𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫. "Please... don't do this. I'm scared," she whispered, her voice shaking, barely louder than her own heartbeat. He didn't step back. Didn't blink. A slow smirk curved his lips - not warm, not kind... the kind that made the air feel thinner. "Scared?" he said quietly, almost amused. "You should be." Her breath hitched. "I'm not going to hurt you," he continued, voice low and controlled, "unless you give me a reason to." "𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨" Top ranks ❤️ 3 #stalker 9 #dangerouslove 8 #controlling 30 April 2016

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚- ruthless Italian mafia king and cold-blooded businessman. His eyes hold darkness deeper than the ocean, his heart colder than death. People fear his name because mercy never existed in his world.Every word he speaks is a command, every silence a threat. He is the devil in human skin 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚- the girl with silent lips but fearless eyes.Her voice was stolen by trauma, (mute) but her spirit remains unbreakable.In a world ruled by devils, she is pure peace no darkness can touch. She is the only weakness of the man born without a heart. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 - 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒

Shayan Khanzada is ruin in human form, storm wrapped in leather and ink, possessive to the bone, violently protective. Abandoned young, he learned early that love is a blade: sharp, bloody, and his to wield. The only softness he ever allowed was hers. And he never let it go. Maheen Khanzada is fragile prey, soft-spoken, trembling, forever trying to escape the shadow he casts. She's terrified of the man who once held her hand to sleep, but now claims her with a gun to his own temple. She's the light he both craves and wants to devour, the only one who can quiet the screaming inside his skull. He came back for her. Not to ask. To take. The family buried her engagement like a corpse, praying the monster wouldn't smell blood. They were wrong. He corners her in hallways, drags her close in rooms full of people, presses a gun to his own temple and forces vows from her lips. Anyone who touches her, ends up broken or burning. He'll carve out hearts, set fires, spill blood to keep her chained to him. She'll cry, she'll beg, she'll soften the devil just enough to survive him. But survival isn't freedom. This is no redemption arc. This is an obsession carved into bone. A vicious, unapologetic dark romance of lethal possession, fractured childhoods, and a love that only thrives in the wreckage. He owns her soul. She owns his madness. And neither will ever be free. •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

*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?

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧." #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒆𝒌 𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂." ~💗~ Arzaan Shah Ghazi is ruthless and enigmatic. He returns to his home after five years in Turkey, where he built a reputation as a feared mafia boss. Beneath his cold exterior lies a man fiercely loyal to his childhood love, Zairah Rahman, his cousin uncle's daughter, the one person who has always held his heart. Zairah Rahman is sweet, caring, and adored by her family. She is everything Arzaan is not. A college student with a bright future, she has always feared Arzaan's intimidating aura and the dark stories surrounding him. But her world shatters when she's forced into a marriage with him, a man she neither trusts nor understands. When a sudden accident occurs, Zairah is faced with the secrets and truths that turn her life upside down. As she struggles to decide whether her husband is a threat or her protector, will she be able to reveal the truths about her family?

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.