GEHRAAIYAN

GEHRAAIYAN

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this story revolves around the two souls...strangers to each other but are now married to each other just for the sake of their parents......(this is a standalone book) we always take people for granted but we grovel for them if we didn't get them... AAYUSHI RAJWANSH daughter of the business tycoon of country,who loved being a women but what happen that she started hating being a women and couldn't trust any man now? ATHARV RAJSINGHANIA son of the rival business tycoon,love his father but his father always took advantage of his love.... will they be able to develop some hardcore feeling? will they be able to recognise the same? will they end up together or alone? "SACRIFICE IS THE FORM OF LOVE" but what if only one do the efforts and sacrifice and the other just take one for granted? love;whipped;granted; jealous; hurt; betrayed or misunderstood?? let's see how the fate will make the situations and scenarios.... many questions but only one solution...dive into the book..... Coming soon🌷🤌 with regards, your author Sitara<3
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#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

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