Poisoned Vows
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ðĪTheir love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire ðĪ
âĶ Balraj âĶ
The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy.
Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting.
ââââââââââ âĶâ§âĶ ââââââââââ
âĶ Meera âĶ
The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them.
When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent.
She hid it well. She had to.
Because weakness was not for women like her.
ââââââââââ âĶâ§âĶ ââââââââââ
The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster."
Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy.
Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into.
Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain.
Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?ðŦ
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ððð ðððððð ðððð ð "Who am I to you?" she asked, her hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears. She fought hard to keep them at bay, wanting to appear brave. She refused to let him see how much his answer affected her. "My wife," he said, his gaze locked onto hers, the same hazel eyes that always had the power to make him do things he never intended. Seeing her like this made his jaw clench, self-loathing creeping into his bones. He wanted to punch himself for being the reason behind her pain, but he stood there, helpless and broken. "Just in name," she spat, as if the word wife was poison on her tongue, something so vile that merely hearing it from his mouth made her sick. "Just your fucking responsibility!" she screamed, her voice laced with anger and agony. "Don't use bad words, Suru," he warned, his voice turning stern, almost scolding her. "I am not a child!" she yelled before storming off, leaving him standing there, hwatching her disappear. Join Surili Thakur and Kabir Rajput, Chote Hukum aka Kunwar Sa of Jaipur, on a journey filled with love, pain, and redemption Warning â ïļ: This story has scenes of domestic violence, fighting, and strict old social rules. Some parts may be sad or upsetting. It shows the pain and struggles women face in a harsh society. The story does not support violence. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Adult content. Early update on scrollstack
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ðððĒðĨðð ðð§ððĒð§ðĒððē ðððŦðĒððŽ 01|| âĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒ "A Love that wasn't forgetten, a betrayal that was inevitable and a revenge that was destined." _______________________________________ "Betrayal tore them apart, but destiny will bring them back to settle the scores." _______________________________________ ððŪððŦð ðððĨðĄðĻððŦð "I never wanted to hurt her, but I couldn't give her false hopes either. From the moment I first saw her, she was the only one I couldn't look away from. But I was bound by a promise-one I swore never to break, not even with my last breath. Yet, why does it feel like I didn't just break her... I shattered myself, too?" ððēðŦð ððĒð§ð ðĄðð§ðĒð "Love has never been simple for me. I loved him with every beat of my heart, and he crushed me with the same intensity. I never wanted to see him again, never wanted to cross paths with him. But fate is cruel... because here I stand, face to face with the man who ruined my soul." When fate pulls them together once more, secrets will unravel, and the past will return...with a vengeance. In a world of betrayal and revenge, will love be their salvation - or their ultimate downfall? "Fate brought them together again, but will the truth tear them apart...or bind them forever?"
ðēðððððð: ðð ððððððð ððððððð | ðð+
"ðð ðððððð ðððð ððð" ðšðð'ð ððð ð ðððð ð ððððð ðð ððððð ðððððð ððð ððð ð ðððððððððð ðð ððððð ðððð ððð ðððððððð ðð ððð ð ððð ðð ððð ððð ððððð Cruel. Egoistic. Aggressive. ððð§ðŦððĢ ððĄððŦððð§ðð a shark in business world thrives on destruction his enemies, both professionally and personally. A heartless billionaire CEO came India to destroy his biggest enemy. He never intended to reveal his dark identity until the irony entangled him with the woman he barely knows. ðððĒð§ððð ðððĒ ððĒð§ð ðĄðð§ðĒð Princess of Rewah and fiancÃĐe of his oldest enemy. It doesn't matter how gorgeous and ravishing she is. He'll do everything in his power to destroy prince included his gorgeous would-be wife. The only problem: he can't have her but he is taking her anyway into his darkness * Fearless. Ambitious. Powerful. ðððĒð§ððð ðððĒ ððĒð§ð ðĄðð§ðĒð is beautiful princess and rightful owner of crown. A fearless and success determined woman who wanted to be top in business. She never planned to be someone's wife until-a threat of blackmail forced her to marry man she didn't want. Her life took bloody turn when she picked up the battle with her fiancÃĐe's business rival. Fighting cold-blooded Vanraj means opening the doors of destruction. Arrogant Vanraj never part of her life, she agrees to stand by her fiancÃĐe's side in game of vengeance. Craving her enemy's touch was never part of the game but she lost herself when he touched her soul. The powerful thing she could do: not fall in love with her enemy but she is falling for him anyway.
Love, Vengeance And Redemption
She'll run away. He'll chase her. If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped. Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none. His world was dark, traumatising and painted with blood. His love was vicious. Possessive and ruthless. She was his and he was adamant to remind her over and over again. Escaping Aryan Chauhan was never easy. .... She trusted him. She thought he was a good man and would keep his enmity away from her. However, he proved her all wrong and forced her to marry him on the basis of 6 months contract. It was just a pure enmity from his side. She lost her face in her family's eyes because of him. They were disappointed on her while he was satisfied seeing them in agony. She hated him, to the core of her heart. He's a heartless man whose only motive is vengeance. This was the game of love, vengeance and redemption. A misunderstanding sparked the fire of revenge between two best friends. A wall of hatred will be broken down by their marriages. After a long years, two best friends will join hands for a mission and reached at a point that neither of them hesitated to risk their life for one another. ... Start- 25, October 2024 End- 23, March 2025Concluida
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Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | âĒ Welcome to the lore âĒ ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: ððūðððð ðð ðŋðððððð | ðīðððððððððð âĶ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two âĶ
Anya:His Eternal Devotion | 18+
Book-1 in the obsession series I told her not to wake me. I told her again and again, but she never learns. Every time she opens her mouth, every time she looks at him, something inside me burns. And tonight, I'm done warning.I press the knife against her chest and whisper, "I told you not to wake me... now see, what you did with yourself." Her eyes widen, tears mixing with sweat as the blade cuts deeper. She tries to grab my wrist, but I push harder, feeling the resistance fade under my hand. The sound of her gasp hits my ears, trembling, desperate-but all I feel is calm. Strange, but true. The deeper the knife goes, the quieter my thoughts become.He's mine. Not just his smile. Not just his body. Him-every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. Mine. And I don't share what's mine.She screams. The noise shakes through the room, sharp, irritating. "Ananya... you're doing wron-" Before she can finish, I push the blade all the way through her chest. The words die on her lips, replaced by silence."I don't like raised voices," I mutter, watching the light fade from her eyes. My voice sounds strange, lower than usual, almost satisfied. She falls back-limp, lifeless-eyes still open, like she's still trying to question me.The blood spreads across the floor, slow and uneven, and I kneel there, staring at it. This... this is peace. This is what quiet feels like. No begging. No pleading. Just me. And soon, him. No one can keep him like I can.I wipe the blade clean on her dress, stand up, and breathe deeply. The air smells sharp, metallic, real. My heart's steady again. The trembling's gone. Finally, again...only mine. She is not just a CEO but a devil who kills someone if they try to come in between them.When he will get to know her real, will his love break her darkness... or will his warmth be enough to meet her the real herself? Trigger warning- highly nature content 19+
Tied in Red
" ððĻð ððŊððŦðē ðĨðĻðŊð ðĒðŽ ðĶððð§ð ððĻ ðŽðŪðŦðŊðĒðŊð. ððŪð ðŽðĻðĶð ððŦð ðĶððð§ð ððĻ ðŦðððŪðŦð§." ððŪððŦððð§ðŽðĄ ððĒð§ð ðĄ ððð§ðð°ðð 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. ððĄððŦðŊðð§ðĒ ððĒðŽðĄðŦð 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? ððĻðĶð ðŽððĻðŦðĒððŽ ððŦð ð°ðŦðĒðððð§ ðĒð§ ðĒð§ðĪ. ððĄððĒðŦðŽ ð°ððŽ ðððŦðŊðð ðĒð§ ððĒðŦð. â Tropes & Themes - Mafia à 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)
Bound By Shadow
Vengeance wears a crown. Love is just a myth... until she becomes his war." In the city's shadows, his name means fear. For the world, he is the story the media loves to hate-a tyrant, a king, the predator in every headline: Kabir Raichand. The Underworld's Chosen. Where guns rule and mercy is weakness, Kabir's empire is built on cold calculation, swift brutality, and an iron law-never forget, never forgive. He has no flaw, no rumor of kindness, no softness trapped beneath his skin. Only enemies to bury, scores to settle, and a throne to defend with blood. When fate throws Aaliya Kapoor, an ordinary woman with a police legacy, into his crosshairs, it's not for passion-it's retribution. Her world becomes a battlefield of threats and shadows the moment Kabir decides that the path to his real enemy runs through her ruin. Murder is business. Vengeance, his only religion. But when fire meets ice, lines blur. Every media trial, every whispered legend, every scar forged in violence-Aaliya discovers the devil is real, and his heart is locked behind doors even he has forgotten. This is not a love story. This is the storm before even the idea of love. ðĨâŊTropes & Themes: Revenge Marriage / Forced Proximity Forced Marriage ð Mafia Boss à Cop's Daughter ðĢ Enemies to Lovers Obsession to Devotion ðĪ Slow-Burn Romance with High Spice ðĄïļ Obsession, Power, and Control
ððð ðððððð ðððð ð "Who am I to you?" she asked, her hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears. She fought hard to keep them at bay, wanting to appear brave. She refused to let him see how much his answer affected her. "My wife," he said, his gaze locked onto hers, the same hazel eyes that always had the power to make him do things he never intended. Seeing her like this made his jaw clench, self-loathing creeping into his bones. He wanted to punch himself for being the reason behind her pain, but he stood there, helpless and broken. "Just in name," she spat, as if the word wife was poison on her tongue, something so vile that merely hearing it from his mouth made her sick. "Just your fucking responsibility!" she screamed, her voice laced with anger and agony. "Don't use bad words, Suru," he warned, his voice turning stern, almost scolding her. "I am not a child!" she yelled before storming off, leaving him standing there, hwatching her disappear. Join Surili Thakur and Kabir Rajput, Chote Hukum aka Kunwar Sa of Jaipur, on a journey filled with love, pain, and redemption Warning â ïļ: This story has scenes of domestic violence, fighting, and strict old social rules. Some parts may be sad or upsetting. It shows the pain and struggles women face in a harsh society. The story does not support violence. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Adult content. Early update on scrollstack
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