...THE BOOK...

...𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬...

...𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 ʜᴇʀ 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢...

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...Dedication...

..."𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥"...

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Before you start the book!

✯The book is a dark romance novel, featuring explicit sexual content, graphic scenes, themes that challenge moral norms, and psychologically distressing elements such as PTSD and Rape.

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[Sexual Content: dubious breeding consent, daddy talk, spanking]

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✯Please note that this list is not exhaustive in detailing the triggering contents. Readers who are comfortable are welcomed to embark on the journey within the pages of this book.

✯Also, I only appreciate constructive criticism.

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Short Prologue

#Indian Dark Romance Book

He was my teacher and I was his student.

An 8-year age gap stretched between us.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

I didn't know, when it started but we had a forbidden secret between us.

Now, he is obsessed with me and I want to live in this dark fairytale forever.

18+

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...Character Analysis...

He is darker than the alley. Darker than the brightest sun. He is thirsty for power and control.

The richest man in the country, exudes an aura of mystery and danger. With a sharp mind and cunning wit, he attracts everyone like a moth to flame. He is a loop, an unsolved loop.

His power has become his inner demon.

He is 25.

Tall with piercing eyes, dark hair that falls over his forehead, chiseled jawline, aloof expression. His lips are inviting and forbidding at the same time. They are full, with an intoxicating shade of crimson.

He is nothing but dark, dark that holds power. power to kill, destroy, annihilate eradicate, and slay. BUT FOR HER, HE IS NOTHING BUT DARK, DARK THAT craves, yearns, lusts, aspires, admires, and desires, WORSHIPS AND DEVOTES.

She is brighter than the brightest sun. Innocent and jolly. She can light any room that she enters. She always sees the best in people and loves even the simplest of pleasures.

However, deep inside, there lies a deep seated loneliness. one that drowns her into depression. Despite this, she remains bubbly and optimistic.

She is 18.

She has a petite and delicate frame, with soft curves that gives her a feminine allure, her hair is a cascade of black curls, that frames her face while her eyes are warm and inviting shade of hazel,

she is nothing but bright, that laughs, cries, lacks, doubts, giggles, suffers.

BUT FOR HIM, SHE IS NOTHING BUT BRIGHT. BRIGHT THAT loves, yearns, feels, adores, values, desires.

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...Character Aesthetics...

"I have no desire to see you, kiss you or fuck you because you don't attract me"

Would be a complete lie, my darling

"You are booked, your whole existence will echo my name beneath me, right on your bed, with your parents just in the next room"

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"He was inside me, he tasted me, and I was screaming. I hated this"

"Would be a lie, he is my love"

"He is romantic, the way I never imagined~ he wasn't sweet, shy, or sugary.

He is passionate, intense, furious, raged, deep and DARK. He is obsessed"

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As jolly as she was, her life was a mess and so was her room. Anaya's hands were stained with red, blue and white paint, and her face was speckled with crumbs from chips, as she drew a charming boy in her sketch book.

Her dream man, a sweet, shy and utterly adorable figure and the one who always loves her.

As she hummed tunes, she brought her dream to life on the canvas.

Alone.

This is the word that described her life. She had a family and she loved her family, but did they love her? She was uncertain about this.

Her father would drink, come home and yell at her. Occasionally, she would get a slap or two, but she remained silent.

Though, she felt miserable but she rationalised that he was her father and he had the right to do so.

Her mother, loves her brother a lot. Her brother is elder but even being young, she never enjoyed the privilege that comes with that.

She was still unloved,neglected, and overlooked.

Her brother, barely acknowledges her existence. Back when she was a kid, he mocked her for her Weight.

Though, she has always been neglected by the others, she never left being optimistic. She craved love and it didn't waver.

She giggled, as the tip of the brush touched her nose. Sure that she would be looking ugly and a mess, she went towards the mirror and burst into laughter at her reflection. Snapping a picture with her Polaroid, she put in her album titled "self love".

Grappling with insecurities since years , she hasn't fully embraced self love, but is making sincere efforts with her album.

Descending the stairs, she was met with a sight that made her smile bittersweet. Her family relished their breakfast, while she remained secluded in her room, uninvited, ignored and unnoticed.

Disheartened by the realisation that her family didn't need her, she went back to the solitude of her small room. She already felt weary, after having witnessed a lot at the age of 18.

Tears swept down her eyes like the glaciers from the mountain. She yearned for a family who would cherish her unconditionally.

Anaya sharma, an 18 year old girl, who belonged to a middle class family. Her life was simple. She was in her first year of graduation and was the ultimate introvert with only a handful of friends including her closest, best friend.

Her family, neglected her which bothered her a lot but she concealed her inner turmoil. She embodies innocence in its purest form.

Anaya~Innocence

Her schedule was ordinary: attending college, returning home to endure her father's outbursts while her mother and brother ignored her with a cold silence. She would cook for them.

Her canvas, her first love, was colourful and vibrant as contrast to the black and white life

that she lived in.

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"How dare he? How dare he do that?" He seethed with anger, as his bodyguard, manager, assistant and the bunch of staff shuddered at the intensity of his voice.

His one glare was enough to bring them to a standstill and his collection of guns in his cabin, only added to the fear. He even concealed one gun, beneath his boots.

His wrath is the most dreaded in the entire country and not just his employees.

His mere presence has the power to make people feel as if they have been buried ten feet underground, and this moment was no exception.

"How the hell did he dare to betray me?" He spoke, as his voice laced with fury. The vase near him shattered into countless pieces.

An inaudible scream left the mouth of the employees. Their boss was ready to blow a fuse.

"Make an arrangement. I want that University under my name this instant, and I want to be the professor there. Replace all the professors and the principal and ensure that my identity remains undisclosed."

To the world, Yuvraj Singh Rathore, was a power, beyond their hold. But no one ever saw him except his employees. At the age of 20, he being an exceptionally genius in his entire university, started his company.

Everybody looked down upon him. He was once the nerd boy, that everyone disliked. But now, girls drool over him, boys clamor to take pictures with him while men eyeing his seat with envy.

Yes, he is the most powerful man in the country. The richest businessmen of the country, and the biggest influencer of the world. Politicians and board of directors are in his pockets.

No one can question him because he is as untarnished, as pure as freshwater. With no relations, entanglements, romantic liaisons, scandals or controversies, ever casting a shadow on his name , he stands with dignity and respect.

He has never been in relationship and has no plans of entering one. He is a man who plans to remain a bachelor ,as for him, love is destruction.

His pov

No one has the courage to challange me. He initiated rivalry and began his self- destruction. Because, if yuvraj confronts someone, he shows them hell.

I wouldn't spare that fucking bastard for trying to deceive me.

Pondering over this sudden loss, I sat on the seat with a smirk. Yuvraj singhania never loses. He makes you loose, loose at any expense.

The door swung open and entered someone, I was definitely anticipating. My two best friends, Abhiraj Kapoor and Reyansh Rathod burst into the room, and jumped over me.

We three are destructive forces, capable of conquering the world in the blink of an eye, simultaneously, ending it with a mere click of our tongue.

Among the three of us, I am the most guarded and emotionless. However, they haven't experienced the kind of life I have lived.

With a sigh, I rose to my foot, and shot a glare at the two of them. They rolled their eyes but embraced me again despite my making faces to signal for them to let go.

"Get off me, bastards"

"You know what, it's about time, you cherish us" declared Abhi, grabbing me by the neck. Ugh, they really annoy me at times!

"Cherish you. I have got more important things to do than babysit you two" I retorted, to the two babies.

"I told you to back off and keep your hands to yourself" I said, prying Abhir's hands away from my body.

I despised being touched. My anger issues would only worsen whenever someone dared to do so.

My demeanor and behaviour has always been the same but I know that they never took offense because they were the same.

"So, Yuv! Why so frosty? Did someone forget to defrost your coffee?" Rey smirked, and I glared at him for his dumb ass joke.

"No, Yuv, but if you keep making cold jokes, you might just freeze your own ass" I said, glaring at him and my two friends rolled their eyes at his frosty behaviour.

"Oh c'mon, Mr CEO, we are here to break your ice" Abhi spoke as a matter of fact and I passed a tight lipped smile.

"But you are very successful in breaking my patience and you will soon see me breaking your gun"

They understood what I meant by gun, and promptly crossed one leg over the other, shielding their most valued possession.

"What's the problem?" Abhi asked, this time seriousness coated his voice.

"Batra betrayed me and has chosen destruction over success"

Abhi smirked while Reyansh shrugged, running his hand through his hair. I knew they wouldn't be bothered by such concerns, as I alone was more than capable of dealing with that bastard.

See your destruction coming Batra.

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"What's love?" Asked Shreya, Anaya's best friend.

"Umm, love. You know what you feel when you are on your period and someone brings you something sweet. That's love.

For me, it's like being handed a plate of pav bhaji. It's Something that brings you happiness"

Anaya grinned proudly, at the definition of love, she just gave.

{Pav bhaji, is an Indian snack.}

"Heinnnn!!! What do you mean? I mean, yes Rahul may look a little chubby, but he's not. I mean, I love gulab Jamun, but you can't tease me for this.

He is probably just bulking up during his gym period" She rambled on and on, making Anaya roll her eyes.

Rahul is the heartthrob of the college. He's fit and definitely not fat, but to Shreya, he appears chubby and cute.

"See, Rahullllll" Shreya giggled, observing him waving his hands around like a celebrity among his admirers.

Anaya remained silent. She was not into observing boys. She was an introvert and she had already pictured her dream guy.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted inside the university, as unfamiliar faces entered inside. The hall filled with whispers as everyone felt puzzled, with no understanding of what was exactly happening around them.

Their class professors were leaving the university, whose faces reflected confusion.

"Kya ho raha hai?"

(What's happening here?)

Shreya asked, and even Anaya was shocked to see the scene.

The professors resembled prisoners, as they were escorted out.

Shortly after, a boy came running toward them.

It was Aakash. The third member of her group. He already had a girlfriend.

"Suno suno, khabar suno"

(Listen to the news!!!)

"Tumse kisi ne bolne bola? Apna muh leke gutter me jao!"

(Did anyone ask you to speak? Take your face and go into the gutter!")

Aakash smacked Shreya's head making Anaya giggle.

"Anu baby, listen to me. The university is bought by Yuvraj Singhania!" He exclaimed dramatically, then collapsed onto the chair beside her with a thud.

Anaya's eyes widened in shock, not because it was purchased by the richest man in the country, but because of how everything had changed so drastically in a day.

Just days ago, their professors were filled with happiness, but suddenly they were being escorted out of the university premises as if they were prisoners straight out of a scene from KGF.

"We haven't seen his face ever"

remarked Shreya in a disinterested tone, and giggled, then giggled as she glanced at Rahul.

"Whipped" Said Aakash, rolling his eyes at his dramatic friend and looked at Anaya.

"Vaise I am happy. Our professors got changed. We didn't have any beautiful and hot female teacher"

"Radhika, come here. Look at, what he's saying!" Shreya shouted and came Radhika, running towards them with a smile.

They greeted with a hi.

"So, your boyfriend said that he wanted to see a ho_"

"Hot! it's too hot today. Isn't it Radhika baby? Let's go somewhere cool" he stuttered, as pacifying Radhika is like climbing to the top of Mount Everest. He, then, dragged her away, shooting a glare at Shreya, who paid no attention.

For her, her life revolved around Rahul.

This was Anaya's life, enveloped by the antics of these chipmunks. While one was entirely smitten with love, the other was playful and a mischievous monkey. But she cherished her friends dearly.

The few colours that brightened her dark life involved them too.

"The revenge starts soon Batra" he wore his mask, preparing for the arrival of his betrayer.

Hidden behind that mask, was a menacing and dangerous smirk that widened as Batra rushed in.

"Yuvraj"

"MR. YUVRAJ SINGHANIA FOR YOU" Yuvraj's glare made Batra shudder.

He never allowed anyone to address him by his name. A manufacturing defect in him was his excessively inflated ego, with anger issues.

However, being addressed by his name from someone like Batra would undoubtedly be highly infuriating.

"Mr. Singhania, what did I do that you are acquiring all my assets? My university, then my fields and farmlands, and now the shares of my company" Batra questioned, acting as a victim.

"Oh you do not know? Then let me remind you!"

Yuvraj motioned for his bodyguard, Prakash, to escort Batra to the chamber he cherished the most: The basement of his apartment.

"Batra, prepare for a cruel death, slow yet satisfying" he chuckled darkly, sending shivers down the spines of his bodyguards.

It wasn't a laugh of amusement, but of sinister intent, a harbinger of evil.

"Now, let's shift our focus and teach something valuable to my students" He stated with a stoic expression, then began grooming himself for the next venture.

Reyansh walked into the cabin, holding a file in his hand.

{Reyansh Rathod- lawyer and owner of his firm.

Abhiraj kapoor- CEO of "Ssr"~ his father's firm}

"This file contains details about the professors I have recruited. They are highly qualified and you are unknown to anyone there" Reyansh explained as Yuvraj nodded, while adjusting his hair.

"By the way, what subject do you plan to teach them?"

"Mathematics, ofcourse. I excelled in it back in the day" Yuvraj replied with a proud smirk

"He and his ego" Reyansh muttered quietly and passed a tight-lipped smile to Yuvraj.

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The next day

Anaya's pov

Shreya approached me with a wide grin. I didn't even know the reason, but my focus was elsewhere.

I was focused on our university. I couldn't help but notice the sudden transformation of our campus overnight.

Every student seemed confused. The boards, classrooms, had become neater, cleaner and more luxurious.

I don't even know how rich he is to get this done so soon. It wasn't much modification but the changes that the man made, were undeniably costly.

"Anuuu our teachers have been replaced and let me tell you, we have got a hell sexy mathematics professor" Shreya exclaimed excitedly,  and I giggled.

She is really obsessed with men.

"Should I inform Rahul?" I teased her with a playful eyebrow wiggle, and she laughed nervously.

"Rahul is my love. No one can replace him, Anu baby" She exclaimed, gripping my ears tightly, causing me to whine in pain. 

At times, I feel like I am a baby to the two monkeys.

Aakash rushed over to us with Radhika behind him.

"Hey, the English teacher changed, and she's really  cool and se-I mean, my Radhu is sexy" Aakash exclaimed, hugging Radhika from the side, who in response narrowed her eyes at him.

Oh god! He and his girlfriend are really something.

I'm relieved too because I couldn't stand my math professor. She was incredibly arrogant.

Despite claiming that we could ask her hundreds of questions, whenever i approached her with even one doubt, she would kick me out of the classroom, insisting that I should have revised properly and that I wasn't attentive in the class

My classmate, Kavya, is very good in mathematics though she struggles in English and I excel in it. She makes fun of me, claiming that mathematics needs logic which I lack.

In fact, I only study mathematics to pass, while I focus on studying the rest of the subjects more diligently because I dislike mathematics. I hope to find a good mathematics teacher who is more understanding and doesn't scold me.

I dislike receiving scoldings both at home and at college; it becomes overwhelming for me.

The seniors notified us that the new professors were gathered at the auditorium, for a meet-and-greet, so we needed to head there.

I was already exhausted and the thought of maybe being able to catch some sleep in the auditorium made me happy.

Earlier, I had cooked for three people, and didn't even have time for breakfast. Then, my mother instructed me to sweep the entire floor because it had become too dirty due to my father, returning from his party at night with dirty shoes on.

Entering the auditorium, I found that the professors were more cheerful and vibrant compared to the previous ones. This made me happy. I really needed teachers who would be fun and I can understand things well when someone doesn't scold me. Unfortunately, many teachers failed to understand this for a student like me.

After taking a seat, I soon, dozed off.

Yuv's pov

I glanced around and I noticed only younger girls, who wore a seductive smile, directed at him.

Girls these days!

That's what makes me allergic to relationships. Running my hand through my hair, I maintained my stoic face as I approached the stage.

I have been elected, or I have elected myself as the head of the teachers. Authority!

I love authority and power! That keeps me sane.

Standing in the spotlight on the stage, I grabbed the mic. I have no intention to give advice or a speech. They must face reality, not sugar coated words.

"Listen very carefully, this message is on behalf of the university principal and also serves as a strict warning from your math professor. Whether you're a top student or struggling, privileged or disadvantaged, I don't care about your background or identity. What matters is that you're my student, and I'm your teacher. Anyone who deviates from the basic curriculum or engages in misconduct will face immediate expulsion."

"Bullying, spreading false information, or sharing inappropriate videos will result in hefty fines. And as I've stated, your financial status won't sway my judgment."

His Intimidating tone sent shivers down the students' spines instantly. Despite this, the girls continued to swoon over his appearance and physique.

"He's so attractive when he speaks," remarked one girl, and others started murmuring as well.

Though I heard their comments, I decided to overlook them. Such flattery only served to massage my ego, and I couldn't deny the satisfaction of having girls fawn over me, and then get nothing in return.

My gaze, then landed on a small figure, peacefully sleeping and audible snoring with her mouth wide open. Interesting!

No one dares to be so bold. While they may not know me, the sound of my voice alone, is usually enough to instill fear.

I will be sure to keep an eye on her.

In the classroom,

Anaya sat in the classroom beside Shreya, and infront of her sat, the one who always hated her~Kavya.

As Yuvraj entered the classroom, the entire class rose to greet him. The girls had a wide grin as they adjusted their hair and clothes.

Anaya found it difficult to register the fact that her mathematics professor was handsome unlike the bunch of stern and elderly professors, she has come across.

She quickly averted her gaze. Her chest flutters and this is the same feeling when you develop a crush on someone, but Anaya wasn't a girl to succumb to such feelings.

She reasoned, that it was out of curiosity that she observed him so keenly and she was surprised because she had never seen a handsome mathematics professor.

"Good morning professor" the class chimed, to which he curtly nodded.

"Good morning. Take your seats"

Anaya sensed that his tone was stern. She swallowed nervously, feeling intimidated. She dreaded having a strict teacher and he looked like one.

"Ganpati bappa morya"

She chanted softly, closing her eyes briefly, before opening her textbooks.

His gaze landed on her and he instantly recognised her. He can see her face clearly. She looked like an angel, with her delicate features~ small eyes and plumpy lips.

Shaking his head, he quickly diverted his thoughts. He couldn't allow himself to think like that, not because she was his student but because he, THE Yuvraj Singhania can never be infatuated.

He questioned himself why even such thoughts crossed his mind.

But there was no denying it~ she was undeniably pretty.

"Stand up and introduce yourselves" he instructed the class, trying to push aside his fleeting thoughts.

The class began introducing themselves.

"Hello sir. I am kavya, the top student in mathematics. And might I add, you're quite handsome sir" She said, feigning shyness at the end.

However, he didn't reply neither looked at her.

Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the girl behind Kavya, who nervously, gripped her pencil.

Anaya was an introvert by nature. She rarely spoke to anyone and now that she has to speak in front of the class, she feared that she might  embarrass herself.

It was her turn to introduce herself and his keen gaze lingered on her

He couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was about her, that stirred something different in him, something so unfamiliar.

"I-I-I am Ana-ya Shar-ma and I am 18 Yea-rs old" she stuttered as she spoke and he kept looking at her.

The entire class erupted into laughter at the childish introduction she gave.

However, his expressions remained unchanged, as he continued to watch her intently.

Tears welled up in her eyes as embarrassment flooded through her. Whenever she attempted to speak to someone, she felt humiliated.

She starts stuttering which makes her lose confidence as the deep seated insecurities resurface.

She clutched the pencil tight, and cast her gaze downwards as the sound of laughter echoed and the insecurity intensified.

"Stop laughing this instant!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the laughter like a sharp knife.

His gaze remained fixed on the petite figure in front of him. 

The class went silent as everyone flinched with the voice, including her. He breathed a sigh.

"Anaya Sharma, sit down" his voice softened as he spoke her name, causing her heart to flutter.

His tone this time carried a softness that he himself didn't realise.

Her heart skipped a beat, hearing her name uttered softly from his mouth.

Anaya obediently took her seat, but she couldn't bring herself to look up at him.

She felt an intense gaze over her while he was captivated by her presence in a way, that he couldn't explain.

The only introduction that lingered in his mind and escaped his lips was hers.

"Give me the details of this girl within an hour." He ordered his manager, who quickly nodded his head and went away from his cabin.

"Interesting, little girl"