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"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

I gathered my courage and looked straight into her eyes. "I love you, Ankita," I confessed sincerely. Her body stiffened at my words, and she looked at me with numb eyes. I gave a small smile and continued, "I myself don't know how and when it happened, but I started falling for you, Ankita. I realize that I can't live with-" Before I could finish, she slap me hard, shocking me. I looked back at her, holding my burning cheek. She was looking at me with teary eyes."Ankita," I murmured in shock. "How could you, Aryan? I didn't expect you to stoop so low," she said, her innocent eyes now filled with pure disgust. I tried to explain, "Ankita, you're misunderstanding everything. I-" "Do you even know what relationship I share with you? I'm your brother's wife, your bhabhi, for God's sake! And you're lusting after your own bhabhi?" she spat at me, her words cutting deep. My entire body froze, and my eyes blurred with tears. I took a step back, the painful lump in my throat making it hard to speak. Is loving someone such a crime nowadays? What's my fault? Can anyone tell me? My intentions were never wrong. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. Ankita, a young widow, and her journey towards healing and love. With a few-months-old son, Ansh, she is still grieving the loss of her husband, Aditya. As she navigates life as a single mother, Aryan, Aditya's twin brother, steps in to support her. As they spend more time together, Aryan slowly starts to fall for Ankita. Destiny has given her a second chance to experience love again. Now, let's see what Ankita will do-grab the opportunity or destroy her beautiful future with her own hands.

──── ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ "Who do you belong to?" Her cold, demanding eyes met mine, The only glimmer of light within them was my own reflection staring back at me. "You." My voice trembled as I whispered the answer. She settled herself on my lap, surrounding me with her intoxicating scent, as if to claim ownership. "Exactly," she confirmed, her tone possessive. "You burnt her. Alive" A horrified sigh escaped my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. "And you had the perfect orgasm right next to her burning body. Do you know why? You were focused on me. She was screaming and yet you craved me. You begged me to touch you more. You needed me. Her cries for help, her screams, her burning body; nothing affected you. You just craved me" Her grip on my shirt tightened as she pulled me closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. ────୨ৎ──── NAINA MALHOTRA, A fierce and determined woman, driven by a powerful desire for revenge. Her singular focus fueled her every action, and she pursued her path with relentless determination and unshakable fortitude. "His embrace felt like the first burst of sunlight after a long, dark storm" AARAV MURTY, A kind and compassionate soul, radiating warmth and care towards everyone. He concealed his own struggles behind a bright smile, convinced that everyone deserves love and affection. "I've never taken a life before, but for you, I'd cross that boundary and step into darkness a thousand times" Naina and Aarav, lost in love, were oblivious to their family's secrets. As those truths and lies started to surface, their bond was put to the test. Could their love withstand the storm of their haunted history? A saga of twisted enigma played by masters of manipulation where noone can be trusted. Will love survive? ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ P.S- The initial chapters are highly unedited but I promise it gets better <3

(My other books r better lol) "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She backed up until the cold wall pressed against her, but he didn't stop, closing in until there was almost no space between them. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, breath warm against her cheek as he spoke, his voice low and almost too close. "Sorry, darling," he murmured, his tone soft and unsettling. "You just happened to be in the wrong place... at the wrong time." Aiswarya, a 20-year-old college girl, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn within a single night. Abducted by Arjun, a dangerous mafia leader, she's forced into a twisted marriage against her will. Arjun's attraction to her is undeniable, but it isn't love. Aiswarya is terrified, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape, while Arjun's possessive need for control starts to blur the lines of his desires. ❗ TRIGGERING CONTENT. YOU MAY NOT GET THE SATISFACTION YOU WANT, SO IF YOU HATE THE BOOK, JUST DROP IT.❗ (pls don't hate on me as it's my first story and clearly not the best. Trust me, I'm aware.) #1 - Forced Marriage #1 - Forbidden Love #1 - Indian ��������r #1 - Beauty and the beast #1 - Indian Mafia *Proper punctuation and spelling. P.S :- Lemme get this straight y'all. This is one of many stories that I've made up inside my head to fall asleep. Dedicated especially for the girlies who eat up toxic male lead tropes. It's not that deep. I repeat, it's not. (I hate the ending 😘) Enjoy 😝 There's no way u r still reading this. Pls get into the story. Pls. Oh man I'm so hungry.

(ON HOLD) ♠️ A Dark Romance Multi Couple Series ♠️ "You are nothing but an unwanted wife, Nancy. Stop living in delusion that I'll give you all rights as my wife". He seethed dangerously. "Really Mr Rajput. Then how did you end up coming inside me for fifth time yesterday". Her voice came out as a seductive octave that made him stride towards her and pin her harshly to the wall. "Don't challenge me". He bit her neck leaving his mark there. His arms holding her waist tightly. "I will. Until you will get on your knees and accept me as your wife". That was enough for him to rip her dress off and claim her like an alpha in rut. Daksh Rajput X Nancy (Oberoi) Rajput (Strangers to Lovers) ~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^ "N-no I don't l-love him bhaiya. He is lying". She declared averting her eyes from him. Her lie made him furious. He dangerously strode towards her and in front of her family, the guests, he slammed his lips with her. "Say that one more time, I'll fvck you right here". He growled and bit her lips not caring about her brothers pointing guns at him. "T-this is wrong Nishant l-leave me". She mewled struggling to get out of his grip. "No kitten, enough of your running away from me. You played with fire, now bear the consequences". He signalled with his fingers and all his men entered. Loud gunshots erupted inside the hall but he carried her effortlessly and walked out like a King with his Queen in arms. Nishant Thakur X Riya Singh Chauhan (Agegap forbidden Romance) The journey of two couples. all polar opposites but one thing that binds them is unconditional love for each other. Warning ⚠️: Mature content and language. Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

#84 - Adult content | 02-11-2024 *** A loud crack of thunder shattered the silence. "Bade rishte aa rahe hain tumhare liye." His voice was cold, laced with menace, as he traced the barrel of his gun from my forehead to my jaw, the metal chilling my skin. (Many good marriage proposals are coming for you.) I fought against his hold, desperate to break free, but it was futile. My hands were tightly bound behind my back with my dupatta, leaving me powerless, perched on his lap in nothing but my nightclothes. "Reject the proposal," he commanded, dragging the gun slowly from my neck to my chest, making my body arch in response to the icy threat. I inhaled shakily, my breath catching as his mouth latched onto my chest through the fabric, his teeth sinking in with brutal force, each bite sending searing pain through me. "I'm giving you a choice," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Either become my wife, or be my mistress. Because no one else will ever touch what belongs to me." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared at him-my stalker, a man who claimed it was love. But I knew better. This wasn't love. It was pure, dangerous obsession. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Jasmin Javed was a college student at one of the most prestigious institutions in Mumbai. Her beauty was captivating, leaving people unable to look away once they saw her. Though she had many admirers, she always ignored their advances. That was until a mysterious, tall, and wealthy man intruded into her life. He was her stalker, always lurking in the shadows, never revealing his face as he wore a mask whenever he appeared before her. He claimed it was love, but Jasmin wasn't easily deceived-she knew it wasn't love, but obsession.

𐙚 | 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 "To all those souls, who are tired of reality and want someone shoulders to lean on and to put their legs on." ─── ∘°❉°∘ ─── A MYSTERY DARK ROMANCE|| 18+ I was never meant to fall for her, and I didn't-I became obsessed. Miss Aurora, she is the daughter of my father's sworn enemy, was a forbidden obsession I couldn't resist. When I first saw her, she was sixteen and I was twenty-six. That encounter sparked an all-consuming obsession within me. By the time she turned eighteen and I was twenty eight, the chance to claim her legally was finally within reach. Nothing could deter me. On My love 18th birthday, my father was discovered dead, with all evidence pointing to her father. But, his presence at my love birthday party only deepened the mystery. I was driven to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. In the name of love, I made her endure desires she despised, driven by a dark, unrelenting passion. I am Zayn Rev Vincent, and through the depths of my obsession, I will conquer every obstacle to possess her, she is my ultimate and irresistible obsession.

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

"Rudra Malhotra naam toh suna hoga ?" Rudra is the epitome of charisma-outgoing, charming, and unabashedly playful. He has an infectious laugh and a quick wit that makes him the life of the party. His flirty nature often leads to playful banter and spontaneous adventures. Despite his carefree attitude, there is an underlying complexity to his personality; his charm often masks an inherent loneliness stemming from unresolved heartbreak. His laughter is often a façade to cover the pain of his past. "Never trust a man with desire" Ruhanika Mehra is short-tempered and strong-headed, not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for herself. She is determined and driven, always wanting to achieve her goals and dreams. However, she also has a soft side to her, especially when it comes to her loved ones. She can be fiercely protective and caring towards them. ""Rooh!" The silence was deafening. No response, no movement. I snapped open my eyes, scanning the room frantically. That's when I saw it - the bloodstain on the bed sheet. My mind reeled as memories of last night flooded back. "Rudra, make me yours." Ruhanika's whispered plea echoed in my mind. "You complete me, Rooh." My own words haunted me. I clutched my head, feeling like I was losing my grip on reality. Where was she? I spun around, my gaze locking onto the dressing table mirror. A note was stuck to the glass. I snatched it, my hands trembling. "We can't be together." Ruhanika. I stared blankly at the note, my mind reeling. Why would Ruhanika leave without a word? What will happen when a girl who never believed in love and a boy who always craved for true love will collide with each other in such circumstances which forced them hate each other at first sight but still they can't deny the attraction,lust and desperation towards each other ? [प्रेम Gatha series #2] Start - 14th June 2024 End - 5th Oct 2024

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." * 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage