HIS DARK LOVE
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its dark romance story.....its my 1st dark book....english is not my first language....so plzz ignore grammar mistake....
"leave me it's paining so much" she feel like he will pull out her hair from her head...he started to drag inside me..he pulled her harshly near to his face she couldn't able to see his eyes...i closed my eyes with utter fear
"where is deepa" he asked with high tone
"i don't know anyone with name deepa" her words stumbled hard
he smacked her hardly his one hand hold her both hand in his grip....while he smacked her continuously by other hand
"it..pai..ne..d a lo..tttt" again he smacked her...
"then tell me where is deepa" he agian asked her dark tone...while he hold her chin in his grip
she nodded her head as no
"okay...if you show your stubborness then i will show mine" with that he break her long chain roughly that she wear for her wedding...due to his rough act that chain scratched her neck
"ahh..ahhh" she tired to push him away the more she push him away he got closer to her more...he caged her between him and wall
"last time i am asking you where is she?" he asked her while playing with her wedding dress...
she nodded as no
"you never learnt your lesson" with that he removed her lehanga dupata from her...her clothed breast came to view for all lustful eyes.
divie into the journey of a man who don't think twice before killing anyone...and never let anyone to distract him from his king postion....
a women didn't even able to hurt her tormentor...having a kind heart...she gave him what he craved for year...
will he cage her
or
will he leave her for her happiness
lets peek into the story
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢
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REVENGE WITH LOVE
Isha's P.O.V: I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room... I trusted him but he was only a cheat... I found my hands and legs tied... the door opened and his shadow was visible... I feel really cold I don't even have a single cloth in my body... He is torturing me to hell... I want to cover myself but I am completely tied to his bed... "What do you want? Why did you bring me?" I asked him... "To get us married... let your brother know with whom he was dealing with..." he said as he came closer to me... "I won't marry you... I will never marry you... You are nothing but a cheater!" I shouted and he grabbed my hair through his fingers... I cannot bear the pain... "Leave me Arjun!" I shouted... "Didn't you like it when you shared the bed with me?" he asked and I realised I made such bad decisions for falling for him... "Forget it... we will be husband and wife tomorrow by this time... I want to fuck you as your boyfriend for this one last time..." He said scaring me... "Isha... You don't have anything to do my love... It was you who kissed me first and took all this move in our relationship..." He said making me feel disgusted... "let's not waste time..." he said and started rubbing my womanhood... "Arjun... ahhh... stop it..." I shouted... I don't have any feelings for him now... He laughed and started thrusting himself into me... He gave me his marks and spanked me... This is not the Arjun I love... I loved... He just needs his revenge... He never loved me... ______________________________________________________ ARJUN SINGHANIA ~ Ruthless mafia cum Billionaire, Does a lot of business in the Dark, Not a person who trusts love, Will do anything for his revenge, Biggest Rival of DEEPAK SHARMA. ISHA SHARMA ~ Rich yet kind, Trusts Destiny, Family's Favourite, Loves to travel, Loves her brother DEEPAK SHARMA than anything, Too naive. Join the Love and Revenge with me! Do read and let me know your opinion!![𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/165516066-256-k809445.jpg)
𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]
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Her innocent king
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The Queen of Night
I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}Complete
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
Boundaries of Obsession
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
Avni : His Silent Light
He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
Falling and Breaking
DRAMA. MYSTERY. ROMANCE She became his desires. His need. His only possession. And his lethal obsession. And his obsession become a biggest curse in her life. **** Her denial infuriated him more, his blood boiled in anger. Grabbing her chin up, he made her look at him. Her terrified orbs clashed with his deadly charcoal eyes. ''Please.'' She said clasping her hands around his which was holding her chin. She pleaded him with her teary eyes while his blazing gaze never shifted from her. "You think, your sorry can make everything better like before? Your sorry can't save you from me. Trust me, you can't even imagine what I can do to you. So you should keep your mouth shut and come with me home quietly." He warned and threatened her. And she shakes in fear and helplessness. She just wanted to run away from here and hide somewhere. She doesn't know the man who was standing in front of her right now. He was hurting her, scaring her and behaving like a monster. The man she knows he was different. Hell different from him, his hold was perfect for her fragile body, his voice which was heaven peace for her and his touch which was gentle unlike this. "No... no. I don't want to go anywhere with you... I don't want to be with you anymore." She move her head hysterically and tried to free herself but instead, she get more pain when he tightened his hold on her and dig his fingers on her waist. "You are scaring me," she confessed meekly crying and her breath get uneven. "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't do anything yet and you are already scared of me? Then what will you do when I'll punish you for your betrayal?" The threat hidden in his words causes a shiver down her spine and she feels intimidated. "Just come with me or you will see the worst side of me. " He stated simply. The rage and fury in his eyes made her body start trembling ferociously. *** GENRE : DARK ROMANCE Cover by : @authorzysha ***
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