Will they cross the line they've spent so long protecting-or will she finally understand what his gaze means and choose what she wants for herself? Find out in the upcoming chapter. ❤️🔥

🔞🔞🔞🔞 ✨️"She was chaos wrapped in innocence... and he was a storm that never settled. Together, they were destiny."✨️✨️✨️ He was the man who ruled empires with his ruthless mind. She was the girl who dreamed with her innocent heart. Rudra Singh Rathore - tall, muscular, too handsome to be real. A man whose voice alone could make people shiver. CEO of Picola Pvt Ltd. Betrayed once, he believes- "Pyaar naam ki cheez sirf books mein hoti hai... asli duniya mein sab paisa dekhte hain." And then, there's Adhira Singh - 20, short, clumsy, bubbly. A girl who could talk for hours, sing for days, and dream forever. She always believed- "One day, mera Rajkumar aayega... jo mujhe hamesha pyaar karega, hamesha sambhalega." When destiny ties them together through family bonds and promises... He thinks she's "just another gold digger". She thinks he's "the most arrogant, khadoos insaan on earth." But between his hate and her innocence... something begins to burn. 🔥 A story of two opposite worlds colliding. 🔥 Of wounds that heal with love. 🔥 Of a ruthless man who never believed in love... until he met the girl who sang her way into his heart. 🔥 Rudra × Adhira 💍 strangers → Lovers → Soulmates 🌹 Drama | Angst | Spice | Romance ✨ Follow for updates & teasers ⚠️All the pictures used in this story are taken from Pinterest. I do not own any of them. ⚠️⚠️This story may contain mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

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He got on the bed and pulled her to its middle, roughly enough to make her bounce on it. When he hovered his huge frame on top of her, tears welled up in her beady little eyes and they glittered in the moonlight. "Is my princess crying?..." He cooed and she immediately turned her face to the side because she didn't want to show him her vulnerability. But he forcefully grabbed her jaw and turned it to face him making her lips to pucker out. He gave her plump lips a tantalizing swipe of his tongue before taking them in a brutal kiss as she helplessly squirmed under him. She moaned as he deepened the kiss, biting and licking as if he couldn't get enough. Letting go of her lips with a suckling sound, he kneed her legs open and got in between them. Bracing his hands on the either side of her head, he started pepper kissing her jaw, as if he was trying sooth the harsh grip of his fingers. Using one hand he peeled down her top to reveal her naked bosoms because she wasn't wearing a bra. His breath staggered with lust when he saw her soft swells and the dark pink nipples. Kate tried her best to keep her mouth closed as he trailed his wet lips down her neck, kissed her collarbone and dipped further down. It was all too much for her and she couldn't take it anymore; So, she decided to do something she thought that she would never have to do in her life - Beg for her dignity. "Please...Quisito p-please stop...d-don't do this" Kate sobbed, when she felt him kiss the valley between her breasts. He sighed in frustration and looked up to meet her tear-stained face and quivering lips that murmured silent pleas. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy what I'm giving you like a good girl...." He purred, as he placed a gentle kiss on her exposed throat. "B-but I...don't want this" "And what makes you think that you have a choice....hmm?" he husked, while nibbling on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She was so tensed that he could feel her heartbeat against his lips.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

Adhira pov : "hey bhagwan" when will you listen to me ,when will you give me freedom from this hell? ........... I can't take it anymore now ......... is it that tough to take my life........... or is it because you perhaps also consider me flithy just ...please I beg you please take this miserable life that you gave me without my permission I hate this life please take me where you are please....pl .ple...ase I beg you I beg you (sobbed) Neer pov : I beg you I beg you (roared) live me alone ....for God sake why you all always want to decide for me I'm a fu#king grown man ,and can make decisions for myself I just love my life like this.... there is just one rule in my life DARLING "LIVE YOUR LIFE AT FULLEST other side: kill them all....no no no dhruv I totally forgot the rule which is in our rule book , death is for mistakes He did a sin (gritted his teeth) take him to basement...... POV Neer : hey badygirl I will make you regret your birth.....and make your life a living hell that you will beg for your life ( whispered) Adhira : (just stared blankling at him) which made him angry,he clinched his jaw and again whispered in her ears Neer : Malkin bnna tha n tumko tum jaisi ladkiyon ko Mai acche se janta hu naukrani n bna Diya n to kh na kya ( whispered in high pitch) And in response Adhira just chuckled dryly Adhira : Naukrani ko aur kitna naukrani bna lenge ( internally said) phase :2 Can't you see that I f#$king love you damn it......said???? Just stared blankly And that time a heart broke💔💔💔💔 phase :3 (A beautiful lady is crying sitting on her knees) :I'm ready to do anything for you what ever you say ( A chiseled man sitting on a chair with a manspread ..looking like he can devour the person infront of him wholesomely) tsked and said : Did you said any thing think again ... : yes anything :Think again and this time sensibly : yes yes yes I will do anything :....STRIP ( roared like a

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Cursed Curiosities Collection #2 - | Tandav Dancer X His Fan | COMPLETED "I'm going to carve myself into you," He growls, his hands gripping my thighs as he slams into me, the car shaking with each brutal, punishing thrust. "I'll touch you, fuck you, make you beg for more until you can't remember where you end and I begin." My body arches against his, fingers digging into his biceps as he pushes me deeper into the leather, fucking me relentlessly. ••• What happens when the fire of Tandav awakens an insatiable hunger? Omaksh Aghori is a master of the ancient art, a celebrated Tandav dancer, a feared perfectionist, and a man who needs no one in his tightly controlled world-until Muskan Singh dances in it. A soft-spoken, 20-year-old dreamer, who dances with a quiet grace and has dreams larger than life. She never imagined she'd become the object of obsession for the very man she idolized. For Omaksh, one look is all it takes to chain his darkness to her light-and it's game over. He didn't seek her. But now that he's found her, he'll stop at nothing to make her his, in every sense of the word. And Muskan? She doesn't realize it yet, but she's already become his nymph. ••• Available with English translations. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

Bhaavi is running out of time-or at least that's what the society and her family tells her. Over 30 and not married. Not even close. Not the conventional beauty with petite figure and perfect face, which unfortunately the marriage market demands, she sets out to lose extra kilos and get the skin treatments which the beauty influencers are raving about. Just one glitch. On her first day of gym she encounters her college bully, Vihaan Mehta. Devastatingly handsome and equally cruel, Vihaan never left a chance to torment Bhaavi, making her college life a living hell. Now 8 years later, he still can't seem to leave her alone. *** Excerpt- 11 years ago... "Better start switching those samosas with salad, or your father will have a hard time finding you a husband," he adds and another round of laughter echoes around me as if he said the funniest thing ever. My eyes water but I rather be dead than let this bastard know his words affect me. I blink my eyes to keep the tears at bay and take in a long breath. ---- Now... "It's been so long, isn't it Berry?" He says to me. I hate that freaking nickname. "Eight years," I mutter unconsciously. "Eight long years without seeing you," he states like he was deprived of his right. The way his hooded eyes regard me makes my heart jump, taking me back to college days.

A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).