The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Trope Sisters love Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age difference Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙚ñ𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 '𝙣𝙤' 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩.🍃 . INTRODUCTION: He was born with power in his veins and danger in his silence. Zarim Randhaawa - the Chairman the world bows to, and the name the underworld whispers with fear. Cold, calculative, and ruthless to the core, Zarim hides a world no one dares to question - a secret empire built on shadows and loyalty. Anger runs through him like fire, and mercy... was never a part of his vocabulary. And then there's Mehrunisaa Zulqarnain - the sunshine he never wanted. Half Kashmiri, half chaos - she's her father's pride and her family's most pampered storm. A college student with dreams brighter than her laughter, and yet, wise enough to know the weight of love and loss. Her world is filled with books, chai cups, and the unshakable wish to make her father proud. When fate throws their worlds together - his darkness and her innocence collide. A man built of ice meets a girl who feels too deeply. A storm brews between power and purity... Between fear and fascination. Because sometimes, even the most dangerous men... Fall for the kind of girl who doesn't know she's worth starting a war for.

Reverse Harem +18 When five-year-old Violet's family is destroyed in a brutal attack, she is rescued by four vampires who take her in as their own. Though they are bound by centuries of darkness, their hearts are unexpectedly drawn to the fragile human girl who grows into a strong, compassionate young woman under their care.

Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."

𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢, 18-year-old, is forcefully married to the 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐳𝐚𝐢, 32, eldest heir of her family's sworn enemy. The nikkah happens with them in different rooms. They have never seen each other before, their faces are still unknown to one another. For him, this marriage isn't love. It's revenge. A boy from the girl's family, her creepy cousin, tried to harass his sister. So he took revenge by kidnapping the girl and forcing her into marriage. When the ceremony finishes, his voice turns cold as he orders his men... "𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐨." (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳.) Two cars drive into the dark night. A few moments later, a loud explosion breaks the silence. Shehriyar's car bursts into flames and is completely covered in fire.

#ʙᴏᴏᴋ-2 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛy "𝐈-𝐈 𝐝𝐨" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest. I kept my gaze steady as the Marriage Officiant slid the nikah papers towards me. As I lowered the pen to sign, my eyes caught a glimpse of the groom's name written boldly: ZAIN IMAD KHAN. No. This can't be true. It can't be him. But there was no time to process this shock. My fingers moved almost on their own, signing the papers before I handed them back through the flower partition that separated me from that cruel monster. I felt a numbness spreading through me as my stalker, now my husband on the other side signed, sealing our fate. And then, a voice cut through the silence like a knife. "𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐉!" My head snapped towards the entrance, and my breath caught in my throat. Who is at the other end of the partition if he is standing here? Before I could understand what was happening, a strong hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I collided against a firm chest, inhaling a scent I had come to know all too well. My heart raced as I realized who it was-Zain Imad Khan, the man who had haunted my thoughts for weeks. Before I could utter a word, he lifted his arm, a gun gleaming in his hand. He said in a dangerous tone. "𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞" Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and the monster at the entrance staggered back, clutching his chest. I stood frozen as he shielded me. The room was filled with shocked gasps, but at that moment, everything else faded away. All I could feel was the warmth of his presence, the protection in his touch, and the realization that when the best was taken away from me, destiny blessed me with the bestest-him.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝙍𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙎𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙮 was meant to be a star, with her haunting beauty and raw presence. She was destined to own the runway but her rise in the modelling world has always been stunned, controlled, suffocated but her own mother- Hollywood's untouchable fashion queen- always kept her daughter behind the velvet curtains. No red carpets. No runways. Allowing only the private photoshoots, never the spotlight. The world knew the legend, but never the daughter. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞 Her stepfather. An Italian mafia capo who ruled bloodied streets with a velvet tongue and a bulletproof smile. To the world, he was charm and control wrapped in designer suits. To Rasha, he was danger in slow motion. A shadow in every room. A gaze that undressed her soul. He promised to give her the world. Because. She's his. His obsession. His muse. His dirty little secret. ! Mature Content !

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕." ──── ୨୧ ──── Noor Inaya Siddiqui was invisible. Quiet, shy, the girl everyone forgot existed - until the day she crossed paths with Haroon Al Khadri, the golden boy who had it all. He laughed when others mocked her. She stayed silent when the world turned cruel. But life has a strange way of turning things around. Because one day, the same girl he once ignored... became the only one who could save him from himself. Now, Haroon can't stop noticing the light in her eyes - the warmth, the peace, the calm he never knew he needed. And Noor? She's not that timid girl anymore. She's fire wrapped in gentleness, strength disguised as softness. But can love bloom between two hearts that carry too much pain and pride? Or will their story be another lesson in timing-the right people, but the wrong moment? A story of heartbreak, healing, late-night confessions, and the kind of love that doesn't happen all at once-it grows slowly, quietly, beautifully. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ──── ୨୧ ────

Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.