Her back hit the bookshelf with a soft thud, sending a few books tumbling to the floor. Rudransh didn't flinch. His gaze was locked on her lips, one hand wrapped firmly around her waist, the other slowly dragging up her spine. "You think I brought you here just to read?" he whispered, voice rough. Nitya's breath caught as his thumb brushed the curve beneath her chin. "Then why did you?" He leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "Because this is the one place no one dares interrupt me." Then, before she could say another word, his mouth crushed onto hers-demanding, raw, possessive. Books watched. Shadows danced. Her hands found his shirt, fingers fisting the fabric as his teeth grazed her lower lip. And in that moment, nothing mattered but the taste of secrets and sin. ********************************************* Tropes Forced Marriage Age gap Grumpy × Sunshine MML is obsessed with MFL with capital O Characters FL - Nitiya Maheshwari (26 years) An extrovert, carefree, and a famous sketcher. She is famous for sketching historical royal families across the globe. ML - Rudransh Singh Rathore (32 years) An extremely cold man, more precisely the upcoming king of Rajasthan. He has extruded an aura of ice. He is not a man of many words. Once he decides something, there's no going back. He can accept anything but disrespect and disobedience. For more peep out in the book & get your gears high to join them in Rudransh's Possession. Your Writer Purva Narang Ranks: #7 in Royal Romance - 06/03/2025

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

( Agniwanshi series book~1 )💗 "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M DEEP INSIDE YOU." He's a mafia king who hides his madness in silk suits. She's a college girl who shines too brightly for his dark world. When Rudhransh Agniwanshi sees Prisha, he decides: "She's mine. She just doesn't know it yet." But light can't survive in darkness for long... 🔥 Dark. Obsessive. Possessive. A mafia romance where love feels like captivity - and escape feels impossible.

Rudraansh Singh Shekhawat ☆ She is so pure. A devastatingly handsome, 6'5", Rudraansh Singh Shekhawat isn't just a politician; he's a king who rules his dark world with an iron fist. His ruthless, brooding presence and piercing gaze make empires tremble. He lived his life in cold, calculated control, far from the messiness of emotions, until she stumbled into his line of fire. And now that this possessive lion has set his sights on her, he'll burn the world to make her his. Niyati Sharma ☆ I was just living my life... and then I saw a murder. A 5'7" kindergarten teacher, Niyati Sharma is all soft, clumsy innocence and gentle routines. She's the sunshine, completely unprepared for the storm that's about to consume her. After accidentally witnessing a crime she shouldn't have, her simple, safe life is shattered by the most dangerous man she's ever met. She's terrified of the monster... but she's also the only one who's seen the man underneath. With a dangerously obsessive man like him and a terrified, innocent woman like her, their story is a dark, thrilling, and addictive ride. Want to know what happens when a monster decides he wants a saint? Come join us.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

His Ruthless Obsession She was innocence in its purest form. He was sin wrapped in silk and blood. And once he saw her... he stopped breathing. Alexander De Luca doesn't fall. He conquers, destroys, owns - without mercy and without apology. As the head of the De Luca empire, his name alone commands fear across the globe. Governments flinch. Enemies vanish. The entire world trembles at the sound of it. To him, women were forgettable indulgences - shallow, manipulative, and easily discarded. Until her. Aria Monroe is everything he never believed existed. Sweet. Pure. Untouched. A breath of light in the pitch-black void that is his soul. She doesn't know who he is. Doesn't recognize the predator behind the tailored suit. And that only makes his obsession more brutal. More possessive. More dangerous. From the moment Alexander lays eyes on her, something in him shatters - and something else takes its place. He doesn't just want her. He needs her. Watching her becomes instinct. Touching her becomes addiction. Anyone who dares to look at her - even for a second too long - is marked for death. Aria is his. Even if she doesn't know it yet. Even if it destroys her. She was his salvation. He became her damnation. And in the world of Alexander De Luca, no one escapes a De Luca's obsession - not even her.

Banaras, 1970s. She was only seventeen when her parents wrapped her in pink silk and quiet prayers, sending her into the haveli of the powerful Mishra family. No one told her that the last bride of the haveli had died. No one told her why.... Revati never expected love... only silence, duty, and maybe kindness. But her husband, Devendra Singh Mishra, didn't even notice her. Not when she first entered his home, Not when she cried quietly at night, And not when she began to fade just like the woman before her. But years later, when silence had already turned into habit... He looked at her for the first time. This is a story of arranged marriage, buried truths, slow-burning love, and the haunting echoes of a dead bride... all under the shadow of a golden cage.