જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

❖Childhood lovers to Enemies to Lovers "I hate you." I whispered, my voice shaking as my back hit the cold wall, entirely trapped by his towering frame."I hate you so much it hurts." He didn't flinch. He simply leaned in, his dark, unhinged eyes dropping to my trembling lips. "Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my racing pulse. "Hate me, Riya. Despise me. Scream it at me. Because hate is still a passion. It means your blood is boiling for me. You can hate me for the rest of your life, sweetheart, but you will do it as my wife." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TERE ISHQ MAIN: A Tale of Dark Obsession ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Vivaan Singhania is the ruthless, untouchable heir to a royal dynasty and the CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire. He hides his lethal, unhinged nature behind a charming smile. He gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And the only thing he has ever truly wanted... is her. Riya is just a normal university student trying to survive her assignments, drink her cheap canteen tea, and keep her broken heart entirely hidden. She thought she had successfully escaped her past. But when her best friend accidentally marries into the Mumbai mafia, Riya is dragged straight back into the crosshairs of the man who ruined her trust years ago. She hates him for breaking her heart. He will completely burn the world to ashes just to see her smile. In a dangerous game of hidden royal legacies, underworld wars, and undeniable attraction, Riya is about to learn a terrifying truth: you cannot run from a man who has already decided you belong to him. 🎀 Author's Note: Welcome to the Singhania Empire! This is the 2nd book in the His Beautiful Punishment series. While it can absolutely be read as a completely standalone novel, I highly recommend reading His Beautiful Punishment (Aarav & Priyanshi's story) first to fully understand everything.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈