The Deviant Sin
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Davian Alvaro is a man who never thought to encounter disasters without understanding the consequences of them later on. He is a sinner, wrapped in devil's blood, meant to be a tragedy that many were scared to utter his name in the dark. In reality, he is a CEO with a suit on an expensive custom-made brand and a flow of money on his throne to attain power.
All of it came to a misfortune when he knew her. He knew who is she.
Shivani Lenore is an aspiring south asian woman with a temper and secrets that everyone is drawn to with lust. She needs an escape, anything after her job, when she met the man of her terror would claw her alive with miseries to tame her forever.
One secret is: that she's a dancer in private with a mask to hide her features beneath what lies in a damaged grimace, only for this god-like man to recognise her despair and hold her captive in a maze, she can't escape.
"Look at you, squeezing around my cock, feeling the sin must be nice yeah?" He groans as he grabs her jaw and spits in her mouth. "Swallow it, bitch."
She obeyed. Hating every part of her while loving what he does to her. The chain tears open her skin as he laughs, "Sin for me." And she breaks apart.
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HIS MRS. RANAWAT |18+| ✓
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The Seductress in Silk
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Loveless Marriage
"main rumika ko apne Ghar ki Bahu banana chahti hun (I want to make rumika the daughter in law of my house)" Shivani aunty asked mom while holding her hand. "Even if you force me for this marriage , remember that I will never give her the love of a husband" I replied angrily to my parents. " You know what ,that you trust outsiders more than your own people, that's why everyone leaves you hurting" she replied while crying. "I hate you with my whole heart Rumika Shah. If you had never met my family, i would never have had to take the oath to live my entire life with you " he held my arms tightly closer to him and said with deep red eyes. "Y-yugant p-please give me D-Divorce. You don't deserve me. Log kya sochenge ki s-sooryavanshi khandan ki Bahu ne u-unka naam kh-kharab kar diya (what will people think that the daughter in law of the Sooryavanshi family has ruined their name)." She said while breaking down, crying on my chest holding my shirt. "Please rumi don't leave me, i swear I will make everything right. Now you are my responsibility, I will never hurt you" I said while holding her dupatta stopping her from going. Arrogant CEO x Sweet girl. Dark past with a bright future. She was in love but he was forced to marry her. She fell first but he fell harder...Concluída
Tied in Red
" 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧." 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Cold-blooded. Calculated. Cruel. The sole heir of the Ranawat empire-its mafia throne and global business crown. Born of royalty, raised in ruin. A man who commands with silence and kills with precision. His name is whispered like a warning, feared across borders and boardrooms alike. Emotions? He buried them with the ashes of his past. And love? That's a wound he refuses to bleed from again. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Soft-hearted. Spiritually anchored. A girl from Prayagraj who prays at dawn and smiles at strangers. A devotee of Mahadev, raised by rituals and silences, She believes in the sacred over the selfish, And love? For her, it's not a thrill. It's a form of worship. She lives by faith. He lives for vengeance. He was forged in fury. She was shaped by surrender. He builds empires from fear. She believes in saving legacies with compassion. He doesn't kneel before gods. She lives in their shadow. But when fate threads their paths in red, not for love-but for a promise neither of them made... Will blood and prayer bind them-or destroy them? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ✅ Tropes & Themes - Mafia × Sunshine - Arranged/Forced Marriage - Enemies to aching lovers - Divine narration (Mahadev-Parvati perspective) - Poetic tragedy, power, and softness - Rebirth, revenge & redemption - Devotion meets destruction Book 1 of Revenge Series (Can be read as standalone)
𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 |𝟏𝟖+
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -Concluída
Kidnapped By Mafia- 18 +
"Don't you dare to touch me again otherwise i won't even give you chance to control your breathe and fuck you right here harshly....." .......... ____________ " For God sake .....I gonna find you as soon as possible and if I get to know that you were prostitute I will leave you ....but if not then I will definitely punish you wildly and harshly for taking away my first time and without giving any connection left me alone on this bed. __________ I WON'T TAKE MINUTES TO SMASHED YOUR THIS JUICY LIPS TO MINE.......AND AFTER THAT I WON'T LET YOU GO FROM HERE... SO .RUN BABY ,RUN .....RUN FOR YOUR LIFE......... Billionaire × mafia Submissive - dominating ( Mature content ahead ) TROPE - age gap FORCED marriage Dominating side Romance Suspense REVANGE BIKER couple Betrayal Divorce Family × love
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