Hii everyone!

It's me heer , this is my first dark romance book so if I made any kind of mistake so please forgive me . I will try to do my best and hope you all like it .

Welcome to a world where love bleeds and obsession burns. This is not a fairy tale. This is dark, twisted, and unrelenting-a story of possession, desire, and the kind of love that leaves scars on both the heart and soul.

The characters you will meet are dangerous, morally grey, and fiercely obsessive. They will hurt, they will crave, they will destroy-and in the wreckage, you might see something resembling love.

This book contains mature themes-including violence, sexual content, psychological intensity, and morally complex relationships. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This is for those who can endure the fire, not just admire it from afar.

Turn the page only if you are ready to surrender to obsession. Because once you enter this world, there is no turning back.

Welcome to my dark romance. You might survive it-but you will never be the same.

This book is completely based on my imagination so Do not compare my book or any character of my book to any other book or your any favourite character.

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Tropes~

Age gap

Two heart- beats for one

Stalker

Enemies to lover (partially)

Fake love

Twisted love- Twisted by him

Possessive Fml x extremely obsessed Ml

Forced proximity

Touch-Her-and-Die

See Him and Burn the world

Hidden identity

Love written in blood

And many more.......

Prologue

A heavy silence had filled the room only moments before he arrived-the kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes breathing feel wrong. But the second he stepped in, everything shifted. The air thickened. The calm shattered.

I stood in front of him, frozen, my body stiff with fear. I knew whatever was about to happen next was something no one in this room was prepared for-not even me. Behind me, several men stood like a wall, their presence meant to protect me. Their shoulders were tense, their bodies ready.

Every pair of eyes behind me was locked onto him, sharp and alert like hunters waiting for the first strike. They were prepared to fight. Prepared to die if necessary.

But he wasn't looking at them.

His eyes sticks on me.

Those dark, bottomless eyes-so black they almost swallowed the light-were fixed on my face with terrifying focus, as if the rest of the room didn't exist.

My courage faltered under that stare. I looked down at the floor, trying to steady my breathing. My hands trembled slightly at my sides. But after a moment, I forced myself to look up again.

And I said the words.

"I want a divorce."

The moment the words left my mouth, a gunshot shattered the room.

My head snapped to the side in shock. One of the men behind me dropped to the ground instantly, lifeless, blood spreading across the floor beneath him.

My breath caught. My body began to tremble uncontrollably as I stared at the body... at the blood... at the reality of what had just happened.

He stepped closer to me slowly, unhurriedly, as if the chaos meant nothing to him. The gun was still in his hand when he reached out and lifted my chin up with that gun, forcing my face toward his.

His voice came out low, dark, and terrifyingly calm.

"What did you say, sugar?"

But my eyes were still locked on the dead man lying on the floor.

"Look at me."

The command cracked through the air.

Before my mind could even catch up, more gunshots rang out-one after another.

My eyes widened in horror as the remaining men behind me collapsed. Bodies hitting the floor. Blood staining the silence.

My entire body shook now, fear crawling through my veins like ice.

He closed the last bit of distance between us. With the gun, he nudged my face upward again, forcing me to meet his gaze.

Then he leaned in close-so close his lips brushed against my lips.

His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.

"Say that again, sugar... or I'll burn the whole fvcking world right now."

My breath hitched. My eyes flickered with fear, but something stubborn and unbreakable inside me refused to bend.

Slowly... quietly... I said it again.

"I want a divorce."

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then he stepped back.

To my surprise, he simply walked to the couch and sat down, crossing one leg over the other like he always did-calm, composed, completely unreadable. No anger twisted his features. No frustration. No rage.

Just that chilling, controlled calm.

The silence stretched painfully between us. I stared at him, confused, my heart still pounding wildly in my chest.

Then he spoke.

His voice was low, commanding, and final.

"Strip Now"

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He leaned closer-closer than before. His arm was bleeding badly. The sight of it made me panic, and with fear in my voice i pleaded,

"Stop this war!"

But he only moved nearer.

He stepped so close that there was no space left between us. Then he lowered his head and buried his face in the curve of my neck.

His lips brushed softly against my skin, slow and gentle, as if I were the only thing left in his world. As if the chaos around us did not exist.

Each kiss grew deeper, more desperate, yet strangely tender. It was like he had forgotten everything else-the war, the pain, the blood.

My breath faltered. My heart raced.

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He was trying to protect her-protect her from the whole world, from every danger that could reach her. But more than that, he was trying to protect her from himself, from the storm of chaos that lived inside him.

To him, she was something fragile and precious, something the world could easily break. And even though he was part of that broken world, he still stood in front of her like a shield, willing to face everything alone if it meant she would remain safe.

No matter how loud the battle inside him grew, his only wish was the same:

that none of it would ever touch her.

But she was not fragile. She was not someone the world could easily break or push around. No one could simply mess with her and walk away untouched.

Maybe she looked innocent.

Maybe she truly was... or maybe she wasn't.

But there was one thing that always surrounded her like a shadow-secrets. Hidden secrets. The kind that stayed buried deep, never spoken out loud.

And somehow, every one of those secrets led back to him.

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Hey my girly pops ♡︎

I know this prologue was supposed to be uploaded earlier, but you know your Heer... a little late hihi. But it's finally here!

So tell me-how do you like it? Are you excited for what's coming next? Because trust me, this story is just getting started.

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