Crimson Obsession
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Adira Singh has always lived by her rules-strong, independent, and fiercely intelligent. But when her path collides with Ravyn D'Souza, the cold, dangerously alluring mafia heir, her life flips into a whirlwind of obsession, desire, and danger.
Ravyn, used to controlling everything in his world, instantly claims Adira as his. A deadly mix of bossiness, possessiveness, and unrelenting passion drives him to chase, tease, and provoke her at every turn.
Yet, love is never simple. Kian Arora, charming and mischievous, emerges as a rival, fueling tension and jealousy. And Selene Verma, Ravyn's loyal childhood friend, watches from the shadows, her unspoken feelings complicating the tangled web of emotions.
Secrets unravel, misunderstandings ignite, and forbidden desires burn. Amid the dangerous underworld of mafia power, Adira must navigate threats, rivalries, and the storm of her own heart. Will love survive the games of obsession and power-or will the shadows consume them all?
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Description She could hear his footsteps coming closer. Pressing her trembling hands to her mouth she even tried not to breath. Her bruises were throbbing with pain and chest was heaving. She could smell her burnt skin telling her that it was deep this time. She knew it wont take him long until he finally locates her in his wardrobe. Oh, Lord, Please, help me out.She cried in her brain as hot tears slide down her cheek. All of the sudden, the room was echoing with his favorite music. She banged her head on the wall ahead on her helplessness. That creepy violin was at the max. She knew the reason too well. He had found her. Rishika just sit there waiting for her blow. She tried to numb herself. Like every other time she tried to tell herself that this is not happening to her but the moment she heard him say, "Oh, my dear Shikha, here you are." She broke into tears. She didn't have it in her to look at his face. "Please,.please, "She pleaded as she tried even more to hug her legs. "What? Am I not the same guy you so much wanted to marry?" Rishika Mehra, the daughter of the wealthiest person in India was disowned by her family at age, 17, for the reason never revealed to the world. She went to Germany with the help of her friend/childhood crush, Paul Schmidt. Finally, for the first time she was able to breathe without any baggage until the day her friend asked her out and made her live under the shadows she never deserved. If you are into dark books and the emotional crap that bring tears to your eyes, you are in for a treat. Notice This book has mature content. So, please read if you are eighteen plus. Do not copy, or reproduce this work in part or in full. This book is written by me @Vidhi90 and @AshlehQueen. Major Characters Paul Schmidt Rishika Mehra Jay Verma Rishi Mehra Avantika Mehra Karan Rathod
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