The Villain's Proposal

The Villain's Proposal

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Anaya Mehra was never meant to fall in love with a man like him. Elegant, kind, and powerful-Aaryan Rathore walked into her life like a dream. He made her laugh, made her feel seen, and gave her the kind of love stories are made of. What began with gentle glances turned into midnight conversations, stolen moments, and soft promises of forever. But some promises are laced with poison. Behind his perfect smile hides a truth no one dares to speak. Behind her father's quiet eyes lies a past too dangerous to forget. And when their two worlds collide, the mask of love begins to crack... revealing something far more dangerous beneath. A proposal is coming. But this time, it's not a question-it's a warning. In a world where power wears a suit and love hides sharp teeth... Will she escape the villain's love, or become the crown he refuses to share? "Not all villains steal empires-some steal hearts first."
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To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. 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, Daddy. 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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