It is a story of a young billionaire who falls in love with a girl. Later he forced her to marry him. She is exactly opposite of him. He is handsome but scary. She never wanted marry him. Now the question is what is the future of their marriage. Abhimaan Singh Rathore The most powerful man of India. He belongs to a royal family of India. They ruled the whole country. They are the most powerful people of this country. They have many companies. He is the owner of Rathore industries.He has connections with underworld. He is handsome and has muscular body with 6'1 height. He is 28 years old. He is cruel , cold-hearted , dominating , manipulative , possessive and workaholic. Roohi Sharma She is shy, introvert, soft spoken , kind-hearted girl. She is not that attractive but has cute face with beautiful eyes. She is 23 years old with 5'1 height. She completed her studies . She is looking for a job now. She belongs to a middle class family.

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎ She is a chatterbox He is a listener She is childish He is mature She is passionate He is supportive She is impatient He is patient or is he? . . . VARENYA MUKHERJEE A junior resident doctor from a small town in West Bengal who lives with her aunt after losing her parents in a tragic house fire. Once a brilliant student with dreams of becoming a gynecologist, Varenya also fell deeply in love with her senior believing he was the one she would spend her life with. But six years ago, something devastating shattered her world, altering the course of her life forever. KAVYANSH SINGH RATHORE A renowned writer and the successful CEO of AV Publishing House. Kavyansh is also the Prince of the Rajput clan in Rajasthan. Despite being the eldest son of his family, he has no interest in claiming the throne. He was once a cheerful man, passionately in love with his junior. But a life altering event six years ago changed everything, steering his life down a completely different path. Two souls: once madly in love, were torn apart by a cruel twist of fate. But destiny has its own plans. Years later, their paths will cross once again, forcing them to confront the past they left behind. Will love, patience, and unwavering dedication be enough to reunite them and complete the journey that remained unfinished? Join Varenya and Kavyansh in a story of love, loss, and fate where time may have separated them but destiny always finds a way. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."