Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

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.

"Jojo, I love you" she said "Tara, you are just 15" I said "No!! until I will turn 18, you will find someone else" she said "No, I won't" I said with a smile "Promise???" she asked forwarding her hand "Promise SUNSHINE" I promised taking her hand _______________________________________ " That son of a b*tch, AT " I hissed looking at my bleeding hand. "Oh my god!!! your hand is bleeding so much" came an angelic voice which broke my chain of thoughts. I turned around and saw the most beautiful woman, just like an angel. . "Are you alright?" came the angel's voice I just nodded still mesmerized by her beauty. Suddenly, she took my rough hands in her soft ones and tied a handkerchief around it. "Now it's better!" she said with a smile which made my heart flutter with unknown emotions. "Taraksha Sharma" she extended her hand "Kabir Rathod" I said with a smile that I myself don't know existed. "Please take care Kabir! Bye!" She said and went away. Not so soon angel, not so soon You will be mine, just mine Because BEAUTY belongs only to her BEAST. ________________________________________ "Nice to meet you Mr. Rajvansh" "Same here Mr. Rathod, So, where is your fiance?" "Oh! she is just coming" "Ohh! Ok" "Hello Mr. Rajvansh" I turned around and my world stopped. "Tara" ________________________________________ There are some scenes that may trigger you. So, read-only if you are comfortable. Cover- @Lady_whistleup

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

She was just a junior event planner trying to save her job. He was the British billionaire who let her mistake him for someone else. On purpose. Now she's his fake girlfriend. One year. Clear boundaries. No feelings involved. Except nothing about Zyran Wilson follows the rules. Disha is impulsive, clumsy, and talks too much when she's nervous. Basically, a walking disaster wrapped in a blue kurta. Zyran is controlled, calculated, and speaks in sentences shorter than her attention span. Cold on the surface. Something else entirely underneath. He doesn't do unpredictable. But she keeps surprising him. She's terrified of losing everything. But he makes her forget why she was scared. --- What happens when a contract written by a contract.. meets a heart that refuses to read the fine print? When the man who never lets anyone close... lets her in? When the woman who hides her anxiety behind humor... finds herself exposed?