☆☆☆☆☆☆A Dark Romance Book☆☆☆☆☆ TROPES ●Contract Marriage. ○Forced Marriage. ○Both Fell together and harder. ☆EnemiesToLovers ●Mature Scene. ○Bre@st Kink. ●Touch him or her die. ○Strong and Sassy FL. ●Possessive &Obsessive ML. ○Mafia. ●Dark Romance. ○Mystery. ☆Hate to Love... Many More............ Warning-This Book Contain mature scene

Miya grew up in far away in United states of America. Her mother died when she born and her father hates her whole existance he only love money Now year later she arrived in India She know she have half-brothers and their family but she didnt want to burden them But the half-brothers and their family nobody even know she is born they thought she is died no her father told everyone she is dead Now she escaped her father home and arrived in India to start a new life But what will happen when her half-brothers and family will know about her ?

SCHEDULE: After every two or three days 🩷 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [MY FIRST BOOK!!!] Shadows Of Sin & Sindoor - BOOK 1: Crimson & Chaos CRIMSON & CHAOS:- a tale of fire, fury and the love that bloomed in between. • Enimies-to-lovers • CEO x Medical student • Unsolved tension + dark secrets • She claimed to hate him. And so did he 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 was the girl he couldn't stand. Too proud. Too opinionated. Too... unforgettable. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 was the man she loved to hate. Too arrogant. Too dangerous. Too... damn magnetic Their families were close. Their fights were legendary. But hate? Hate never looked like stolen glances, clenched jaws and burning silences. It didn't feel like racing heartbeats when he brushed past her. Or sleepless nights after one glance... The man who claimed to hate her started watching too closely. And the girl who swore she'd never fall for him, already did. But Ishaan had secrets. The kind dipped in blood and wrapped in lies. And Saanvi? She was about to become his favourite sin. Slow burn. Sharp banter. Mafia danger. Soft vulnerable. If you're into 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 style obsession, chaotic families and jealousy that burns, then this one is for you!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Enjoyyy 💟🎀 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

Love, when written in red, is never pure. It's wild. It's consuming. It's Laal Ishq - the kind that leaves behind scars instead of promises. Scars of Desire isn't just a story - it's a symphony of seven hearts, seven fates, and the one emotion powerful enough to destroy them all: love. Each of the Oberoi brothers carries his own past - hidden wounds wrapped in silence, power, and pride. But when love enters their world, it doesn't come softly. It comes as fire, as sin, as redemption. Their stories aren't of roses and rain - they're of battles between heart and duty, of passion that defies logic, and of desire that leaves a mark no time can fade. Some will love until they bleed. Some will fight what they feel. And some will learn that the most dangerous thing in their empire isn't the power they hold - it's the woman who makes them fall. In a world built on control, they'll learn that love isn't a weakness. It's the deepest scar... and the sweetest surrender. Laal Ishq: Scars of Desire - where every love story burns differently, but every flame leaves the same mark._ ---

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.