ROYAL BLOOD,BROKEN WINGS
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Rudransh Dev Raichand.
With steel-cut blue eyes and inked arms bearing war-worn vows, he was more myth than man. The cold heir of the Raichand Empire. Lord of the Black Syndicate. He didn't plead. He decided. And destinies bent.
Ruhanika Rathore.
Born a Banarasi princess, now a chief surgeon. Grace sculpted by royalty, spirit hardened by fate. Her hazel eyes held secrets, her silence spoke storms. He wanted her. No-he needed her. So he took her.
The marriage was forged in power, not prayer. Her voice drowned in gunfire, her family hushed by fear. And now, on their wedding night, she sat by the window, mangalsutra tight like a shackle, staring at the moon.
"Mama, you promised me... you left me alone in this nightmare."
The air shifted. He was here.
Rudransh.
Dripping from a cold shower, black track pants clinging, white tee taut across his chest. Silent. Watching.
Then-
Slap.
Her palm across his face. Instant regret.
He caught her wrist, twisted it gently behind her. She gasped. His body was against hers, breath grazing her neck.
"I didn't mean to-"
"Shh."
"I'm tired. This marriage-this life-you-it's too much!"
"Then scream. Curse. But don't talk of leaving me."
"Why me? Why ruin my life?"
He slammed the wall. Blood dripped.
"Because I love you, dammit. Since Banaras. Since I saw you smiling at orphans. You've haunted me since. I bled for you. I burned for you."
She shook. "Rudransh..."
"You think I'm a monster?" He stepped closer, nose brushing hers. "Then let me be your monster. But don't doubt my love."
His breath ghosted over her lips.
"Say it," he whispered. "Say you hate me."
She couldn't. Wouldn't.
"You're not a man... you're a storm."
And then, his lips touched hers-not to steal, but to mark.
A war had begun.
Neither of them would surrender.
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"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"Complete
HER MR. RATHORE♡ ~the tale of love
𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝟑𝟒 | 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 Operating in high-rise boardrooms and shadowed corridors alike, Rudransh commands absolute authority without raising his voice. He operates with calculated precision-dismantling rivals in silence while fiercely safeguarding his inner circle. Coldly sophisticated and impossible to read, he remains an untouchable force and an impenetrable shield for his family. 🦋 𝑨𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒍 𝟐𝟔 | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 Beneath her warm, soft aesthetic lies a quiet, practical grit. Working toward her dream of an independent art studio, Aanya is a romantic who loses herself in books and rain-soaked afternoons-yet remains grounded enough to hold her ground with quiet grace. Her world is anchored by a tight-knit family, two steadfast friends, and an ever-supportive older brother. Rᴜᴅʀᴀɴsʜ Sɪɴɢʜ Rᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ X Aᴀɴʏᴀ Aɢᴀʀᴡᴀʟ When logic meets stubborn, rules break.
Innocent Heart (completed)
"You stop worrying about your sister and worry about yourself. You have said that today is my marriage but I have made a slight change in it." he said with menacing smirk playing on his face. "What change" she asked as she was not getting good vibes from him. "It is true that today I am getting married but not with Mahi but with you." He stated like it's not a big deal that he swapped the brides. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She stared at him without blinking her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe what he just had said. She asked him in her trembling voice "W...What d...did y...you s....say?" He leaned on her face dangerously close "I said that you will marry me today and in the same mandap (pavilion). Before you refuse me, let me tell you that your sister and your family's life is in my hands if you try do something. If you try to refuse marriage or try to tell anyone about this then your sister will be the first person whose life I will smash. It will be better for you not to waste my and your time, wear wedding lehenga quietly and come to the mandap. go and get ready. yes, one more thing you must remember that no one should see your face till we get married so that the marriage can be done smoothly. I don't want any drama before marriage." She was silently listening to him as she was too numb to react. She couldn't even think of marrying a person like him. How could she marry a person whom she couldn't even talk to properly?? "How can I marry you?" his eyebrows raised in anger hearing her question. He took out his phone to call someone and ordered staring deep into her eyes making her heart sink in fear and dread "kill Mahi." She kneeled down joining her hands infront of him and begged him crying historically "Please don't do this". He raised his one eyebrow in questioning manner and asked her "So will you marry me?" She didn't say anything. Seeing Her silent, He told the man again "Kill her." "Yes, I will marry you."Complete
Shattered Love - Punarbharosa
"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵👰 They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.
Our Version Of Love ✔
"Mr. Raichand, happy independence day. You have been eating my head since day one to get these papers signed and today I have finally granted your wish. You hated seeing my face, and I have decided to never show it again," she said, and instead of being happy, he felt sad and angry. ___________♠♠____________ ~ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, the first heir of two influential clans, is a force to be reckoned with. His charisma attracts girls around the globe. The empowered billionaire, however, has always been hers. The woman who left him drowning in misery flames was his anchor once. In the abyss of despair, his only solace is the memories of her friendship and boundless love. After seven years of living like a corpse and searching relentlessly for her, he has finally found her. He would do anything to get her back, including trading his soul with the devil. However, the question is, will he ever fulfill his intention or will her reasons keep them apart? ~𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽~ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩 has been through hell and back. After losing everything, she built an empire. Her life has only one driving force and she can do anything for it. In her entire existence, if she has loved something, it's him. Her man, whom she left behind for reasons unknown to the world but echoing in her nightmares. Once a bubbly girl, she is now the ice queen, caging her emotions behind thick walls. She knows the path to her happiness passes through his door, but stubbornly refuses to acknowledge his presence. She is hellbent on not letting him in. Will her scars win over his determination? Witness their version of love where two imperfect souls bind for a lifetime... ____ Cover By @noturfavb_Complete
SILK AND SIN
You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"
𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝟏𝟖+
"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.
Sweetest Sin
She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........
"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"
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