"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #35 Dark romance

"You. Have. To. Marry. Me.. whether willingly or forcefully." He spoke through gritted teeth Kanika closed her eyes to bare the pressure on her wrist. It was just too much now, this arrogant control freak jerk was making her life fall apart.. she can't let him do that. "No, I Will Not. Everything can't be always your way Mr Kapoor. Bloody leave my hand. " Trying to calm his raging temper, he inhaled a long breath and placed his lips on her ears, " I always get what I want sweetheart and you are the very beginning of all my desires. So next time don't push the thin line that am already on. You are going to be mine.. if not by choice then be it Forcefully. Forcefully Mine. ".. and with that he bit her earlobe making her yelp *****************

"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was holding mine and the umbrella. It was cold but the grip was tight. Once again my knees were weak and my cheeks felt warmer but the cold breeze kept hitting me. "I'm sorry, okay?" He mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. His dark eyes kept burning into mine. His cold hand cupped my jaw. He gazed my jaw with his cold finger tips, and I unknowingly leaned into his touch again. His hand was cold but I could feel his warm breath from this close. I never believed time could stop until this moment when I have my eyes pierced into his standing dangerously close and not able to look away. He brushed his fingertips through the outline of my jaw and moved upwards to my cheekbone and then to my lips. and I closed my eyes at his touch whimpering. "Anaaya" he said in a painful whisper and I could nearly feel his warm breath hitting the bridge of my nose even more and I could feel it with a hint of fruity smell. "Aryan" I whimpered. I felt his presence even much closer and I was weak in my senses. My mind almost blank, my heart racing and my nerves tingling. ************** Anaaya is an awkward, Introvert Tomboy. Aryan is playful, hot and adventurous. Who was her bestfriend, but moved away a long time ago. After a few rough and traumatic events, Anaaya hates Aryan. And loses faith in friendship, relationships and love. When their paths cross again, She drives him crazy, he annoys her. But they can't stay way from eachother. Can they be falling for each other? And there's her hot crush. Love is never simple. Can it be more complicated?

The Indian Wife: The Billionaire's Wife https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07X1CJRVF/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_fNFzDbDTAMR7P Published as an E-book on Amazon Kindle Anika, a lively girl heading from the city of Joy itself, never knew anything else other than hoping to take on the business from her father someday. But when a very handsome, rich and equally arrogant Billionaire Mr. Evander Westbrook, laid his eyes on her, her life turns upside down. He wanted her at any cost problem is only one, she is already engaged to be married to a boy of her father's choice. But When Evander Westbrook wants something, he gets that. Whether it is a place, a thing or a Person. He will do anything and everything in his power to make her his, even if it means making her his bride. "You think you can hide your pain from me, but I can see your reality. I can see past your smiles. Just like I saw you the day we met for the first time. The day I met you, I promised myself that, I will make you mine." I smiled at that as I helped him get up. And then I made him sit on the bench nearby. "You succeeded I am yours now" I said. He shook his head in no "I don't think so Angel, because you will never ever surrender yourself to me willingly. You hesitate even before taking my shirt to wear to bed. Instead you wore the night suit." How silly he can be? Is that really matters? He married me. I am his for rest of my life. Follow two hearts on a journey that will make you laugh, make you cry, even make you Nostalgic sometimes. Follow Evan and Anika, as they know the true meaning of relationship, love and marriage in the tale called The Indian Wife

He griped my arm so hard i screamed in pain. It will leave bruises. "I'd be careful with my words if i were you. You can't say whatever you want in my house, let alone insult me. If you ever do that again you'll be condemned to death." His deathly words made me realized i can't expected what he would do to me, what he was capable of. I tried to get away from his grip. His grim demeanor made me opened my eyes wide. This is the real him. This is James Black. He was the only one i should scared of. This proved what everyone's been telling, the cruelest man alive. Even worse, he was the monster. "You will not sleep or eat in this house until you know how to place yourself and have some respect." He said more like an order. He turned his back and talk with the two guys at the door. "Take her to the backyard, let her sleep outside." Then walked away. Will Cassandra Pearce survive from the vicious cold-hearted billionaire James Black ?