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.

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty

HIS SERIES #1 "I wasn't the woman he wanted. But I was the one he vowed to destroy." She was never the first choice. Not for her parents. Not for him. Not even for love. Forced to marry the man who only had eyes for her sister, she walks into a loveless marriage with a shattered heart and silent hopes. He never wanted her. But fate didn't ask. In a mansion that feels more like a prison, surrounded by cold stares and buried truths, she learns to survive in silence. But sometimes, the heart notices what the eyes ignored. And sometimes, love grows... where it was never meant to.... "Mohabbat hogyi hai aapse, mat jaiye na " Abhyansh singh Rathore .....

Tanya Malhotra, a girl from Banaras, is living her life in a simple way yet praying that she doesn't see the next morning. Her parents died in a tragic accident, but she survived. Her aunt took custody of her and made her life a living hell. But when Tanya turned 21, her life took a turn, and she got married. She married a ruthless man, the king of the mafia, Ayan Rathore. Ayan Rathor is a king in the mafia world. People call him a hunting lion; when he hunts, he has no control over himself. People shiver when they witness his anger. Under the pressure of his mother, he married Tanya Malhotra. Ayan's fierce reputation precedes him wherever he goes. Despite his ruthless nature, his mother believed marriage to Tanya would bring some stability and calm to his life. However, Tanya finds herself struggling to adapt to the dangerous and unpredictable world that Ayan is a part of. SHE IS HIS TO DEVOTE & HE IS HER TO CURE ✨

╰┈➤✮ 𝑅𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑 × 𝐴𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "You will not talk to him." He said whispering, as if trying to control his anger, but I don't care about him right now. "I will, you are literally no one to tell me what to do and what not." I said, stating the fact. "Oh, Mia! Do not make me do something that you will regret." He said encircling his one hand around my waist and with the other he held the back of my neck firmly yet gently as he pushed me against the wall lightly, cagging me. "What will you do huh?" I know I am provoking him but i don't care because why would I? He thinks that he owns me which is so wrong. It's just him and his lethal obsession. "I will not think twice before fucking you right now and I will not stop till, forget about dancing you are even unable to walk properly." He said and i could see in his eyes that he is not lying at all. He is Rushad Shannan after all. The man of his words. ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─── A girl was just dancing in the rain one day but she didn't know that a man would get so obsessed with her that he would make her his possession. What will happen when he tries to make her mine? Will she accept him? Or She will run away from him? Dark romance!! So it will contain highly mature content. Really possessive MML. So read it at your risk!

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

DRITI ARORA × GOUTHAM KAPOOR He pushed her against the cold wall pinned her two hands with his one arm and slacked his other arm around her waist. She opened her mouth to shout but it got instantly shut by a Kiss on her plum lips. He was kissing her possessively and it was more like punishing her. He pulled her more towards him leaving no space between them and deepened the kiss. Driti was breathless when he let go of her lips. She can see his hot breath on her earlobes. " I GOT YOU MRS DRITI GOUTHAM KAPOOR" ____________________________________ MAHIRA RAJPUT ×VIVAAN SINGANIA "Mr Singania, meet Ms Mahira Rajput, my assistant and the one who working on the project on which we are going to collaborate" Mahira plastered a small smile on her face and turned towards him. Her smile turned into horror when he was looking directly into her soul. How can she forget that the black eye which always found its way towards her? It's still the same as what she had seen last time, filled with hatred for her "Vi...Vivaan". She whispered ______________________________________ ISHARA MEHRA ×DEV MALHOTRA "Who is he? Your new boyfriend?" He asked in his demanding voice running his hand through his hair, like trying to compose himself. "It's none of your business". I said in a firm voice. Rajat is just a friend but I don't want to explain anything to him. Why is he behaving like he owns me? "oh ya, how can I forget how whore you are" His statement made me still for a second. What did he call me, a whore. Before my hand touches his cheek for a slap he holds it and twists it behind my back. He is standing so close to you. " I know your true colour, Ms Ishara Mehra. How much money did he pay you to sleep with me ." My eyes are wide in his accusation. What the hell is talking about? Do I get paid to sleep with him ??? Did he see me as that type of woman.

"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

Riddhi~Advik ✨ "why... why me?" " Advik " she cried. "Tell me what you want..." "You want me to marry you, right? You want them to feel the same pain your family felt, the pain you felt." A harsh, broken laugh escaped his lips, his eyes mirroring the torment within. "Really? You think I did all this to marry you? No..no..no. Riddhi Sharma, marrying you would mean giving you respect, a positive reputation, and believe me, that's not my plan. Marriage is a holy thing, and you don't deserve that," he said with hatred. "Do you know what my plans are for you?" She looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "aapki ye Aankhen ...." His fingers tightened on her jaw, his voice a low growl. " in Mein Yeh masoomiyat Sab chalawa hai" (Your eyes...This innocence in them, it's all a facade.) "Hum apse kabhi vivah nahi krege ..ye lal rang pasand hai na apko...." His eyes burned with hatred. " to suniye ye lal rag to hoga apke upar pr pavitra ka nahi balki lalchan ka ..en akhon me kajal hoga magar kalank ka ... Aap har roj sajegi riddhi magar sirf humare raaton ke liye..." " hum apse sab cheen lenge riddhi jis tarah humse sab cheena gya tha " (I will never marry you. You like the color red, don't you?" His eyes burned with hatred. " Well, you will wear red, but not the red of purity, the red of disgrace. There will be kohl in your eyes, but the kohl of shame. You will adorn yourself every day, Riddhi, but only for my nights...) His voice trailed off, a dark promise hanging in the air. "I will take everything from you, Riddhi, just as everything was taken from me." With a sudden, violent motion, he tore her suit, the sound ripping through the silence. "Every night I spend with you will give you pain, a feeling so intense that death will seem preferable." That night, both had tears in their eyes. The reason was the same: love, twisted and broken. If you have read this much.. then read the further story with me. with riddhi and advi