Love Is A Curse ||18+||
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"Sometimes love doesn't ruin you softly. Sometimes it burns your entire world down."
Kiara Sinha saves lives. Arhaan Khanna ends them.
She is an angel in a white coat, a doctor sworn to heal.
He is a monster in the shadows, a mafia king who kills without remorse.
Two worlds never meant to collide. Two souls never meant to crave each other. And a connection that was never meant to become obsession.
What begins as fate's cruel joke turns into desire, then possession, trapping them in a dangerous web neither can escape.
Arhaan doesn't love gently. He claims, controls, conquers.
When he wants something, he takes it.
And when he wants her, the world burns.
Kiara knows he is dangerous. She knows he is wrong.
Yet she is drawn to the darkness he carries, to the safety only his chaos can offer.
She needs him just as desperately as he owns her.
But fate is never kind to the broken.
They say heartbreak is the deepest pain, yet what Kiara and Arhaan do to each other is far worse. Something that shatters, scars, and changes them beyond repair. A truth neither of them saw coming.
Because maybe what they feel isn't obsession after all. Maybe it's love which is raw, brutal, and deadly. Maybe love is the most dangerous thing of all.
And loving a monster always comes at a price.
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Adhiraj slammed her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that tasted like rage and possession. His hands gripped her thighs, yanking them around his waist before he dropped her roughly onto the edge of his desk. "Fvck, you're drenched," he growled, two thick fingers plunging into her tight, untouched heat without mercy. "Ahh-Adhiraj!" Sharvika cried out, her nails raking his shoulders, her married body arching into his palm even as she hated him. "Your little cvnt is svcking me in," he growled, finger-fvcking her with brutal, wet strokes, his palm slapping her cl!t. "Look at this mess. You're dripping down my hand like a needy slvt. Is this how you save yourself for your husband? This tight, desperate fvckhole?" Ahh-fuck-Adhiraj dont't--!" she screamed, her tight walls clamping down, trying to reject the invasion. "Don't?" He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot that made her see white, his thumb pressing hard circles on her swollen nub. "Your pvssy is begging for my c'ck. Clenching. Weeping. Mine." He leaned in, teeth at her ear. "Cum on my fingers now, you dirty girl. Milk my hand like the c'ck you'll not get until you beg for it." She bit her lip, trying to silence the moans building in her throat, but her body betrayed her completely. Adhiraj crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, his thumb circling her cl!t with brutal precision. "Say it," he commanded, his breath hot against her ear. "Say my name when you cum on my hand like a good little wife." "Aahh-aahh-Adhiraj!"She shattered, wailing his name, her virgin cunt spasming, gushing hot arousal all over his palm as he wrecked her. ............ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark romance featuring possessive characters, obsession, mafia elements, family secrets, morally grey decisions, and intense emotional themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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