Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

The time stoped just looking into his eyes .... sitting beside me on vivaah mandap is my would be husband .. whom i am looking for the first time ... No i m not from some old era its just i didn't wanted to se him before marriage as i turst my family that they choose best for me .. and they truely choosed the best for me .. he i a IPS officer .. very handsome dream of every girl , i am looking so small in front of his tall muscular frame and aura of dont mess with me .. i dont have words to thank god for giving me a husband like him... ..................................................................... Is was caught by two musculer arm from behind .. please leave me naa; someone will come ... not untill you say what is want to hear from you.. please ji i tried to release myself from his arms .. in that proces i lost my balance with both fell on the bed with him on top of me .. i blushed with this closeness . hey guys this is story of an Indian girl the journey of her marriage .....