JAIRAJ SINGH THAKUR x INAYAT ALI KHAN Book 3 of 'Thakurs series' 🔥 Amidst the communal chaos going on in our state, my alliance was fixed with a man who was no less than a monster for me. Our fathers fixed this marriage to preach peace, but no one asked me about my dreams, my choices and most importantly, my consent. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Read the journey of two opposite poles falling for each other. Jairaj Singh Thakur - a ruthless, heartless and shameless Mafia prince Inayat Ali Khan - an intelligent, beautiful and secretive Mafia princess. Will they be able to break the boundaries of religion to become one?

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ ~Amani x Zeeshan [all of my books can be read in any order, even though they mention the characters from other stories, but they are not linked]

In which a teenage girl sets her sights on the mafia don, and innocently seduces him. . . . . . . . . . . She gets what she wants because no one dares to refuse the Principessa. But when they can't give her the one thing she wants, she gets it herself. . . . . . . . . . . 19 year old Giana is beautiful, sweet and convey's innocence. Giana is also bratty, spoiled and manipulative. What happens when she's sent to live with La Famigilia after her own family dies? She craves the one man she can't have. The man that is to take care of her. The man that will always give her what she wants, yet the same man that tells her she can't have him. But like the brat she is, she doesn't listen. . . . . . . . . . . - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Highest Ranks #1 in Spoiled #1 in Seduction #1 in SpoiledBrat

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭. ​ 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐭 (28), 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲". 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ​ 𝐀𝐭 (22), 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 "𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐧" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

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.

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"... ____________________________________ Cover- @Lady_whistleup

Mysterious figures, shrouded in disguise, Lost within the darkness, where truth often lies. #2 The Desi Psychopath Series Shubhveer Singh Gill is not just a typical busy Punjabi Criminal lawyer, but he also has a hidden side to him. He's like a devil in disguise, harboring dark and unknown desires. If something catches his attention, he's willing to do whatever it takes to obtain it, whether by fair means or foul. His job and family may be his main priorities, but there's a side of him that craves more, that's driven by his own personal desires. Anaya Shekhawat is the Princess of Rajasthan. She likes him and in order to remain close to him she becomes his law intern. However, in her leisure hours, she loves to write stories on wattpad. Criminal love stories. Twist arises when whatever crime she writes in her story, starts to happen in reality. And she becomes the prime suspect. Will he trust her? A symphony of crime paints the night, In a world so dark, our hearts take flight. ~:------ DISCLAIMER: I DON'T WRITE DARK ROMANCE, I WRITE PSYCHOPATHS IN LOVE. Read at your own risk.