𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

"𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏" she hissed "𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅" he drank. ⟡ ── ☠ ── ⟡ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐍𝐞𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐥 -supposed to marry another man... But a Monster came for her. Not with love. Not with permission. But with blood on his hands and obsession in his eyes. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚 - billionaire, mafia, dangerously powerful, and a man feared by everyone - destroys her wedding and forcefully marries her in front of the world. To Roop, he is nothing but a monster wrapped in expensive suits and deadly silence. She hates him. Fights him. Breaks under him. And when hatred turns poisonous... She finally whispers, "I mixed poison." And Vansh only smiles. "I know you did." Because a man obsessed for years does not fear death from the woman he worships. Locked inside a marriage built on force, secrets, obsession, and dangerous desire, Roop slowly discovers that Vansh's love is not normal. It is consuming. Violent. Terrifying. The kind of love that ruins a person before claiming them completely. But the darkest part? The more she tries to escape him... The more her soul begins to belong to him.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Every journalist chases truth. But she never expected truth to chase her back. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝘆𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 a fearless journalist, built her name on exposing the secrets powerful men who hid behind their money and influence. But one headline changes everything. The story that topples India's most feared political empire and paints her as the woman who brought down 𝗘𝗸𝗹𝗮𝘃𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮, the man who owns the city's loyalty. She thinks it's over. She thinks she won. Until he announces their engagement, live, in front of the media. Trapped in a marriage born of blackmail and vengeance, that blurs the line between revenge and desire, Navya swears she'll never break. But Eklavya doesn't play fair. His charm hides claws, his silence hides storms, and the more he tries to control her, the more she learns what kind of man he truly is. Because beneath his empire of lies, lies one undeniable truth. He may own her name, but not her heart. Two enemies. One marriage. A war between love, hate, and everything in between. What starts as revenge turns into something darker, deeper, and far more destructive. She believed truth was her greatest weapon. He believed power was his only truth. "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒕" To him, it's a warning. To her, it's a promise.

"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓" "𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏" •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• 𝗭𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 All my life, I've lived by the book. The perfect daughter. The quiet student. The girl who never makes a scene. Law school was supposed to be a way out. But then he walked in - smirking, reckless, and maddeningly persistent. He teases like it's second nature, touches like he knows I'll shatter. I should stay away. I know better. But with him, I feel like me. And that's what scares me the most. 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝘆𝗻 𝗩𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻 She's the kind of girl who folds in on herself, who says sorry when she breathes too loud. But I see the fire. I hear the war in her head. She doesn't know it yet - but she's the only thing that makes this world feel less... hollow. And I'd give anything to stay, even if I was never meant to. •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾• Every story leaves a mark, and this one has just begun. Follow to keep turning the pages with us! Your support keeps us going. Thank you <3 Happy Reading!