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RUISHA: A Tale Of Dominance And Submission [#2 in Fate Series] by Ziara_grace
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"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐧 π…πšπ­πž π’πžπ«π’πžπ¬" π‚πšπ§ π›πž 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 π’π­πšπ§ππšπ₯𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᑣ𐭩 R U D R A x D I S H A ᯓᑣ𐭩 "I refused your penny-worth marriage proposal last night." Sarcasm drips from her voice as she glares at him, hands cuffed to bed. His mouth curves. "I remember that clearly but look at you now..." his voice trails off, his gaze flickering to her hairline with a gleam before going downward around her neck. "Tied to my bed, wearing my nuptial chain and sindoor like an obedient wife." She freeze for a second, struggling to put her thoughts together. Just last night she offered her mother's ashes to Ganga. Now she's married to the man who's not worth sharing a glance. "Mirror 's on the ceiling, Mrs Sehgal." He mocks. ~*~*~ (Note: This is not your typical lovey-dovey story. It's a dark storyline with slow burn romance and Taboo relationship. Keep your hating comments to yourself if you don't like it. )
π‘­π’“π’π’Ž 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 by author_radya
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BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.