Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.

It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

"I am ready but there is only one problem that my month has come". She said while controlling her smile. Abhirath asked in confusion "what? month?? What is that". She blushed-"monthly bleeding problem don't you even understand this, then how will you handle the whole kingdom". Abhirath looked at me with disgust. Abhirath provoke: she has big mouth to tell me such thing without feeling shy. I ordered-"come and sleep". Verenya provoke: I laughed in my heart and swear against him that I will gonna make him regret for this marriage... Yes i can't hurt him physically because i care for Bundi but i can tease and torture him. I giggled. I took other side of the bed and fall asleep. Next day Verenya provoke: I wake up early in the morning and saw Abhirath sleeping peacefully and calmly. I didn't understand how can he looks so calm while he was sleeping. Suddenly one idea popped in my mind and I giggled. I try to look for any paint but there was nothing in room. Only items and flower petals were in the room. My eyes fall on my 'vermilion' box and I run towards my dressing table and took half of it into a plate and added water in it and it become bright red colour. I slowly walked towards him and start making ugly drawing on his face through my fingers. Made few circles on his cheeks and red dots on his nose and wavy lines on his forehead after doing so much to him i couldn't able to control my laugh and i took my vile and left for bomb to explode. ______________________________ "There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved." In this story u will see : How unexpectedly one daring princess fall in love with the prince who want her in exchange of her kingdom. Lets see how these two stars will meet and how they are destined to destiny. ❤

She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.

･ﾟ: ✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ✦ :･ﾟ Some stories don't end... they linger. In the quiet corners of your mind, in the shadows you pretend not to see, this one was never truly gone-it was just waiting... breathing slowly beneath the surface, growing darker, deeper, more dangerous. And now that you're here again, there's no turning back. Because once you step into this world, it doesn't just tell a story... it consumes you ✦ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦ ✦ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 • 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 • 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ✦ ✦ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This story contains dark romance themes, age gap, and some violence. Reader discretion advised. ✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ❀ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦ ✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ He doesn't believe in warmth. Not in people, not in promises. Abhimaan Rathore is the kind of man who keeps his distance-not because he has to, but because he chooses to. His silence isn't empty... it's deliberate. Every word he withholds, every glance he gives, carries weight. There's no chaos in him, no visible anger-just a quiet, controlled coldness that makes people step back without knowing why. He doesn't lose control. He doesn't lose himself. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. Because in his world, attachment is weakness... and he doesn't allow himself to be weak. ✦ 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 ✦ Ishika Mehra isn't the kind of person who waits to be understood. She speaks when she wants to, walks away when she needs to, and doesn't waste time explaining herself to anyone. There's a sharp clarity in the way she carries herself-steady, unapologetic, and fully aware of her place. She doesn't believe in unnecessary attachments or empty words. If something matters, she holds onto it. If it doesn't, sh

Embark on the tale of Azlan Saleem Khan and Mantasha Arif Khan, two cousins whose starkly contrasting natures create a compelling dynamic. Azlan exudes maturity, whereas Mantasha embodies a youthful exuberance. He stands as the eldest among the cousins, while she holds the position of the youngest. Mantasha's demeanor is clumsy and loquacious; Azlan's is serene and contemplative. Azlan has loved only one person throughout his whole life-his princess, his beloved Misha. From the moment he cradled her delicate, innocent form, he vowed to protect, cherish, and love her eternally. Mantasha, on the other hand, listens to and cares deeply for one person-her Azi, as she lovingly calls him. Though spoiled by her entire family, she is unaware that her eyes always seek for only one person, her Azi. Deep within, she also acknowledges that he is the sole occupant of her heart. Unconsciously possessive of one another, Azlan and Mantasha embark on a journey to unravel their burgeoning emotions and understand the depths of their feelings. Join Azlan and Mantasha in their enchanting and romantic odyssey to uncover the intricacies of their love story.

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