𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 "I'M A CRIMINAL. SHE'S MY SIN. MY OBSESSION. MINE." _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She was a law student, transferred to Bangalore's best law university after completing one year in her hometown, Banaras. She had never been left alone, thanks to her overprotective brother. He was one of the world's finest bikers and a top-notch video gamer. He lived alone in Bangalore. At her sister's and friend's engagement, he met her - his friend's sister. Her brother, unaware of the danger, entrusted him with the responsibility of taking care of her for a few days. Little did he know, he was sending his sister straight into the obsessive world of a man people feared... a criminal. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She carried a chaotic, stubborn heart, yet never dared to break a rule. He was calm, calculated-and broke every damn rule. He's quiet destruction. She's blazing chaos. He's fire. She's ice. Both had dominating personalities. Both burned in each other's obsession - dark, relentless, and unstoppable. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ If you want to know more about them - his obsessive darkness, and her cheerful yet fierce spirit - dive into the world of their obsession, where love has already been left behind. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 18+

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

*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?

✨️[GETTING TRANSLATED]✨️ She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

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A girl; raised by a joint family, caged in a golden cage, her whole life revolves around her career but her family decided to break her dreams in every possible way. They said we are protecting you- protecting you from what? That's the mystery but it became a loop when her grandmother died and made her last wish "Tulsi ki shaadi meri dost ke pote se hi hogi" . These are the last words her grandmother said;and died. But the mystery is why she wants her to marry friend's grandson? Is that another loop hole? She was trying to figure it out? But it became more mysterious when her parents forced her in every possible way just to manipulate her. "I have the love ,and I'm not complaining Yet it isn't the shape my heart has drown-" What's her destiny? Interesting na? Read it now and dive into this mystery.

Vidyut ❤Aahana A story of two opposite soul Fell in love eventually. Vidyut:I will burn the world for you aahana but i can't lose you Aahana:I don't deserve your love i can't be yours. My destiny doesn't favour me to be yours. Ishaan ❤Ashika A story of two opposite personality Make them fell in love. Ishaan:you are mine sunshine no matter what I will do anything to make you mine. Ashika:I wanna be yours ishaan but my fate always ditch me Karan ❤ Ishika A story made to believe in love again. Karan:give me a chance to devour you my love and make you feel that why I love you. Ishika:can you accept me after knowing everything I think you deserve better Karan I don't deserve your love.

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Petalnprose (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 "𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 𝗩𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 the 26-year-old global magnate and Udaipur's prince, commands respect with a name ranking lies under the top 5 businessmen worldwide. Despite his business prowess, a past heartbreak has rendered him immune to love, forging a steely resolve that shields a complex and guarded heart. His journey weaves through the intricacies of duty, family loyalty, and an unwavering determination to protect against the vulnerabilities of emotional entanglements. 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘃, a vibrant 25-year-old princess, seamlessly blends tradition and modernity. Passionate about classical dance and adorned in silver Indian jewelry, she navigates royal obligations while preparing for UPSC exams. Behind her extroverted demeanor and infectious smile, she conceals the strength to hide anger and pain. A master of turning the tables, she ensures those who inflict harm taste the bitter medicine they serve. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I was looking for her when something eye-catching stopped me in my tracks-it was her. She was dressed in a beautiful saree, her hair half-tied with a gajra, the jingles of her anklets echoing softly. She danced gracefully under the moonlight, mesmerizing me. I stood there, leaning against the wall, staring at her in awe. Without thinking, I moved towards