#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )