He grips my chin forcing me to look at him. "I was never meant to be a hero," he murmurs, eyes dark and wild. "heroes hesitate. They have limits. But me?" his lips curl into a wicked smirk. "I have none, Jaana."

"you think you can keep me here forever?" my voice is sharp, laced with fury, but beneath it... there's something else. A tremor, a hesitation.

"You want to believe you hate me. You want to resist. But we both know the truth." He said having a mocking smirk over his face. He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between us. And I....

I shiver, my breaths hitching as he reaches his hand towards my cheeks, brushing his knuckles against my cheek, so gently. "you'll never break me, I'm not your wife anymore." I whisper.

He chuckles, low and dark while his eyes having a strange darkness that only increasing my fear, "I don't need to break you, butterfly. I just need to make you crave for me again. And you think that those ordinary ink-stained paper, can give you a pass for your freedom from me? Tsh...Tsh...Tsh... Nhi Jaana, kyunki jis ghadi in aakhon ne tumhe phli dafa dekha tha, uss ghadi se TUMHRI HAR EK SANS SIRF OR SIRF MERE NAAM HO GYI THI."

(Because the moment, these eyes saw you for the first time, from that moment onwards, every breath of yours became mine alone)

[It's just a trailer darling, whole story is yet to uncover.]

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Rajveer Singh Singhania

What are you really looking for when you pick up a dark romance book?

A mafia man with a soft heart?

Someone full of mercy, morals, and gentle confessions?

A hero who respects everyone, values relationships perfectly, and loves like a green-flag fantasy boyfriend?

Oh please. That’s not dark romance—that’s just romance with a leather jacket.

And honestly, don't b selfish or overly judgmental in the comment section.

Rajveer Singh Singhania is a mafia.

Not a misunderstood puppy.

Not a secretly angelic man pretending to be bad.

He doesn’t belong to anyone—he owns.

He doesn’t negotiate—he rules.

He doesn’t warn—he destroys.

He kills.

He manipulates.

He is ruthless, merciless, and dangerous.

He does not know how to love the way normal people do.

He does not know how to express emotions with soft words or gentle gestures.

He has never learned how to be vulnerable without it turning into violence.

So what exactly are you expecting from him?

That he’ll suddenly become respectful, patient, emotionally intelligent, and poetic just because he fell in love?

That he’ll worship the ground his wife walks on, kiss her feet, and talk about consent and communication like a booktok therapist?

That’s not his world.

That’s not his psychology.

That’s not him.

Rajveer shows feelings in the only language he knows:

Possession

Control

Protection

Obsession

Destruction of anyone who threatens what’s his

In his mind, love is not soft—it’s absolute.

Love is not freeing—it’s binding.

Love is not safe—it’s fatal.

He doesn’t say “I love you”.

He says “I will burn the world if it touches you.”

And that doesn’t make him a good man.

It makes him a dark romance male lead.

If you want a morally correct, emotionally available, respectful hero—there are hundreds of books for that.

But don’t walk into a dark romance, read about a mafia king, and then complain that he behaves like a mafia king.

Dark romance is uncomfortable.

It’s toxic.

It’s intense.

It’s not meant to be justified—it’s meant to be understood within its genre.

Rajveer is not written to be your ideal man.

He is written to be dangerous, unpredictable, and devastating—even in love.

And that’s exactly the point.

Khyati Sharma

Aur rahi baat Khyati ki—

Bhaiii, woh iss kahani ki ek ordinary ladki hai.

Na mafia, na trained killer, na koi cold-blooded strategist.

Wo bas ek ladki hai jo apne pati se pyar kar baithi hai.

Jab insaan pyar karta hai na, to wo dimaag se nahi sochta—

dil se faisle karta hai.

Aur Khyati bhi wahi karti hai.

Please:

Khyati koi mastermind nahi hai.

Wo koi lethal character nahi hai jo har situation ko perfectly calculate kare.

Usne agar kabhi kisi ko maara bhi,

to isliye nahi ki use khoon pasand hai,

balki isliye kyunki log uski jaan lene aaye the.

Self-defence ko brutality mat banao.

Toh please, bahar baith kar judge mat karna.

Haan, wo Rajveer ki biwi hai—

par usse pehle wo ek insaan hai.

Ek normal ladki jise bas pyaar chahiye tha.

Jise apni zindagi mein thoda sa sukoon chahiye tha.

Usne Rajveer mein apna peace dhundha.

Usne wahan wo cheez paayi jo use kabhi mili hi nahi—

ehsaas ki wo kisi ki priority hai.

Ab agar wo apne dil se faisle leti hai,

agar wo apne pyaar par bharosa karti hai,

to isme problem kya hai?

Har ladki strong hone ka matlab bandook uthana nahi hota.

Kabhi-kabhi pyaar mein tik jaane ki himmat hi sabse badi strength hoti hai.

Khyati perfect nahi hai.

Wo galtiyan karti hai.

Wo toot jaati hai.

Wo confuse hoti hai.

Aur yahi cheez use real banati hai.

Toh please—

use ek mafia queen banane ki expectations mat rakho,

aur na hi use is baat ke liye shame karo

ki usne dil se pyaar kiya.

Kyunki iss kahani mein

Rajveer andhera hai,

aur Khyati uss andhere mein jalti hui ek normal si roshni.

This message for everyone who will just judge the characters.

And please stop expecting every book to run on same tropes and twists.