Abhaya
- LECTURAS 355
- Votos 40
- Partes 67
Concluida dom, mar 8, 202610h 42m
The name Abhaya Rathore was a perfect fit for the life she led: utterly fearless. Armed with a self-sufficient drive and an intellect that burned bright, Abhaya didn't just enroll in the engineering college-she arrived to claim her space. She walked through the crowded gates not with a freshman's hesitation, but with the composed stride of someone who already knew every challenge on the horizon and was eager to meet it.
A final-year BBA student, Devansh was a walking advertisement for wealth, his arrogant confidence honed by a lifetime of getting what he wanted. His intelligence was undeniable-sharp, calculating, and ruthless-but it was wrapped entirely in the entitlement of a spoiled rich kid. He saw the world, and the college, as his personal domain, existing primarily to serve his ambition.
For Devansh, success wasn't earned; it was simply expected. He viewed every challenge as beneath him and every person as a tool or an obstacle. As he cruised through his final year, basking in the effortless prestige his name commanded, he was about to discover that the arrival of someone truly self-sufficient and utterly fearless might be the one thing his gilded world wasn't prepared for.
"She builds her own future. He only buys his."
Todos los derechos reservados
#854
killorbekilled
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
HER BETRAYAL HIS REVENGE
In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.Concluida
𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
Book Two of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Not all thrones are made of gold. Some are built from grit and ghosts. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝑵𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑲𝒐𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 ──────── ✦ ──────── Vivaan Thaakur was never the one they looked at. He learned early how to stay unseen-how to earn worth through discipline, how to exist beside Aaryan without resentment. And every time Vivaan reached the top, Niya Sharma was already there. She didn't compete. She simply was-brilliant, composed, inevitable. To the world, perfection. To Vivaan, an unbreakable wall. Until she saw him. Rivalry turned into reverence. Ambition into surrender. Vivaan loved her quietly, like a prayer that asks for nothing. She became his goddess. He became devotion. But faith can fracture. And one mistake-the only one he was never meant to make-destroyed the temple he built for her. A story of rivals turned worship and devotion that asks only one question: 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚? ──────── ✦ ──────── "If you didn't exist, I'd have everything I ever wanted."- Vivaan "Your brother was given a throne. But you? You have the power to build an empire. That's the difference. One that screams not 'Thaakur Dynamics'-but Vivaan Thaakur."- Niya
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
"Master, just fuck me so hard that I can cum on your face." ----⋇⋆✦⋆⋇---- " 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ( 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 ) " ~ Abhimanyu Singh Rathore × Shivnya Rajvanshi 💗 . Her eyes are my lens to see the world clearly Her smile is my lifeline, for which I would do anything Her laughter is a soothing lullaby that comforts my soul The sound of her anklets and bangles is enough to drive me wild with desire Her feet are sacred to me, as if they belong to a deity Her hair is the perfect place for me to lose myself Her heart is my home, where I find true peace and belonging. ~ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 A 27-year-old feared gangster in the mafia world, known for her lethal skills. Driven by vengeance for her lover's killer, she carved her path in the underworld. She is also the formidable CEO of Rajvanshi Empire, a multi-billion dollar company she built from the ground up. Deprived of familial love and never having experienced genuine affection, she once loved deeply but lost it tragically. 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 At 31, he is not only the King of Rajasthan but also the undisputed ruler of the mafia world and the head of a secret society. As the CEO of Rathore and Corporation, a multi-trillion-dollar company inherited from his family, he commands immense power. Known for his lethal precision, he deals out death as if he owns it. ~ A forced to be gangsta burning in revenge to kill the people who killed her love .Meanwhile the ruthless mafia is waiting for destiny to meet him one more time . #1 love at first sight 29.9.2024 #1 biwi on 29.9.2024 #1 brutally 27.3.2025 #1 dark past 5.5.2025 #1 JaanConcluida
The Royal Love
Abhimanyu singh rathore The CEO of Rathore and Co. The most eligible bachelor of india , 26 years old .Heir to the billion dollar rathore empire , Man of his words , always has a soft corner for his family , tall , handsome , attractive , charming , ruthless , workaholic, arrogant, cold , emotionless prince of jodhpur and king of india .handles both legal and illegal works. From the beginning he saw the cruel world . . . . . . . Aaradhya Malhotra The daughter of Malhotras. Founder of pure heart NGO. Works in a small startup company ,Simple , intelligent , beauty with brains , introvert , independent, doesn't use fathers name, ignores negativity and looks forward for positivity , has so many dreams for marriage 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 She felt a rough hand around her milky soft waist before she could react he turned her and caged between her arms . There was no distance between them Open your eyes aaradhya , he said in his cold voice When she opened her eyes she met with a green eyes with no emotion on his face Yuvraj ..she was about to say but he started speaking This marriage is nothing for me , don't expect anything from me . This marriage is only for my family and it's just a deal nothing else . So it will be good if you will not interfere in my life and don't touch my stuff . Understood? By listening his words she was broken into pieces her dream for a perfect marriage was broken . She was not able to understand his words about deal . A lone tear escaped from her eyes Y._u._v._r._a_.j sa - she was stuttering while talking Yes or no aaradhya ? He again interrupted Ye_s ...Yes, as this words came from her mouth she was totally broken into pieces 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 What Will happen if this two different personality will tie in a bond forever ?❤️🔥Concluida
TAMED AND TAINTED
Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.Concluida
where the demon's kneel
He ruled in silence. She shook his world with a single glance. Rudraaksh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. Control. Silence. Forged in pain and blood, he built empires with a cold heart and colder hands. His past? Buried. His future? Calculated. Marriage? Just another deal... until her. Meher was not what he expected. Draped in tradition, eyes full of fire, and a heart so stubborn it refused to bow- She didn't flinch at his silence. She answered it. She didn't soften for his rage. She faced it. And somewhere between her bold innocence and quiet rebellion... Rudraaksh forgot how to be untouched. Now, the man who made demons kneel, might just fall to his knees... for the girl who was never afraid of his darkness.Concluida
His sweet trouble
∆°HIS SWEET TROUBLE°∆ "I hate you," I muttered under my breath. "Ohh, so i will fuck you so hard that you'll forget the feeling of hate in pleasure." He said. "I will still hate you asshole" i said with an comeback. "Let's try it then" She's cute but he's insane °^SAINT VALLEY'S ^° He was the king of the high school, handsome and charming, with an ego that matched his popularity. He was every saint valley's girls dream but he was madly obsessed with the girl. someone else who hates him from the core of her heart. But that's what he find it special about it. Every girl likes him but she hates him and that's made her unique. She was aanya And aanya was his. Only his. He can do whatever he want to do with her but only he. His to hate, his to want, his to own Kabir X aanya At first, they couldn't stand each other. Or kabir pretending to fight just to get attention from her She thought he was arrogant, and he was madly obsessed with her. Their arguments were intense, filled with hatred. But as they were forced to work together, they began to see a different side of each other. His charm intrigued her, and her strength captivated him. Before long, and then our little aanya started developing little soft crush for kabir. His hate turned into a dangerous obsession, leading them to discover a passionate love they never expected. °^HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ ON YOUR OWN RISK.^°
The Arranged Hearts
"She's sunshine. He's storm. And their marriage? Pure fire." "What happens when a college girl is arranged to marry India's most feared CEO?" He rules the boardroom. She lives in her books. They were never meant to fall in love... but fate had other plans." When Diya Sharma is suddenly engaged to Shivansh Singh Rathore-India's most feared and desired CEO-she expects awkward dinners and forced smiles. What she doesn't expect is the sparks, the sarcasm, and the war of wills that follow. He's cold. She's chaos. But in a house full of secrets, teasing siblings, and unexpected feelings... Can two enemies really turn into something more?
In the dimly lit corridors of Rathore Mansion, shadows whispered tales of love turned venomous, of trust shattered and souls broken. The grandeur of the estate was a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped its inhabitants, particularly Aparajita, whose life had become a nightmarish symphony of hatred, abuse, and betrayal. Once the epitome of grace and strength, Aparajita now found herself caged by the very man who had vowed to protect her. Abhimaan Singh Rathore, her husband, had transformed into a relentless captor, driven by a sinister obsession. His manipulative tricks had woven a web of conspiracy so tight that even Aparajita's innocence couldn't save her from his clutches. Standing over her frail figure, Abhimaan's eyes glinted with a dark satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down Aparajita's spine. "You thought you could escape me, Aparajita? That you could find solace and freedom? No, my dear, you are mine. As long as I breathe, you will remain caged, a prisoner of my will. Every breath you take, every tear you shed, will remind you of your place-here, under my control, where you belong." The mansion's walls echoed with the weight of his words, sealing Aparajita's fate in a prison far worse than any physical chains could ever bind. In the heart of luxury, she was ensnared in a dark tale where love was a distant memory, replaced by a sinister dance of power and possession.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido