BOUND BY FATE
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She was never meant to be his.
Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him.
Even if she hated him for it.
Even if the world turned against them.
Even if fate itself demanded a price.
Because obsession was not love. It was deeper.
Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand?
He never let go.
Not of what was his.
Not of her.
Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away.
Because some love stories weren't written in stars...
They were etched in blood.
And bound by fate.
Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was.
Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak.
Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed.
Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness.
They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat.
She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution.
But for him.
Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed:
Aarav Raichand would come for her.
He had to.
Because fate wasn't done with them yet.
Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.
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Her laughter didn't belong in his world. It was too soft, too warm-melting through the ice he had spent years perfecting. Aarav Raichand watched her from the shadows, jaw clenched, fists tight. She was not supposed to matter. Not supposed to slip past his defenses. Yet, there she was, sitting at his dinner table, making everyone smile, filling the empty spaces he had long ignored. She didn't belong to them. She belonged to him. His wife. His contract. His possession. Then why did it feel like he was the one losing control?Complete
𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
Her existence was a lie and he was the harsh truth. "Loving him was a sin..and I sinned. Now even if I want to run away , he will chase me to the depths I am too afraid to imagine. I caught his attention and now I have to face the unfavourable consequences." ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ "H-Help he will kill me , p-please help " she cried out in the phone to muffle her cracked voice and sniffing sounds by her hands. suddenly a handkerchief was pressed on her mouth making lose her senses and engulfing her in darkness. " take some rest baby , it. was quite a hectic day for you '' he kissed her forehead and smiled "you belong to me. you were born for me , to worship you , to touch you , and to taste you. If I cant own you no one can. You are my sanity , so how can I let you go hmm?" Abhay khurrana..the dream guy and a fucking goddamn meal for other woman? No only for her. He was hers to devour. She was never meant to be his but he wrote her fate staining them with blood. His own dirty blood. She was his possesion. He was the satan. She was an angel. And..opposites attract. DARK ROMANCE SLOW BURN SUSPENSE THRILLER love? No. Obsession at first sight. 21+
WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR
Mishti Agarwal a stunning, courageously going lady knew she only had herself to blame when her boss approached to her for a favour. You didn't let yourself become indebted to a man like Abir Rajvansh, no matter how badly you needed his help. She didn't ask him to help her, he did and she accepted it. As his personal assistant, she is very aware that the globally successful CEO was ruthless and unforgiving. She also felt like there's something really empty inside his heart. She was silently grieving for consider his help but didn't deny to him a favour. Of course, if she'd known he'd asked her to do him favour by being his wife for a year, she'd have hesitated in accepting his help. Maybe she would have given it a second thought to accept his help. Because what she'd learned from Abir was that the devil wasn't ugly and terrorising. She wasn't scared of him after knowing he hid his human behind the Devil. He was seductive and tempting. He hummed with whispers of addiction. He awakened every need and fantasy she had. He made her fall in love with him while she was afraid to love anyone in her life but she craved to have a family and dreamt about her mister perfect.Complete
"He was never meant to be hers, but she'll break the world to make it so". ~ ~ Kashvi Sharma ~ ~ She has never begged. She has never known the taste of rejection, the sting of defeat, or the ache of longing-until she saw him. She isn't the kind of woman to fall. She hunts. She takes what she wants, and she never asks twice. But Vardhaan? He is the only thing she has ever truly desired. At 23, she is a name spoken in whispers, the leader of an empire built on blood and power. Beautiful. Ruthless. Unstoppable. A queen who bows to no one. ~ ~ Vardhaan Tripathi ~ ~ A man who isn't meant to be owned. A man who builds empires with a signature and destroys legacies with a whisper. A man who walks through life untouched, uninterested, and immune to the idea of love. At 27, Vardhaan has spent years crafting his empire, turning his wealth into a legacy untouchable by any force. He has been chased by women, feared by men, and respected by those who know he does not play games. ° ° ° And yet, Kashvi is a storm he never saw coming. A woman who doesn't understand the word 'no.' A woman who doesn't just want his love-she demands his soul. "You don't love me, Kashvi." "I don't love, Vardhaan. I claim." What starts as a dangerous obsession turns into a war of control. He refuses. She persists. He resists. She ensnares. She chases, he resists. She controls, he defies. But when the lines blur and Vardhaan starts to fall-will it be love, or will it be war? " Not all love stories are soft. Some are dark. Some are deadly. "
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