
RANVIJAY'S POV:-
I am not a good man.


I am not a good man.

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#๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ. Step into the intoxicating, blood-soaked world of 13 CE Rajputana, where crowns are won with swords and love is the most dangerous conquest of all. Ruthless, merciless, and devastatingly handsome, KARTHIKEYA SINGH RATHORE is a king wrapped in darkness and drenched in the blood of his enemies. He has no use for mercy and even less use for love, but he can't deny the strange, maddening pull he feels toward the woman he collided with in a moonlit corridor-the forbidden princess of his greatest rival. She's the fire he shouldn't touch, the one puzzle his cold heart can't solve. And when fate forces them into the same sacred city, he breaks every rule he's ever lived by to claim what he knows he can never have. Every demon has their ruin. She's his. His obsession. His madness. His only salvation. His pranpriye. ***************************************** Innocent, beautiful, and fiercer than she knows, NAYANTARA SINGH AGNIVANSHI is a dreamer trapped in a world that demands her silence. Between her secret studies of medicine and the suffocating expectations of royalty, she has little room for anything else. But when a chance encounter with the Demon King of Jaipur sets her heart and her world on fire, she's forced to confront feelings she's never dared to name. Because despite Karthikeya's reputation as a monster, he makes her feel everything she's been taught to suppress. Alive. Wanted. Dangerously seen. Theirs is a love forged in stolen glances and wrapped in forbidden desire. A love that could unite kingdoms-or burn them all to ash. And when the secrets buried in blood and betrayal finally surface, they'll have to choose: their kingdoms, their honor, or the one person who makes them feel truly alive. In a world ruled by war and vengeance, their love is the most dangerous weapon of all. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Mature | Dark Historical royal romance | Revenge | Enemies to Lovers | Power play | Manuplation.



๐. ยฐโโ.เณเฟ*:๏ฝฅ .....แกฃ๐ญฉ.แ A Gang mob boss & A writer. A game neither of them planned to play. Zeviano Mogilevich doesn't chase. He claims. And the moment Aaliyah Joliette walked into his world - all drunken, completely unaware - he'd already decided she wasn't leaving. She came to Moscow for a better life. She didn't know she had gotten the demon crazy for her just by one glance. And He will make sure she belongs to Him. แฏโ "You walked into my world with that pretty smile, la mia fiamma -" his voice dropped to something barely above silence. "Do you know what I do to pretty things?" Her breath caught. "I'm not afraid of you." He tilted his head. Slow. Like a predator that had all the time in the world. "No." His fingers found her jaw - not rough. Worse. Gentle. "You're afraid of how much you don't want to run." She opened her mouth. He pressed one finger to her lips. "Don't lie to me, cherry. I've buried men for less honest sins than yours." โโโโ เญจเญง โโโโ Erotica | A mafia Romance | Morally grey | Twisted Lies | Secerts.

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๐ช๐๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ ๐st ๐๐ข๐ข๐, โโโโ เญจเญง โโโโ ๐ค ๐ช๐๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ง ๐ค Two souls, tangled in the threads of destiny. scarred by love, and bound by a force the world was never meant to understand. He's the ruthless Prince of Chittorgarh, cold as the shadows he commands. She's a doctor with a heart of steel, healing others while her own remains are broken. When their worlds collide, love doesn't bloom-it burns. In the fire of passion and betrayal, nothing is the same. Because sometimes, love isn't a blessing it's the deadliest curse fate ever created. But in this twisted, dangerous world, love is no longer a gift. It's a curse. And it's the most beautiful, painful, and deadly one they've ever known. Will their hearts survive the flames, or will they be consumed? Because in the game of fate, not all threads are meant to be untangled. Some are woven to destroy.



Rhea Shukla studies the human mind. She believes no one is born a monster- every monster was once a hurt child. Xavier De Calvetti is not just broken. He is dangerous, powerful, and always in control. A rich man with a dark empire built on fear and blood. One night, Rhea saves his life, thinking he is just a stranger. But that one moment changes everything. Xavier becomes obsessed with her. He doesnโt believe in loveโonly in control and possession. And now, he believes Rhea is the only one who can fix him. But Rhea soon realizesโฆ He doesnโt want to be healed. How do you help someone who enjoys being dark? How do you treat someone who doesnโt want to change? As Rhea gets pulled into his dangerous world,the line between doctor and patient starts to fade. Because sometimes,the most dangerous people are the ones who fall in love. Dark Romance | Enemies to Lovers | Mystery | Erotica



โ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐น๐ผ๐๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ.... ๐ ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ.โ โฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟโฟ She was built to be his shield. She became his undoing. Sent to protect the most dangerous man in the underworld, she walked into his world with a mission, a mask, and a past buried so deep even she had stopped looking for it. He was Cronus - feared, ruthless, untouchable. A mafia king who bowed to no one and felt nothing. But secrets have a way of bleeding through. And loyalty? Loyalty has a price. Lies wrapped in loyalty. Love wrapped in betrayal. This is not a love story. This is a war - fought in shadows, sealed with sin, and destroyed by the one thing neither of them planned for. A story of revenge, secrets, and a love that was never meant to survive.



I loved him in silence for eight years. Eight. Whole. Years. While he looked right through me like I was invisible. While he treated me like nothing more than his best friend's annoying little sister. While he built walls so high around his heart that even God couldn't climb them. Ruhaan Kapoor. The man who taught me what love was without ever knowing he held my heart in his hands. He was forbiddenโmy brother's best friend, my professor, four years older, completely out of reach. But did I care? Not even a little. I fell for him when I was sixteen and stupid enough to believe love could conquer anything. I watched him become colder after whatever broke him before I knew him. I saw him turn into this untouchable, unreachable man who didn't believe in love anymore. But did it make me stop loving him? Never. I tried everythingโchanged myself, grew up, became the woman I thought he might notice. I studied medicine hoping to impress him. I wore my Nani's wolf pendant like armor, pretending I was brave enough to fight for what I wanted. I stayed close even when distance would've hurt less. And finallyโfinallyโsomething shifted. He looked at me. Not as a child. Not as his friend's sister. But as me. For one beautiful, impossible moment, I thought I'd won. I thought we could rewrite our story. I thought love would be enough. But then everything shattered. One night. One truth. One devastating choice. And suddenly, the man I'd loved for eight years became a stranger wearing a face I used to worship. His darkness consumed everything we could've been. His secrets destroyed the fragile hope I'd built. His past came back like a ghost, and I realizedโ Some loves aren't meant to survive. Some men are too broken to be saved. And some girls need to learn that loving someone doesn't mean losing yourself. So now? Now I don't want him anymore. Now I'm walking away from the equation that never balanced. Now I'm choosing me. This is my story. The girl who loved a man made of ice and shadows. The girl who finally learned that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let go. I, NAVYA VYAS - The one who loved him first, and left him last...

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