Pranavi's spine throbbed as she stretched for the first time in hours, the dull ache from sitting hunched over her desk like a machine radiating through her limbs. Her fingertips were stained with smudged pencil lines, the sketchpad filled with clean illustrations to sell some overpriced migraine medicine. Corporate creativity, they called it.
This wasn't art. This wasn't freedom. And this...this was not what she had imagined when she dreamed of making something that mattered.
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Mriganayani was raised to be the perfect princess of the Mahindra Dynasty—silent, obedient, destined for a marriage chosen by the throne. In a kingdom where royal women exist only to secure alliances and bear heirs, she secretly longs for more. More freedom. More choice. More power than her fate was ever willing to offer. But the night of her initiation changes everything. Good girl Mriganayani, who followed every rule her entire life, breaks the most sacred one when she chooses him—Vadya, the captured enemy warrior feared across kingdoms. A man who has never bowed to a king, a queen, or a blade. Yet for the princess who meets his gaze with trembling courage, he would kneel. He would shatter. He would worship. A forbidden romance. A story of power and vengeance. A journey of a young woman discovering the fire she was never meant to hold.
When the Prince of Daimyra, a demon species, finds his mate in a half-human, he isn’t ready to accept it. She is too fragile, too breakable to satisfy his beast. But nature has other plans. Fate has bound them together, and no matter how hard he resists, her pull burns through every wall he’s built. She was never meant to be his, yet she is the one destined for him. He will make her his, slowly, painfully, completely, and he will do everything in his power to make it possible.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, obedient, quiet, shy girl. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩? 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. Viraj was the broken boy my father brought home. Traumatized. Dangerous. Untouchable. He was the kind of man women fall to their knees for. And held the power to ruin them forever. I should’ve run. Instead, I watched. I listened. I learned him…his scent, his darkness, his rage. I stole pieces of him like forbidden trophies, and I pleasured myself to the thought of his hands… tightening around my throat. Now I’m twenty-five. And he’s back. Older. Colder. No longer the quiet boy hidden under our stairs…but the man who holds secrets darker than mine. And I still want him. Even if it means surrendering my innocence for his cruelty. Even if he punishes me for every filthy thought I’ve ever had. Because some desires are twisted. And some love stories are born from obsession, sin, and the darkest corners of the heart. 🚫This book is meant for 18+ readers🚫
These are all the uncut spicy chapters with details I could not include on Wattpad. Read on your own risk.
My past haunts me still and the darkness is growing. I know it will take me soon. Everyday is a struggle without Anya. The hole she left is killing me slowly but I am living for my daughter. My daughter is my life. I am not the person I used to be. I am neither bad nor good, I am just a dad. And all I want is to be enough for my daughter.
I thought he was the first man to ever see me. To really see me. Not just the weight I carried or the insecurities I buried beneath my clothes- But me. So I followed him. Trusted him. Loved him. Now I wake up in a room I can't leave. A captive. To an uncertain future. He has something sinister planned for me. And the only way out... might be to make the devil fall in love. 🚫🚫🚫 This isn't a love story. Not the sweet kind. It's dark. Twisted. Addictive. The kind where the hero does unforgivable things- and you'll still find yourself wanting him. He's not safe. And neither is what you'll feel. !!!Only Intended For Adults Over 18!!!
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