Aryan Khan never believed in love. Only hunger, control, and legacy. Anaya Mehra never believed in chaos. Only discipline, dignity, and distance.

Y/n Jamali lived a life of calm and flowers. At twenty-six, she was always lost in books, unaware that her quiet world was about to collide with Lyari's uncrowned ruler. She had no idea that this encounter would leave her tangled, confused and totally vulnerable enough to slowly lead her toward her own ruin.

"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.

Jageer-e-Mohabbat - جاگیرِ محبت In the heart of rural Pakistan, amidst the opulent estates of feudal lords, there existed a tale of love and enmity that defied societal norms. At the center of this story were two individuals whose initial animosity blossomed into an unexpected and tumultuous romance. The rich and powerful feudal lord's son Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, who was known for his ruthless demeanor and arrogant ways. He ruled over his vast lands with an iron fist, commanding fear and respect in equal measure. His wealth and status shielded him from the consequences of his actions, and he cared little for the struggles of those beneath him. On the other side of the spectrum was Parishè Bukhari, a proud and fiercely independent young woman from a poor background. She harbored deep-seated prejudices against the wealthy elite like Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, viewing them as oppressors who exploited the labor of the common people for their own gain. Her fiery spirit and unwavering principles often put her at odds with the feudal system that dominated her world. Their paths collided one day when Parishè's family, struggling to make ends meet, found themselves at the mercy of Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani's whims.

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

Six college friends accidentally stumble on their mysterious professor's creepy secret - black magic, mind control, and a suspicious board that could ruin them all. Between failed spying missions, ridiculous arguments, and their own messy friendships, they must figure out the truth before their professor figures them out. Chaos, comedy, and campus conspiracies collide!

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Updates on 2nd, 12th and 21st #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

" I can't ... I can't stay away from you jaan" He pressed the photo to his chest, "You think I will give up? That I will forget you?"His voice dropped to a dark whisper "No, Tara. You are not something I can lose." He kissed the photo's surface his lips trembling. "You do not get to decide for both of us. You are mine. Tum meri thi, hao .. aur rahogi." (You were mine, you are mine... and you'll always be mine.) He threw back the last of the alcohol, the bottle clinking against the wall and shattering into a thousand pieces. . . Story of dev and tara

A simple yet beautiful love story