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  • Twisted VengeanceTwisted Vengeance

    Twisted Vengeance

    The wedding hall shimmered with gold and crimson, yet she sat like a lifeless doll, her eyes lowered, her hands trembling beneath bridal bangles. Chitraangda-dressed as a bride, but chained by fate. The heavy doors burst open. Abhiraj strode in, his gaze burning like fire. Without a word, he yanked at her dupatta, tearing it from her head and tossing it to the floor. Gasps echoed, but he didn't care. He seized her jaw in his iron grip, forcing her to look into his ruthless eyes. His voice dripped venom, low and merciless. "Don't expect any mercy from me, Chitraangda. I'll fu*k you so hard that you'll remember this night for the rest of your life. You'll burn in my vengeance-every breath, every tear, every scar will remind you that you're mine to destroy." Her lips quivered, her heart sank, and in that instant she knew-her wedding was not the beginning of love, but the birth of her torment. _______________________________________________________________ She was innocent-pure as dawn, untouched by deceit. But in his blinded rage, Abhiraj branded her as his culprit. And with every cruel word, every merciless touch, he tore her soul apart, piece by piece, until her laughter turned to silence and her existence to scars.

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  • Obsidian revengeObsidian revenge

    Obsidian revenge

    Bundles of notes hit her face, scattering across the floor like fallen leaves. His eyes were cold, his voice sharper than any blade. "From today," he said, stepping closer until his shadow swallowed her, "you belong to me. My concubine. My bed-warmer. Your loving husband..."-he smirked-"...has sold you to me." Her breath caught, but the horror in her eyes only seemed to please him. The trap had closed. There was no escape. ___________________________________________________ ShauryaVeer Rajvansh was a man feared by many and challenged by none. But behind his power burned a rage that would not die. The moment he saw Ambar Khurana, he made a decision-she would be his mistress, whether she agreed or not. Why did he hate her? Why did he want to shatter her world and chain her to his? To know the answers, you must step into a story where revenge wears many faces... and desire can be more dangerous than hate. ___________________________________________________ šŸ“Œ ⚠ Content Warning ⚠ This book contains extreme mature scenes including rape, abuse, murder, and violence. These elements are portrayed as part of the dark reality of the story and are NOT glorified or romanticized. If you are uncomfortable with such content or expecting a light romance or happy ending, this book is not for you. Please refrain from unnecessary complaints in the comment section.

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  • Unwritten PagesUnwritten Pages

    Unwritten Pages

    Did we get what we want ??????? To know dive into this story.......... He didn't just touch me. He devoured me. My legs were wide, trembling, locked around his shoulders as his tongue circled with maddening control-licking, flicking, stopping right when I started to beg. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. "Professor..." I gasped, voice high and helpless. He froze again. Looked up slowly. That jaw, glistening with me. Eyes dark. "Say. My. Name." "I-I can't-" I whined, hips rising, chasing his mouth. He grinned. "Then I'll make you." His fingers slid in-slow and deep, curling just right-and my cry turned into a ragged scream. He moved them with agonizing precision, each thrust sending electric shocks through me. "Still not saying it?" he mocked, eyes locked on mine. "You're soaked for me, Autumn. Dripping. And I haven't even f**ked you yet." My back arched off the bed. "Nishil-please-more-" He paused. "That's better." He leaned over, fingers still moving inside me, and whispered into my mouth: "No more sir. No more professor. Just me. Your Nishil. The man who's going to make you forget every other name." He kissed me hard, hand still buried between my thighs, curling and twisting until my thighs shook around him. I moaned his name again, louder this time. "Nishil... f**k-" "Oh, I plan to," he growled. And in the next second, I was on top of him-his hands gripping my waist, guiding me down slowly, deliciously, inch by inch. I gasped. He cursed. His head fell back, lips parted as he watched me take all of him. "You feel like heaven," he whispered, breathless. But his hands tightened again. "Now ride me, Autumn" And don't you dare stop saying my name." dive into the tale of revenge betrayal and forced love

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