story starts with a girl name tara who is a orphan live with her uncle aunty who torchure her. she fall in love with a powerful Mafia business man Dev pratap singh. but fades have diffrent plans later he marries her but not for love but for revenge he mistaken her with enemy's daughter. he tortures her for a month and after a month he get knows truth....

#2 in YOU series UTKARSH x SAKSHI "Utkarsh, how do you justify locking me in our bedroom?" My voice trembled, drained from yet another argument that seemed to go nowhere. He stood across the room, his eyes dark. "I did what I had to... to keep you safe!" he snapped, as if raising his voice made it noble. I blinked, heart pounding. "Safe? You locked me in, Utkarsh. You kept me prisoner in our own home. I missed a crucial meeting because of your jealousy!" "Oh, right," he scoffed. "Your precious meetings. That's what matters most to you?" "Don't twist this!" I snapped. "This isn't about a meeting. This is about you trying to control me for the past four months. This isn't love anymore it's toxic." He turned away, voice low, bitter. "You always make me the villain. Sakshi, agar tum meri ek baat maan leti, toh yeh sab nahi hota." I stared at him, "I can't keep sacrificing parts of myself just to keep you from exploding." He didn't answer. Tears filled my eyes. "Being with you used to feel like home. Now it feels like a prison. I can't breathe here anymore." His voice cracked. "You don't mean that sunshine." "I do," I whispered. "I'm done." His face fell, then twisted with rage, and without a word, he stormed out. 3:12 A.M. He still hadn't come home. Utkarsh never stayed out late not without calling. Not like this. Worried, I checked the old tracking app we never deleted. His location blinked at Hotel Le Grand. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe he was safe. I had to be sure. The hotel staff gave me the key without question. Room 407. I opened the door. There he was. Utkarsh. Naked. Asleep. With his arm wrapped around her, his secretary. Her head on his chest. Their clothes scattered. Lipstick on the wineglass. They didn't even try to hide it. My breath caught. The man I'd worried about was already gone. I closed the door quietly behind me. I had worried about him. Loved him. But this time, I walked away for me.

She sat on the bed with anger in a red lehanga under the veil. " Angel, you can't change your fade. just accept it from today you belongs to me only me." he whisperd in her ear while pulling her closer. " i will run away from this fucking hell whenever i got any chance" she yelled with anger. " Then i will make sure you don't be even able to walk after this night " he said with smirk and crushed his lips to her. *⁠･↝*⁠･↝*⁠･↝*⁠･☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ --- Sarah Singh A 20-year-old, 5'5" college girl. Extroverted, funny, savage, and a total baddie. She has serious anger issues and absolutely cannot tolerate anyone trying to control her. Sarah is the kind of girl who speaks her mind without fear. She doesn't care what people think and never bows down to anyone. And the thing she hates the most? Men who pretend to be something they're not. ---- Rudraksh Singhaniya A 29-year-old, 6'1" mafia businessman. Cold as ice. Ruthless. Dangerous. And devilishly handsome. He rules the business world with an iron fist, and everyone fears the dark side of his temper. Because once Rudraksh Singhaniya loses his anger... there's no stopping him. Devil X Angel MML: Obsessed with FFL But what happens when fate forces them into a marriage neither of them wanted? What happens when a ruthless mafia king forcefully marries a wild, untamed girl? Will Sarah ever accept him as her husband? Or will their fiery tempers destroy everything before love even has a chance? And most importantly... Will Rudraksh be able to control his anger... or survive Sarah's? ---

Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.