𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Play - Katra Katra by Ankit tiwari

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D E D I C A T I O N

For the girls who want a man who ruins her ability to walk

by doing it instead of ruining her mental peace.

So this book is for you

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T R O P E S

Dark romance

Brother's Best Friend

Forced Marriage

Forbidden Love

Slow burn

Secret Crush

Marriage of Convenience

Politician's Enemy

He fell first and harder

Law student X Underworld maifa

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C H A R A C T E R S

Sahira Sharan

22 years old law student

Abhimaan Singh Chauhan

30 years old underworld maifa and politician

Reyansh's Sharan - Her brother

29 years old businessman

Esha Sharan - Her sister in law

26 years old interior designer

Dhruv X Dhruvi - Her brother's twins

5 years old

Samrat Singh Chauhan- His grandfather

78 years old head of Chauhan industry

Naitik Singh Chauhan - His father

53 years old politician

Gauri Chauhan - His mother

49 years old owner of orphanage

Aradhya Chauhan- His sister

20 years old studying Fashion Design

Maahir Chauhan - His unmarried uncle

43 years old CEO of Chauhan industry

Ava Deora - Sahira's bestfriend

23 years old IITian

Reika Deora - Ava's mother

40 years old CEO of deora industry

Neel Khurana - Abhimaan's bodyguard

28 years old highly trained

Matteo Russo - Abhimaan's maifa friend

31 years old mafia of Italy

Eva Smith - Matteo's wife

26 years old actress

Ranveer Rathore - The villain

29 years old flop politician

Nikolai Ray Smirnov

50 years old Russian mafia

Zoya Habib

24 years old Secretary

God

29 years old security firm's owner

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CONTENT WARNING & DISCLAIMER

This story is an intense, mature romance that dives into trauma, healing, intimacy and the push-and-pull of power between two people. Every dark theme here was written thoughtfully but that doesn't change the fact that this book contains explicit content and subject matter that could be difficult for some readers. This book is fully erotica.

Read at your own pace and take care of yourself.

Themes touched on in this story include:

• Illness

• Anxiety and panic attacks

• Marks left behind - biting, pulling, bruising (all consensual)

• Abuse

• Death/violence

When it comes to intimacy, expect:

• Sex in semi-public or public settings, with the thrill/risk of getting caught

• Rougher Sex

• Clothed Sex

• A dominant partner who takes verbal control in the bedroom

• Sex used as a language when words aren't enough.

Scenes go into detail on:

• Oral sex

• Extended scenes across multiple positions

If any of this isn't for you, that's okay please step away now.

Moving forward means you're choosing this story, triggers and all with full awareness of what's inside.

COPYRIGHT

This is a work of fiction. No part of this book may be copied, reproduced, or reposted without the author's permission. Plagiarism will be reported.

P R O L O G U E

I grabbed the edge of my red lehenga, its heavy fabric dragging against the floor as I stood in front of the mirror.

The embroidery caught the golden lights in my room, sparkling so beautifully that for a second, i almost forgot how badly I wanted to rip it off.

I stared at my reflection.

Jewelry covered my neck and wrists. My eyes were lined with kohl, my lips painted the perfect shade of red. My hair was done, my dupatta placed carefully, every detail arranged to make me look like someone's dream.

But I didn't look like myself.

I looked like a girl dressed for sacrifice.

It was strange how everyone outside probably thought I was lucky tonight.

They would look at me and see a beautiful bride, a rich wedding, a powerful groom, a perfect future but no one would look close enough to see the truth.

No one would notice how my hands were shaking. No one would hear how loudly my heart was begging me to run.

This is cage for me.

I lifted my hand slowly and looked at the ring resting on my finger. The diamond glimmered under the light, cold and expensive. I like it but not the person who slid it.

People called rings a promise. This one felt more like a warning.

My jaw tightened. "I hate him," I whispered to the empty room.

My own voice sounded weak but the hatred inside me didn't. "I will never marry him."

The thought of his face made anger rise inside me all over again. That calm expression, that controlling voice. The way he spoke like everything was already his.

As if I was already his. Huh, Over my dead body.

I turned away from the mirror before I had to keep looking at the stranger standing in it. Gathering my lehenga in both hands, I moved toward the door as quietly as I could.

Every step felt dangerous.

The hallway outside was glowing with diyas warm and beautiful, while laughter and wedding music floated through the house. Somewhere downstairs, people were celebrating a marriage that hadn't happened yet.

Ughh i hate these peoples.

When they find out the bride has run away? It's going to be so exciting !

I walked faster, gripping the spare key in my hand so tightly it hurt. My pulse pounded in my ears as I reached the second exit and slid the key into the lock.

"Please work otherwise I have to marry that bastard, please my pretty little key." I whispered while welling to key.

The key turned and lock clicked open.

Relief rushed through me so suddenly I almost laughed "Thank you my pretty little key." I kiss the key.

I pushed the door open and stepped outside into the cool night air. A sleek black car waited near the back gate exactly where it was supposed to be.

Thank God the driver came. I already told him to come at this time and i am so happy that my plan succeed.

I didn't waste another second. Holding up my lehenga, I hurried toward the car, my anklets chiming softly with every rushed step. I opened the back door and slipped inside quickly, shutting it behind me.

Freedom felt one breath away.

"Drive." I said, trying to steady my voice.

Nothing happened i frowned. "Drive." still nothing.

What the hell is wrong with this driver?

Fear slid back into my chest "I said drive the car." I snapped, leaning forward then I looked up.

And my blood went cold.

It's him, it's this jerk

Abhimaan Singh Chauhan sat in the driver's seat. One hand rested on the steering wheel. The other on his thigh very calm and relaxed.

Like he had all the time in the world, like he had known I would come straight to him.

My throat dried instantly. "A-ap?"

(You)

His eyes met mine dark eyes. Why i feel he is undressing me and kissing me through his eyes. And I hate it.

How did he know? How was he always there when I needed escape the most Why did every road somehow end with him?

His lips curved slightly not enough to be called a smile.

"Itna mat bhago sahira ki pairo mein dard ho jaye." he said in that deep, smooth voice that made anger crawl under my skin.

(Run carefully sahira that you might hurt your feet.)

I wanted to claw that calmness off his face. "Abhi shaadi baki hai humari." he added.

(Our wedding is still left.)

"Mai yeh shaadi nahi karne wali." My voice shook but not from fear, from rage.

(I am not going to marry you.)

He only smirked. That unbearable, arrogant smirk which i hate most but to be honest it's attractive.

Then he started the engine."Hogi. Chahe tum chaho ya nahi... par hogi humari shaadi." he said, eyes on the road now.

(It will happen. Whether you want it or not... our marriage will happen.)

The car moved forward, fast enough to throw me back against the seat. Panic wrapped around my ribs.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.

The city lights blurred outside the window. Abhimaan didn't answer, he only drove faster.

Ughh what's wrong with man?

Wait WHAT this is my house...

To be continued....

Guysssssss how is it??? I can't waittttt nowwwwww

You all gonna love this book and if you don't then sorry baby you aren't good reader.

This is a dark romance book so some scenes and lines will be extreme but they won't cross the line.

I'm telling you this upfront kids should avoid this book and I'm not going to take any criticism.

If you don't like this book then just leave it, i don't want to hear your opinion. Keep your hate, criticism and opinion to yourself and if anyone dares to copy the storyline, I will take strict action.

Thank you!

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