.its ongoing guyss ~ She was forced into the marriage But he? He was already obsessed. Anika Vaidya was innocence personified - soft-spoken, kind-hearted, untouched by the filth of his world. So Rudra Singh Rathore did what monsters do best. He didn't woo her. He took her. Now she's in his mansion, wearing his name... and fighting every breath he steals from her. "Let me go," she whispered, eyes burning with defiance. He smirked, caging her between the wall and his chest. "Go where, jaan? You belong right here... under me." She calls it a prison. He calls it home. He doesn't need her love. He needs her obedience - her trembling, her silence, her surrender. "I hate you," she hissed, shoving at his chest. "Good," he whispered against her lips, "because I hate waiting. And tonight, you won't have a choice." This isn't a love story. It's obsession wrapped in sindoor, sealed with vows, and dripping with sin. And the more she resists... the darker he becomes. ⚠️ Possessive husband. Forced vows. Steamy tension. Read only if you're ready for dangerous love that breaks all rules. ~!! "I want a divorce," she said again - firmer this time. He didn't move. Rudra Singh Rathore sat at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you." she said. he looked up . slowly . Then, that damned smirk curved across his lips. "Divorce?" "Come here, Anika. I'll give it to you." I blinked. "What-" Before I could move, his book dropped with a thud and in three steps he had gripped my wrist, yanked me forward, and dragged me across the room. "Rudra!" I gasped. He threw open the bathroom door - wide, revealing the foggy mirrors and marble counter - and slammed it shut behind us, locking it with a click that sounded far too final. "You want divorce?" he whispered, nose brushing my jawline. "Then take it from here.,jaan!" "You want freedom?" he whispered. "Beg for it. But not with words. With moans."

#Book1 in Mafia Romance Series 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: To all the girls out there who secretly wish for a morally grey man to turn their world upside down. ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Veeranshu Singhaniya: His name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of his enemies. CEO of the Singhaniya Group and the formidable head of the Phantom Legion Mafia, Veeranshu fears no one-except his mother. A ruthless perfectionist with a commanding presence, he values his family and siblings deeply, though his love is often masked in discipline. In his world, love is a distraction-until it isn't. If he sets his eyes on something... or someone... he will make them his by any means necessary-hook or crook. Akshara: An orphan girl with a heart full of innocence, kindness, and quiet dreams. Akshara is the embodiment of grace and gentleness. Living under the roof of cruel relatives who treat her like a burden, her only solace lies in painting and dancing. She's a college student struggling to find a job and a way out. But what happens when her path crosses with the most dangerous man of the underworld? Will she manage to escape the dark pull of Veeranshu Singhaniya, or will she become his most prized possession-forever trapped in the cage of his obsession?

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.