"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

She was the innocent daughter of his greatest rival. He was a ruthless MLA who married her for one reason-revenge. Rayan Rajvansh never wanted a wife. He wanted her father's empire. Varnika Bhardwaj never imagined that the man she'd be forced to call her husband would become her greatest nightmare. He hated her surname. She couldn't even speak her truth. But when revenge turns into obsession, can the man who broke her become the one who protects her?

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 " 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 " "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙, 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙖. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨." 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚

𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦. (𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄) 🌻•------•🌻 ╰┈➤ 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔- 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (not by the leads) 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

She slapped him. He married her. That's how the war began. Kaashi Raghuvanshi is a crime journalist who has never known when to shut up...especially when a powerful man is standing in front of her. Rana Agastya Singh Rathore is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, heir to one of the country's most powerful families and a man who doesn't tolerate disrespect. Unfortunately for him, Kaashi doesn't tolerate men who think they're untouchable. One investigation. One mistake. One line crossed. And suddenly, the woman who spent her career exposing powerful men is standing beside the most powerful man she's ever hated... as his wife. He calls it revenge. She calls it war. But neither of them knows that their hatred was never entirely theirs. Someone has been watching. Someone has been manipulating the truth. And someone wanted Rana Agastya Singh Rathore and Kaashi Raghuvanshi together long before either of them even knew the other's name. Because this was never just a love story. It was a game. And they were both being played. 🖤

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Aarohi has lived her nineteen years in innocence, hidden away from the world, untouched by its chaos. Sheltered within her home, she has never questioned why her life feels more like a cage than a sanctuary why every choice she makes seems already decided for her. The answer has a name: Veer Rathore. Powerful, ruthless, and dangerously possessive, Veer has loved Aarohi long before she even drew her first breath. To him, she is not just a girl she is destiny, a fragile soul he marked as his own since the moment of her birth. Her parents bow to his will, her life bends to his command, and every gaze, every smile, every heartbeat belongs to him alone. But Aarohi's innocence is both her beauty and her curse. As she begins to awaken to the truth of Veer's obsession, she finds herself torn between the comfort of his protection and the terror of his control. To Veer, love means possession. To Aarohi, love may mean losing herself. In a world where freedom is forbidden and desire is a chain, will she surrender to the man who has built her cage or fight for a life that is truly her own?

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝟏 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 returns to India expecting a fresh start. Instead, she walks into a past that refuses to stay buried. Her childhood was never as perfect as it seemed. Whispers, silences, and memories she was never allowed to keep. Now, everything feels off. Familiar places feel distant. And there's a constant, unsettling feeling that someone is watching her. Then there's 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚. Dangerous. Unavoidable. Looking at her like she belongs to a past she can't remember. He shows up everywhere. Especially when she's breaking. Protecting her without permission. Controlling what he shouldn't. Refusing to let her go. Isha hates him for it. Until she discovers the truth- her life is being decided behind closed doors. And Ahaan already knew. But he's not the only one hiding something. Because someone else is watching her too. Closer than she thinks. As betrayal cuts deep and her memories begin to slip, Isha is forced to face a terrifying reality. She's forgetting. And in a world where she can't trust her past, her mind, or the people around her.. she has to decide- Is Ahaan the one destroying her.. or the only one standing between her and something far worse? {MATURE}

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?