Introduction
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Copyright & Disclaimer :
© All Rights Reserved [2025] By Desidreamer_KK
No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed without MY [DESIDREAMER_KK] written permission.
This story contains mature themes, including explicit adult content, dark romance, horror-themed elements, possessiveness, and scenes involving dominance, and submission. It is intended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Prologue :
His thumb brushed her tears away, his eyes soft for a fleeting heartbeat. “I told you, Raga… even death cannot steal me from you.” His voice lowered, raw and trembling. “But then I see you like this… as another man’s bride…”
His gaze flicked to the faint vermilion staining her hairline, and his chest heaved as if the sight was poison, choking him.
“It suffocates me…” he growled, his tone harsh now, hands gripping her jaw tightly. “Tell me, tell me how you let this happen! Did you forget me even for a breath? Did you believe them? Did you give yourself to him, while I rotted beneath the earth?”
But she did not flinch. She did not cower beneath his fury. Her tear-brimmed eyes met his, steady, fearless. “I never forgot you,” she whispered fiercely. “Not for a breath, not for a heartbeat. They broke me, Rudhira. They told me I could save you if I..if I..” her voice broke, the shame clawing her throat. “I believed them, Rudhira… I thought I was saving you…”
Something shattered inside him at her words. With a groan of longing and anguish, he pulled her into his lap, caging her against his chest. His hand fisted in her breast band, yanking her against him, the fabric straining under his grip.
“Save me? By binding yourself to him? By letting his vermilion stain you?” His other hand smudged the streak in her hair until red dust clung to his fingers. His grip on her breast band tightened, ready to rip it from her, to claim her here, now, on the very bed Agnidev had dared to call her his.
"No… not here…” She whispered, her eyes, unwilling, flicked toward the threshold where Agnidev’s corpse still lay, eyes frozen wide in death. The sight twisted her stomach.
Rudhira followed her gaze, and something snapped. His eyes blazed, jaw tightening as he growled low, the sound scraping like a beast cornered. “You dare..” his voice thundered, sharp with venom. “You dare look at another man while I'm here?”
His hand closed over her waist, rough, punishing, making her whimper. “You need a lesson, wife. A lesson to never turn those eyes away from me again.”
“Rudhira…” she breathed again, almost like a prayer. “What… are you doing?”
A dark, crooked smirk curved his lips as he whispered against her ear. “Destroying heaven, little storm….And building a kingdom from its ashes.”
Tropes :
✦ Dark Romance
✦ Reincarnation
✦ Forbidden Romance
✦ Cursed Lovers
✦ Dark Possessive Hero
✦ Dominant × Submissive
Author's Note :
Welcome to 'Mine Beyond Death', a tale rooted in Desi dark gothic romance, laced with paranormal twists and haunting emotions.
The hero of this story is unhinged, dangerously possessive, and hopelessly devoted — a one-woman man who blurs the line between love and madness.
Give it a try, and let their world pull you in, I promise, you’ll feel every shiver and every sigh.
English isn’t my first language, but storytelling is. These stories are my heart written in borrowed words....thank you for reading with kindness.
✨ Updates every Tuesday & Friday.
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