"I bared all of me to her and she embraced me like her own" "You and I exist as We in this Moment. I don't want anything else right now" ....................................................... "I'll love you? Hah, I would rather love a Raccoon then you" "And I will rather marry some fictional guy then you" "You're already married. To me" "I know right. Such a shame" "Shut up" "Make me" ........................................................ "I can't marry a man like you just because of the kiss" "I have to marry a man like you just because of the kiss" ........................................................ Abhimaan Kapoor, The Lawyer you would never want to mess with because he knows how to shut mouth just by one sentence. Or a lot of times just by his glare. Running the most successful Law Firm of States, he has build everything one would desire for. Yet the hunger of Success never satiate. He had it all under control. His work, his life, his emotions and his heart. Until.. Vrinda Shah, The one who can make your life heaven or hell, depending on the actions. A law graduate, who act first and then think. Sometimes it brings her good but once it bought her something which she never even thought of. A Marriage! Two people who made love as tough as anyone can yet as easy as someone could. Two people who were tied due to one action but who knew that sacred knot would open so many knots in their lives. It's Their Story from Lawfully Wedded, Hated and Loved.

# 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝟏𝟎 -𝟐𝟐/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When silence becomes a weapon, and survival becomes war- she must rise from ashes not just for herself, but for every soul still screaming in the dark. --- 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 X 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 After being kidnapped, tortured, and left with memories she can never erase, 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 returns to a world that has moved on without her. But she hasn't forgotten. Not the darkness. Not the monsters. Not the girls who died so she could escape. While her body heals in the quiet halls of Rathore Palace, her spirit remains fractured. And watching over her like a silent shadow is 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆-a man forged in steel, scarred by loyalty, and bound by secrets of his own. But healing isn't just rest and medicine. It's facing your nightmares. It's naming the devils in daylight. It's choosing justice, even if it burns your world down. With her daughter waiting at home... and ghosts still whispering in her ears... Will Ridhima have the strength to tear off her silence and speak for all those who never got the chance? Or will the past consume her before the truth can set her free? --- 🌺 READ TO FIND OUT. Do you believe a voice can become a weapon? Would you be brave enough to rise after everything was taken from you? 📖 ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY. FOLLOW FOR UPDATES. SHARE IF YOU BELIEVE IN SURVIVORS WHO BECOME WARRIORS. DO NOT COPY OR LEGAL ACTION WILL BE TAKEN AGAINST YOU. BE KIND

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.