[ 2 Book of Bride's Series ] She was born into privilege. He was born into power. And long before she could even say his name, she was promised to him. Priya Malhotra, the beloved sister of a powerful political family, only wanted freedom-a life away from family expectations, away from the shadows of her father's deals and her brothers' control. But her fate was sealed the moment she entered this world... when her hand was promised to Rahul Thakur, the heir of a dangerous mafia empire and her brother's best friend. To the world, Rahul is calm, respectful, loyal. To Priya, he is possessive, relentless, and terrifyingly obsessed. She wants choice. He only sees destiny. And in a world where promises are made in blood, can love ever be free?

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.

When Iris's father disappeared overnight, he didn't just leave behind his debts-he left her as collateral. Riven Vallar, the cold and brutal heir to the Vallar Mafia Empire, expected revenge, money, blood. Instead, he found a trembling girl with ice-blue eyes and nowhere to go. She became his prisoner. Then, his pawn. Now, she's being forced into marriage to protect a company that was never hers, under a man who treats her like a transaction. She doesn't love him. He doesn't want her. But power demands sacrifice. And she has no choice but to wear his ring.

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

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.

"You." her heart starts beating in ribcage like she had run a marathon, tounge were tied ,throat feels like desert like dry , mouth lost saliva ,pupils were dilated, toes are curling inwards ,palms were sweating ,loosing it's warmth & turning cold.A drop of warm salty liquid travel from her forhead to cheek. " What are you doing here ?" "I came to take you to the home." He said very calmly. "I am not going anywhere. My home is here where I am today , and I won't go anywhere . That home ,that chapter is closed long ago ,I won't let you open it again, " she mustered courage to stand up against him .She won't let him destroy what she has weaved with patience, hard work, and resilience. "That chapter is open ended, it will close when I wish ,how I wish . You are coming back with me, Smita, and I'll make sure to remind each and every detail of that chapter. " his words have finality as if he had sealed her future once again.His six feet tall figure towered to intimidate her, but she won't give in to his demands. "I won't go with you ,do whatever you want, but I won't go with you, Akshay.Never again,"she folds her hand near her below her breast, ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her little heaven. Abandoned wife is a raw , atmospheric love story set between the chaos of stardom and the stillness of mountain air. A tale of power, redemption, trauma, and the aching question: What happens when a man is loved only when he conquers-and a woman only when she yields