"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

✦ The Sinful Vows ✦ ❝ 🔥 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 🔥 ❞ 💔 Arohi Verma never imagined that her life would be reduced to a bargaining chip. But when she is forced into a ruthless marriage, she finds herself bound to Rudra Singh Rathore-the most feared and untouchable mafia king in Mumbai. 💀 Cold-blooded. Merciless. Powerful beyond limits. 🔥 Rudra is a man who does not forgive... and Arohi's family has committed the ultimate sin. Now, she will pay the price. 🕊️ To him, she is nothing more than a pawn-one he will break, own, and mold into submission. 🌹 But Arohi is not the fragile flower he expected. Behind her innocent eyes burns a fire strong enough to scorch him. ⚔ She fears him. He hates her. But the more he tries to break her, the more she tempts the monster inside him. 💣 And when the line between hate and obsession blurs... there will be 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. ❝ 🔥 "You were forced to be my bride. But make no mistake... now, you are mine." 🔥 ❞

He's the man she should run from... but her heart refuses to obey. He's a healer by day... and a hunter by night. Dr. Utsav Mehrotra is celebrated worldwide as a brilliant heart surgeon-charming, disciplined, untouchable. But beneath the white coat lies a man who rules an empire built on secrets, shadows, and blood. She's a star who burns too bright for her own good. Maya Shekhawat, Bollywood's fiery songbird, lives life on her own terms. Until the night she collides with a stranger at her best friend's wedding-a stranger whose icy touch threatens to ignite her entire world. He warns her to stay away. He tries to break her spirit. But Maya refuses to bow. When she dares to follow him into the darkness, she uncovers a truth that should have stayed buried: Their souls are bound by a past drenched in fire and betrayal. They loved once. They burned once. And they died for it. This time? It's not about love. It's about vengeance. A dangerous obsession. A love that's as destructive as it is undeniable. And a slow burn that will leave nothing but ashes behind. You don't fall for a demon and survive. But what if you already belong to him? --- 💔 If you're reading this, you're my kind of chaos. Hit that ⭐, drop a comment, and let's set this world on fire together.

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐐 × 𝐙𝐈𝐘𝐀 | 𝟑𝟎 × 𝟏𝟗 He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ────────── Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

******** "You like being tied up, don't you?" he taunts, his mouth near my ear. "So I can uncover every secret you keep buried. So you can pretend to resist when your body is begging for me?" "What are you doing?" I cry out, my voice cracking. "You said you'd only touch me if I wanted it!" His gaze sears into mine. "Your body does want it, love. More than you'll ever admit. It's my right-my duty as your soon to be husband-to give you what you crave." 18+‼️‼️ ******** In a crowded nightclub, our gazes lock across the chaos. One look is all it takes-his presence is magnetic, dangerous. Broad shoulders, eyes like a predator, and an aura that warns me he is not a man I should ever want. Yet I can't stop the way my pulse races. A week later, fate puts him in my path again at a glittering event. I should've turned away. Instead, I stayed-and saw the truth with my own eyes. I watched him end a life without hesitation. The mysterious stranger isn't just a man. He's the ruthless kingpin of India's most feared cartel. And once he notices me, his obsession is relentless. But I am not a bargaining chip. I will not be sold off to cover my father's debts. I will not be broken the way my mother was. So I run. Only he hunts what's his. And to him, I already am. What the devil wants... the devil takes. ⸻ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark, mature dark romance. The hero is possessive, violent, and at times irredeemable. This story includes explicit content, graphic themes, and situations that may be disturbing or offensive to some readers. Recommended for readers 18+ only.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

"He didn't just love her-he worshipped her." Cunning. Ruthless. Dangerous. Atharv Ranawat is the underworld king-a feared and powerful billionaire CEO. The devil himself. He is a man made of power and blood, the kind the world bends to, quietly, brutally, and without mercy. He never wanted to marry until the girl who once saved his life turned out to be his vowed bride. The daughter of his rival. He didn't believe in love, but he felt something for her he couldn't explain. She stole his soul without permission. But his love wasn't simple-it was obsessive. Possessive. Dark. And she was all his now. He wasn't letting her go. Not this time. Not ever. Innocent. Alluring. Sharp. Aashvi Mehrotra is a software engineer-and one of the best hackers in disguise. Unfortunately, her family's pawn. All she ever wanted was care and love. Marrying someone she didn't love was never in her plan. But falling for the devil? Even worse. Trapped in a forgotten contract she never signed, she walks into his world of power, obsession, and control. Maybe she'd survive him. Maybe she'd save him. And maybe... She'd teach the devil what it means to love- without chains. Without control.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.