STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

She thought she had escaped. A new country, a new name, a child she swore to protect - yet every heartbeat still carried his shadow. He was never gone. He let her believe in freedom, let her build her fragile world, only to shatter it when he returned - broken, scarred, but more dangerous than ever. Because his ruin is only another cage, and she and her child have always belonged inside it. She built a new life. He built a new cage. ---

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

Some men collect art. He collects what isn't for sale. And once he decides something is his... he doesn't let it go. When an art curator crosses paths with a man who exists behind wealth, silence, and secrets, one mistake becomes a contract she can't escape. Now she's trapped in a world of luxury and danger with a man who doesn't just want her obedience... he wants to possess her. Completely. Once he sees you... it's over.

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

She was never meant to cross his path. Promised to another man... Tara lived in a world where love was gentle and safe. But Rudra Sinha was not a man who believed in gentle. The moment he saw her, something twisted inside him. Possession. He didn't care that she was engaged. He didn't care that she feared him. Because in his world- what he wanted... he took. And now, he wanted her. What begins as a dangerous obsession slowly turns into something darker, deeper... and far more destructive. Because Rudra doesn't just want Tara. "You don't get to choose who you belong to, Tara... I already decided that for you." "That ring on your finger? It's temporary. I'm not." "You were his mistake... and my correction." He wants to own her... break her... and make her his in every possible way. ✩ Some desires are sinful... his is unforgivable. ✩

"You think you can just look past me, Pearls. You think you are safe in the dark. But I can twist your reality until you forget your own name. I will make you doubt your own mind. I will make you question every breath you take. Until the only truth you have left in this world... is me. I am going to become your entire fucking reality. And I will tear your quiet life apart before I ever let you walk away." - Tristan Virelle _____ To the Elite of Ardencrest, Tristan Virelle is the Shadow Prince. He is a quiet, lethal illusionist who ruins minds without ever raising his voice. To Iris, he is just a broken boy standing in her way. She is a Ghost Tier student who wants to be completely invisible. She has absolutely no idea she just challenged a master manipulator. Tristan is a predator raised on lies. Fascinated by her icy control, he traps Iris in his web. He uses his dark psychological games to make her doubt her own sanity. He expects her to crack. He expects her to run. But Iris does not flinch. She is the absolute zero to his chaos. And she is quietly holding the one secret that could burn his empire to the ground. He built a flawless mental cage to make her his pawn. But the Shadow Prince played the wrong girl. He isn't destroying her reality. She is the only thing holding his together. And he will burn his own empire down just to stay at her feet. _______ "The Shadow Prince | 18+" is the fourth book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}