"CHAHAT - a story where love is obsession, and revenge tastes sweeter than justice." She's the princess of Jodhpur, the fire that lights every room. He's a broken man cloaked in shadows, working in silence, waiting for his moment. She loved first, with a madness that borders on obsession. He's falling harder, even as he plots her family's ruin. They say opposites attract-but what happens when fire and ice burn in the same flame? A royal love story twisted by betrayal, obsession, and secrets. Enter a world where desi passion meets mafia darkness, where love is a weapon, and trust is a luxury. Tropes ~ • Dark romance • Desi royal touch • Stalker • MMl hidden identity • princess of jodhpur × Father's Assistant. • Revenge • She fall first he fall harder • Forced Marriage This book doesn't contain cheating or toxic relationships I don't support these themes. Ranks.. 08/12/25 #8 on wattpad

Monica Gautam is the kind of girl who believes in kindness, tradition, and quiet dreams. A 22-year-old medical student with a soft heart and an innocent smile, she has always lived a simple life surrounded by family and close friends. The last thing she expects is for her life to be tied to the most dangerous man in the city. Vidyut Singh Raghuvanshi is not just a powerful businessman. He is the ruthless king of the Raghuvanshi Empire and a name whispered with fear in the mafia world. Cold, arrogant, and dangerously possessive, Vidyut is a man who gets whatever he wants-and no one dares to stand in his way. When mysterious threats begin to surround Monica and someone starts secretly watching her, Vidyut steps in without hesitation. To protect her, he takes her to the Raghuvanshi Haveli and places her under the protection of his powerful family. But safety comes with a price. Because the moment Monica enters his world, she realizes something terrifying- The devil who rules that world has already claimed her. Forced into a marriage she never expected and trapped in a dangerous game she doesn't understand, Monica must navigate a life filled with power, secrets, enemies, and a man whose love is as intense as his wrath. And Vidyut Singh Raghuvanshi? He may be a devil to the world... But when it comes to his bachha, he is willing to burn the entire world to ashes. The world fears the Devil But the Devil calls her .... Bachha

Obsession Disguised as Love is a slow-burning psychological drama about the thin line between devotion and control. When Chloe Bennett meets Damon Pierce, his intensity feels intoxicating. He remembers everything. He anticipates her needs. He makes her feel chosen in a way she never has before. What begins as passionate love slowly tightens into something darker - something watchful, possessive, and quietly suffocating. As Damon's fear of abandonment grows, affection turns into surveillance, protection turns into isolation, and reassurance becomes a demand. Chloe must confront a devastating question: when does love stop feeling safe - and start feeling like a cage? Raw, intimate, and unsettlingly realistic, this novel explores how obsession rarely announces itself. It whispers. It is comforting. It promises forever. And sometimes, forever is the most dangerous word of all.

Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

Shubman Gill gets a text from an unknown number, and soon he is stuck to the person on the other side. A Shubman Gill Fanfiction.

Aayansi Di Luca The girl who is born after 6 generations in Di Luca family but she was fighting with her demons alone . The girl who has 7 brothers and a father but she as well as them doesn't know about her . What will happen when suddenly her family comes to know about her and wants to take her Italy with them After knowing about her family will she able to give them a chance or not? Will she told about her demons to her family? Will they able to save her ? (# on 1 at Italian mafia on September 17 2025)

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫" For her, he would brave the greatest dangers, even if it meant facing the wrath of his own family, who would not hesitate to sever their bond by any means necessary. 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐚, was ensnared in a web of deceit, living a life that was a shadow of others' expectations. Her dreams, once vibrant and personal, had become sacrifices at the altar of duty. She stood ready to lay down her life for those who had claimed her allegiance, but the question lingered: would she compromise her principles and values for him? 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, the sole scion of Grover Industries, was a man whose destiny was etched in the cold language of business and the shadowy realms of the underworld. Yet, upon beholding her, he felt an overwhelming desire to cast aside the chains of prohibition that kept them apart. For a fleeting moment, he yearned to escape into a world where only they existed. Will she dismantle the walls that guard her heart for him? Or will he defy the world, battling against the tide of opposition, just to be by her side? "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞"

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

Im a Hanamitchi , what's mine stays mine.