The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

[Featured - AmbassadorsIN] ༻❁༺ Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. ༻❁༺ Kabir, a widowed single father, finds himself setting foot in the waters of marriage again. Heer, a thirty-year-old single woman, decides to get married, only to fulfil her grandmother's last wish. With the heavy baggage of the past, scars of broken and hurting relationships, and differences, will the two ever survive this arrangement? Find more in Prelude. [Completed]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

She was the girl nobody loved. The one forced to cook, clean, earn, and endure unspeakable nights in silence. A caged bird with clipped wings-broken, invisible, forgotten. Until he saw her. Veer Rathore. Mafia Don. Billionaire CEO. The man whose name made even kings tremble. He ruled the underworld with fire in his veins and blood on his hands. Cold. Merciless. Untouchable. But the moment his eyes found her, something inside him changed. Obsession. Rage. A hunger to protect what was his. One night, he stole her away. Kidnapped her from her hell. But instead of chains, he gave her warmth. Instead of cruelty, he gave her care. Instead of breaking her... he worshipped her. She feared him, yet he made her feel safe. And then-she fell for him. 💔 A broken girl's scars. 🔥 A mafia king's obsession. Together, they'll ignite a love the world was never meant to witness.

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 (an forced marriage saga) ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ Anvika Mehra (24) was supposed to become a bride, but instead she ran away on her wedding day. Not because she didn't know the groom. Not because she loved someone else. But because some marriages don't feel like unions....they feel like cages. Veeransh Raizada (30) never believed in love. He believed in order, reputation, and keeping his word. So when his younger brother's bride vanished on the wedding day, It was humiliation...he felt. And humiliation demands consequences. The wedding that was meant to be simple becomes a turning point. A mistake Anvika thought she could escape. A decision Veeransh refuses to forgive. But the main question...is it really for revenge? or something else is brewing behind those dark chambers. She wanted freedom. He gives her forever. Because running away was easy. Living with the consequences won't be. _________________

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

"Sign here," Rajvansh ordered, his voice dripping with dominance. Mahira's eyes widened in fear as she read the papers, her mind racing with questions. "What is this?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Rajvansh's response was cold and calculating. "It says you'll work for me, do whatever I say. "The bodyguards raised their guns, aiming them at Mahira's head. Rajvansh's gaze flicked to them, and then back to Mahira. "If you don't sign, they'll shoot you , and you and your unborn child will be gone" he said, his voice cold and still.