Chains Made Of Roses
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She walked toward the corner glass cabin the one everyone tiptoed around. There written in bold Ridhvan Malhotra and knock the door
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Ridhvan Malhotra didn't believe in second chances. Or wrong timings. He believed in control.
So when he looked up from his desk and saw her standing there, clutching a file with unsure hands - he didn't just see a girl.
He saw an opportunity.
"Come in," he said, voice low.
Vidita entered cautiously, placing the file on his desk. "Kabir sir asked to-"
"Speak slower," he interrupted, rising from his chair. "I don't like rushed women."
She frowned. "Excuse me?"
He walked around the desk, eyes scanning her. "I've been watching you."
Her breath caught.
"You walk too confidently for someone who doesn't belong here."
Vidita blinked, confused. "I'm just doing my job-"
"That's where you're wrong," he said coldly, stepping closer. "Girls like you don't belong here. Middle-class, polished face, big eyes-hoping one day to catch the boss's attention. Hoping to skip the line."
Her lips parted in shock. "What?"
He leaned in, too close. "Using Kabir, are you? Smart move. Or are you still exploring?"
And just when his fingers brushed her hair-
SLAP.
The file fell to the ground.
His face whipped sideways. The silence between them turned dangerous.
Her hand trembled, but her eyes burned.
"I don't care who you are," she said, voice shaking. "But if you ever touch me again without permission, I swear I'll hit harder."
She turned and walked out - not fast, not scared - furious.
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Ridhvan stood frozen.
No one had ever dared.
She wasn't just fire.
She was rebellion wrapped in innocence.
And he would not rest...
Until that fire belonged to him.
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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚: 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 | 𝟏𝟖+
"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.
Vows Of Obsession
Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.
Phantom Bonds ~ Unfortunate addiction
𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Hridayeshwari [Heart's Queen/ Heart's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikram ātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."
force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨
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