𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

Dhruv x roohi 🦋 Two childhood enemies, bound by an unwanted marriage-forced into a bond neither of them wanted. __________________________________________________________ 🔞🔞🔞🔞

Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love. The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago. Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice. One look, and something violent awakens in him. He calls it hate. She calls him insane. His Dadi calls it destiny. He accuses her of being a gold-digger. She slaps him with her calm, angelic smile and walks away. So he does what any ruthless, obsessed billionaire would do, He traps her. Fake heart attack. Forced engagement. Blackmail. A mandir wedding under the eyes of Devi Maa herself. Now she wears his ring, his sindoor, his initial on the thin gold kamarband that hugs her tiny waist. And every night he reminds her, roughly, mercilessly, worshipfully, that angels don't belong in hell... But he will burn the world to keep her in his. A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 While I was convinced that I owned this game, my wife stood by me in her 6 inch-high heels, screaming that she, too, owned it. A story in which the female lead is as lethal as the male lead. She used to have feelings for her older brother's best friend. She expresses her feelings to him, but he rejects her, calling her a kid. Five years later, she is no longer the 'kid' he rejected; instead, she is one of India's most powerful businesswoman. He is a filthy-rich heir, and she is a wealthy heiress. He believes that love does not exist, yet her love for him has become an obsession. Thus she can go to any length to win him. They sign a marriage contract not because he loves her, but because he wants to use her to secure power. Hence all the exuberant lives of the couples feign in front of the public could be contrary in actuality. ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK