Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝑅𝑜𝑚-𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ❀ I never thought my life would be tied to him - the man who is my complete opposite. Where I am shadows and silence, he is light and laughter. I have spent years trapped in my past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade, while he moves through life effortlessly, bringing joy to those around him. But me? I only bring pain. I hurt those who get too close, whether I mean to or not. And now, the cruel twist of fate has bound me to someone I despise - my academic rival. The one person I have never been able to stand. We have spent years at each other's throats, never backing down, never conceding. So why? Why the hell would he want to marry me? What game is he playing? Fine. If he thinks he can handle me, he's wrong. Now that we're married, I'll make sure he regrets every single moment of it. 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ❀ What the hell was she thinking? Did she really think she could walk away from me? I warned her. Told her not to go through with that marriage. But she never listened. Four years. Four damn years by my side - challenging me, pushing limits. And now? She actually thought she could marry someone else? That she could belong to another man? That she could live a life that didn't include me? Hell no. If she was so determined to ruin my patience, I'd return the favor. That's why I did the only thing I could - I kidnapped her and made her mine. Now, she has no choice but to stay. And I? I will make sure she suffers for daring to think she could ever escape me. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.