BLURB & AESTHETICS
My spine slams against the plush leather of the car seat, breath hitching as a towering silhouette engulfs me
His body, carved from brutality and sin, cages me in. His stare is venom. His touch, fire
I claw at him, trembling, trying to push back the overwhelming strength pressing into mine, but I’m a feather against a storm. A puppet in the grasp of a predator who knows I won’t break free
"Let me go! This is wrong—" My protest dies, buried in the pit of my throat as his lips descend, colliding with mine in a kiss so ruthless it tears my resolve apart. My lungs scream for air, but all he gives me is destruction. All I feel is him— ravaging, consuming, obliterating
He yanks a fistful of my hair, forcing my neck back, his mouth brushing over mine like a brand. My skin crackles under his heat. Every fiber in me surrenders to the inferno
“I warned you, Sana,” he murmurs, voice rough, breath like smoke, “there’s no way out of me.” He licks the curve of my ear, biting softly. “You belonged to me the moment I tasted what was never meant to be mine — your sweet, forbidden cunt”
Shame claws through me, but my eyes betray me — wide, unblinking, starving for more of his sin
“You’re my cousin’s uncle,” I whisper, barely able to speak, the guilt burning my throat. “This isn’t just wrong — it’s vile. I can’t betray her—”
My words are silenced by the wicked grind of his hips, his hardness pressed against my core. My moan betrays me.
He smirks against my cheek, lips grazing my flushed skin with sadistic softness. “And I don’t give a fuck who she is,” He growls. “When I say you’re mine, I mean it. You breathe for me now”
Then he’s kissing me again — no, devouring me — until I stop thinking and start surrendering. I unravel in his chaos
I didn’t come looking for this madness.
It was supposed to be a harmless three-day wedding trip. A break. A visit to Kashmir to celebrate my maternal cousin’s marriage — simple, bright, annoyingly traditional
But I never expected to meet him
Ivaan Chaturvedi
My aunt’s step-brother. A man 14 years older. A man who doesn’t believe in rules, morality, or mercy
He is not kind
He is not safe
He is the storm you pray never finds you
With eyes that burn through bone and a voice that slithers through your spine, Ivaan doesn't ask — he takes
He’s poisonous. Charismatic. Addictive.
And once I tasted his cruelty, I was marked
I didn’t fall in love with him
I fell into a prison built of lust, rage, and obsession
Now, I’m drowning in him — and he refuses to let me breathe
I try to fight, to claw my way back to sanity, to family, to the girl I was before
But every time I run, he’s there
Waiting. Watching. Wanting
He doesn't just want my body
He wants my guilt
My shame
My soul
And now that I’ve let the devil between my thighs–
There’s no going back
Shut the front door before i open my mouth!
First of all, this book is a complete imagination and have nothing to do with reality
They do no share any blood, i repeat THEY DO NOT SHARE ANY BLOOD
He is her maternal aunt's step brother and has nothing to do with her or her family. They dont even have any slight hint of each other's existence
The relationship is completely okay, fair and square until it comes to life
Please do not do this in your life
Apart from any blabbering shits, we are going to have lots of fun
Most of my readers are extremely mature and understanding, but if you are new, you might find my book pretty dark and disturbing
Last but not least give the book a chance if you can because your mental health always comes first
T R O P E S
• Dark Forbidden Romance
• Age Gap Romance (14 Years)
• Possessive Male Lead
• Morally Gray Antihero
• Obsession
• Power Imbalance
• Forced Proximity
• Twisted Soulmates
• Dub-Con / Non-Con Elements
• Self-Harm
• Emotional Manipulation
• Family Betrayal
• Toxic Relationship
• Shame & Guilt
• Violence
• Mentally Unstable Love Interest
•Addicted To The Pain
• Loss Of Identity
• Psychological Manipulation
• Sinful Desire
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. It contains dark themes including obsession, emotional manipulation, age gap dynamics, self-harm, and morally ambiguous characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters, events, and settings are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
AESTHETICS
