𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✰─── ✻✻─-─✰ Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounded soul, turning your desire for escape into a haunting reality of confinement. ❆ In his darkened soul, her presence is an unwelcome light, yet now a haunting solace. Obsession ignites within him, a consuming flame so fierce he'd set the world ablaze, all for the chance to possess her completely, nothing matters to him not even her consent. ✴✼✴ "I hate you." she whispered Her defiance, though faint, cut through the heavy air, a final stand against the man who had just bound her life to his with twisted vows. Ekaksh heard it, but his expression remained unmoved, his obsession too deep, too dark, to be shaken by her hatred. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her lifeless form as he walked toward the car. To the world, she was now his wife To her, he was nothing less than her captor. _____________ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? _________________________________________

I hate her. But I love her a little too much in desi fits. Draped in elegance, she walks toward me. And as I sit in the wedding aisle, surrounded by rituals and vows I never asked for, she becomes the only thing my eyes can see. Astara Bharadw- No. MRS. ASTARA PARISKSHIT RAGHUVANSHI My soon-to-be wife. The one person I claim to despise. And yet, her mere existence makes my heart betray me. That is what I hate most about her. This marriage was never her choice. It wasn't fate's either. It was mine. I planned it. I arranged it. I told the world it was two powerful families coming together. The Bharadwajs and the Raghuvanshis. A union built on tradition, respect, and old expectations. That part was true. What I didn't say was this-I couldn't let her be someone else's wife. I knew everything about her. Her habits. Her fears. The way she goes quiet when she's hurt. I watched from a distance long before I stood beside her at the altar. She sits beside me, and the first thing I notice is her hand, extended as the pandit asks. Her palm. Her palm is adorned with intricate henna-dark, impossibly dark. How? I never loved her. Then why is her mehndi this deep? The thought cuts sharp. Did she write another man's name on her skin? My jaw tightens at the thought. That made me twist my neck. If she did, that man is already dead in my mind. Because whether I want it or not, once something becomes mine, it belongs only to me. ONLY MINE. ................🪷................ To know what happened next, step into the pages of this book. I promise-you'll feel every heartbeat 💗✨

Some people are meant to remain strangers. Some lives are meant to pass each other without ever crossing. Some names are meant to exist in separate worlds, never spoken in the same breath, never written on the same page. It took two lives that were never meant to meet and placed them in the same story. Not by chance. Not by accident. But by choice. Fate does not always bring people together to give them something. Sometimes, it brings them together to take everything away. And when their worlds collide, it will not be a gentle crossing of paths. It will be the beginning of something neither of them was supposed to face. One life will step into the other's world. One existence will disturb the order of another. And a meeting that should have never happened will become the first crack in everything they once knew. They were never meant to meet... Yet fate made sure they did. They were never meant to know each other's names... Yet fate wrote them into the same chapter. They were never meant to become part of each other's lives... Yet fate brought them together anyway. Why? Because perhaps some meetings are not written to create something beautiful. Perhaps some encounters exist for one purpose alone... to destroy. And when fate decides that two strangers must cross paths, who are they to stop it? After all, the cruelest games are the ones destiny begins long before its victims realize they are already playing. 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑨𝑹𝑬 | 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

Some debts are paid in blood. Zayran Malik chose a different currency. Aayat Raichand has spent her career inside the minds of dangerous men. She never expected to live in one's house. When her father is arrested on charges she knows in her bones are wrong, Aayat has exactly forty-eight hours and zero options. The man sitting across from her with an unsigned contract and her father's freedom in his hands is Zayran Malik, feared mafia king, renowned trauma surgeon, and the last person on earth she would choose. The terms are simple. Marry him. One year. No questions about his business. No contact with her father. She signs. Their marriage is a cold war conducted in expensive rooms. He is controlled where she expected cruelty. Distant where she expected dominance. He gives her space she didn't ask for and draws lines she cannot cross. She studies him the way she studies every dangerous thing carefully, clinically, from a safe distance. The distance doesn't hold. Because the longer Aayat lives inside Zayran's silence, the more she finds things that don't add up. Not just about her father's case. About him. About the grief he carries like a second skeleton. About the way he looks at her sometimes... like she is something he has been waiting a very long time to lose. She is a forensic psychologist. She knows what a man hiding something looks like. She just isn't prepared for what he's hiding. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Cruel Devotion is a dark romance about a forced marriage, a buried truth, and a love so carefully concealed it nearly destroyed everything it was trying to protect. Some monsters are made by grief. Some are made by the wrong kind of trust. And some were never monsters at all.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.

How does it feels to see the love of your life getting engaged to someone who destroyed your entire life. Shivantika kapoor X Avyaan rajvanshi Two grumpy characters who fell in love imagining their life to be filled with bloomy and love. Will they live together happily ever after or destiny will plays it's role to make them fall apart ? He destroyed her and now will she go to any end to take her revenge or forgive him just like any another girl?

"𝑯𝒖𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒆𝒌 𝒒𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒈𝒂." 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢 (𝟑𝟒) was the very image of perfection, the man who reigned over the corporate world with power and poise, the devoted son who carried the weight of his family's pride, the elder brother his cousins adored and admired. To the world, he was flawless. But behind the fortress of his silence, he guarded a secret... a secret that bore the name of the only woman his heart had ever chosen. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐳 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐚 𝐐𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢 (𝟐𝟕) had spent her life yearning for her parents' gaze, chasing shadows of affection that never reached her. She obeyed, she endured, she silenced her own desires, yet love never found her in their eyes. And so, she stopped expecting it, burying her longing in quiet resignation. What she did not know was that somewhere, in the depths of a man's heart, she was cherished beyond measure, loved with a fire stronger than blood, stronger than destiny itself. 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: -𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 -𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 -𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 -𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 -𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝑴𝑪𝒔 -𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂 -𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 -𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 "He loved quietly, she lived freely, and love found them in between."

Mishika Jaiswal has always lived in fear-of raised voices, of clenched fists, of a home that never felt like one. When her father forces her into an arranged marriage, she obeys, hoping for an escape, only to find herself bound to a man whose rage reminds her too much of the past she longs to forget. Anirudh Mehrotra is feared in boardrooms and whispered about in hushed tones. His anger has chased away every woman his parents tried to tie him to-until now. Mishika doesn't run. She doesn't cower. But she does flinch, and that single act shakes something inside him he never knew existed. He wasn't meant to love. She wasn't meant to hope. She fears the fire in his eyes. He fears the ghosts in hers. She flinches at his anger. He shatters at her silence. Bound by silence and obligation, their marriage was never meant to be more than a contract. Yet, somewhere between his fury and her quiet strength, something begins to shift. Can a man consumed by rage learn to protect the only person who truly sees him? Can fire and glass coexist without one shattering the other? Or will he end up destroying the only woman who ever looked beyond his wrath? Perhaps love isn't their weakness-perhaps, it's their only way to survive. (This book is set to begin either in the last week of July or the first week of August.)