𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐙𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒁𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒓. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.