"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

**Vardhan:** "I don't believe in God. But I believe in the peace I found outside a temple... the day I met you." **Priya:** "Why were you really there that day?" **(He can't tell her he'd come to hurt her.)** **Armaan:** (Barging into the brothers' office) "Let me see her! Just once! Or I'll tell the whole world the DNA test result!" **Rana:** "You think you can threaten us?" **Armaan:** "It's not a threat. It's the pain of a man who has nothing left to lose." **(Will the secret that binds these five powerful men face?)** In a world of power and obsession, two mafia empires collide over one girl. Priya, cherished by her four overprotective brothers, loses her memory after an accident. She is found by Armaan, a superstar idol whose lonely heart makes him possessive. He hides her, weaving a beautiful lie. But her brothers are searching madly, and a rival don, Vardhan, holds a dangerous, secret love for her. As her memories flicker, a web of lies, crazy love, and dark secrets unravel. Who does she truly belong to? The brothers who would burn the world for her, or the men whose love has become her cage?

Singhania Series- Book 1 [Under Editing] Three Heirs Married Three Girls (like Forcibly) . . . "Vansh''try to gain His attention but failed. "Vansh I heard something about you" Now vansh look at her. "What" "That.....you hate girls so much"She is like shuttering,bcoz she know what is going to happen with her. With out saying anything Vansh Attacks her lips and starts to suck it hungryly. She was full in shock that she forget to do any action.when Vansh bite her lower lip,she gain her attention and try push him but can't bcoz he still now pins her hands above her head. . . . "Then if you Agree that you are my wife and I am your husband then give me my rights......opsss actually I doesn't want your permission.........I have full rights on you"while pin her on the wall. "Veer am not your slave or a toy " "One mistake darling.....you are my slave....my s*x toy"while smirking. Arzh High her hand to slap him but Veer hold her hand and pin both hand to her back. "Ahhhh Veer it's Hurting please leave my hands" "Wrong move darling" Then Throw her on bed and hover over her. He started to bite and suck her neck Her boths hands were pinned by his hand ,that's why she can't stop or push him away. . . . "Sweetheart," he whispered in a nasty voice, "I am thirsty." My stomach churned. I crunch nose in disgust, but he snarled- "Don't do that nose thing again. It boils my blood." Before she could react, his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard. "Ahhh-Vyom!" she cried, her voice breaking into a moan of pain. She pushed at him, her fragile hands useless against his strength. "This is not right... please let me go... please, I beg you!" "Just shut up."

𝐖𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢.... 🪶📜🌕ִֶָ☾♡ "Tumhara Naam Kya Hai?" , On the day of his engagement he asked the dancer of the brothel. "Kritika!", the other dancer replied and he remained silent-this was the name of his wife from whom he had separated because she was the daughter of his father's murderer. Previously Known As 'My Hard Hearted Husband' & 'My Hard Hearted Ex Husband'

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

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.

She saved him once. Now he can't let her go-even if it means caging her heart. "One night changed everything. Now, he'll burn the world to keep her". "Bound by fate. Trapped by desire." The night was thunder-washed, the kind of storm that could wash away blood and secrets. Aarya didn't expect to find a bleeding man in the middle of nowhere. Definitely not one with a gun tucked in his belt and rage in his eyes. But instincts took over, and she dragged him into her barn, stitched him up, and locked him in her store room. Just for one night. Just until morning. She never expected him to remember her. She never expected him to look at her like she was his. But Kian Vora never forgot. Not the girl who dared to hold him hostage. Not the one who patched him up and vanished. So when fate kept throwing her into his world-again and again-he mistook it for destiny. And when she didn't return his obsession, he mistook that for betrayal. So he took her. Not to hurt her. Just to keep her. as his Even if she hated him for it.

A fierce princess. A ruthless Mughal king. Bound by a cold, political marriage neither wants. In ancient India's royal courts, love will have to fight through silence, fire, and forbidden desire. Historical romance. Slow burn. Dark passion. _____________________ The courtier had laughed. Too loud. Too long. And Siyamika had smiled-just for a moment, just out of politeness. But that was enough. Later that night, the palace corridors whispered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Her chamber door slammed shut. She barely had time to rise before he was in front of her. Zayyan. Cloaked in emerald, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something she couldn't name-but it wasn't cold. Not this time. "Was he amusing, rajkumari?" His voice was quiet. Deadly. "Did his jokes warm your lonely little evenings?" Siyamika stepped back, her spine brushing the carved pillar behind her bed. "I only smiled. It was-" "Too much," he growled. "Too soft. Too pretty. Too tempting." He reached for her chin, fingers curling firm, almost rough. She gasped-more from the closeness than the grip. "You are mine." "And if I have to remind you..." his gaze dropped to her lips, "...I will." _____________________________ Then he kissed her. Not with affection. Not with tenderness With anger. With control. With punishment. Her hands pushed at his chest-resisting, struggling-but he didn't move. Didn't stop until he had tasted every ounce of the fire he tried to bury. When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged. Hers was stolen. "Let that be your last smile for another man," he said, voice like thunder. "Or next time, I won't stop there."

"All the dreams I've envisioned for us will come true; the only difference is that I won't be in any of them." Amara had faced unimaginable loss, scarred by witnessing her parents perish in flames at just three years old. Her world was shattered in a single night, leaving her alone in a cruel reality. However, fate had not entirely abandoned her. The Rajvansh family, led by her father's best friend, took her in and raised her as one of their own, providing her with a loving home despite the pain that lingered in her heart. Years passed, and Amara found solace within the Rajvansh household, though the memories of her tragic past never fully faded. As she reached adulthood, life forced her into a pivotal decision-marriage. Ayaan Rajvansh, her childhood confidant and boyfriend, seemed the perfect choice, and the Rajvansh family celebrated the impending union. Yet, not everyone shared in the joy. Amara's decision crushed Abhimaan Rajvansh, the elder son of the family. Despite his immense power, wealth, and control over the AA Group of Industries, he was helpless in the face of his own heartache. For eighteen years, Amara had unknowingly held sway over every aspect of his being. She was his world, his obsession, his torment. The question now loomed: was this truly the end of Abhimaan's unrequited love? Would he stand aside as Amara became another man's wife, or would the darkness within him take over, driving him to claim her, no matter the cost? Abhimaan: "I am terrified that I might destroy you..." Amara: "Then destroy me, please..."