{When A Beast Fall In Love}His Only Weakness18+
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2026
Mature content!🔥
🖤✦ I was his to ruin and he ruin me completely until nothing left behind, until i was a mess
And hell .... I just want more and more of him✦🖤
When he gave her every reason to hate him.
Every reason to see him as a monster, Enough to make her run.
He is a messy and shameless Man, he let the world see him as a beast
,and never denied it.
Yet she did not flee.
She did not beg.
She chose him.
Obsessed beyond salvation, she walked into the palace meant for another woman-the palace of his chosen bride-and claimed it on the night of his wedding. Not as mercy. Not as rebellion.
But as fate daring him to destroy her.
But then he left.
Bound by duty, crowned by responsibility, the man she worshipped-her Kuwar Sa-departed without once looking into her eyes. The eyes that had waited years for him. The eyes that had already surrendered everything.
What if it was rejection in its purest form?
Not love postponed-
but love denied.
Will she be able to melt his cruel, guarded heart?
Or will the monster inside him win-devouring the love that dared to challenge it?
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A mystical ,dark and dangerous tale of Advik Singh Rathore
-a man cursed since birth, carrying a beast that claws for control. A monster raised by blood, power, and silence... one that aches to corrupt, consume, and ruin his little flower.
In a world ruled by duty and damnation, love is not salvation-
Can love survive where mercy never existed?
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She fell first,
But he fell harder, deeper.
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When devotional Obsession meet Deadly Obsession.
Read to find out.
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