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.

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

"Ahhh, leave me...I am sorry...please" A girl was begging and dragging by a very muscular man, was crying but the man was very deaf to hear her pleadings. He brought her to his room and threw her on the bed. He threw her ghungroo on the floor. "You want to dance, right? Then dance as much as you want but only in front of me, but next time you won't dance outside to this room, this is not your fucking brothel and you're just my prostitute so you are here only to entertain me." ************ "You wanted to become my wife, right? So, let's make you mine...." In a very dark room a girl was whimpering in a corner. She was too scared to look up but the man who was in front of her was not in the mood to show mercy on her. ************ "I can't marry you...and you can't force me to-" Before she could complete her sentence a very rough lips met to hers and shut her up. "You have to become my wife, Dhani! Because you caught my attention, beautiful" ************** The Sherawat brothers, the very powerful men in the business world and the black world. They belong to a very royal and famous family. This family has some strict rules which are followed by each and every family member. But are the new members able to follow their rules or not? 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧:- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.