a different currency. Aayat Raichand has spent her career inside the minds of dangerous men. She never expected to live in one's house. When her father is arrested on charges she knows in her bones are wrong, Aayat has exactly forty-eight hours and zero options. The man sitting across from her with an unsigned contract and her father's freedom in his hands is Zayran Malik, feared mafia king, renowned trauma surgeon, and the last person on earth she would choose. The terms are simple. Marry him. One year. No questions about his business. No contact with her father. She signs. Their marriage is a cold war conducted in expensive rooms. He is controlled where she expected cruelty. Distant where she expected dominance. He gives her space she didn't ask for and draws lines she cannot cross. She studies him the way she studies every dangerous thing carefully, clinically, from a safe distance. The distance doesn't hold. Because the longer Aayat lives inside Zayran's silence, the more she finds things that don't add up. Not just about her father's case. About him. About the grief he carries like a second skeleton. About the way he looks at her sometimes... like she is something he has been waiting a very long time to lose. She is a forensic psychologist. She knows what a man hiding something looks like. She just isn't prepared for what he's hiding. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Cruel Devotion is a dark romance about a forced marriage, a buried truth, and a love so carefully concealed it nearly destroyed everything it was trying to protect. Some monsters are made by grief. Some are made by the wrong kind of trust. And some were never monsters at all.

"𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.