Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

Four brothers. One empire. A love story written in power, passion, and destiny. They lost everything in fire. Now, they will rise from the ashes. The Rajvansh brothers-heirs to an empire, rulers of their worlds-had their lives shattered in one brutal night. Their family was burned. Their legacy stolen. Their past erased. But if their enemies thought they were finished, they had made a grave mistake. The world had turned against them. Now, they would turn the world into their battlefield. Revenge. Power. Blood. The Rajvansh brothers will not stop until their enemies kneel. Until love entered their lives. They were kings, but these women? They were the queens who could bring them to their knees. Between love and revenge, power and passion, devotion and destruction-who will surrender first? A tale of love, destiny, and the fall of mighty kings... in Sajdaa.

"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.

Let's walk together into this magical story of rebirth, devoted love and revenge. The Tale Of NayanTara

Bekhudi: His Ruthless Obsession She was just seventeen when she confessed her love to him. He was twenty-four her brother's best friend and he rejected her coldly, calling her feelings "childish." Heartbroken and humiliated, Shivani left the country, vowing to never look back. Ten years later, she returns as a bold, successful fashion designer -confident, guarded, and far from the innocent girl he once knew. But fate has other plans. When her life spirals into danger, the only person she can turn to for help is the same man who once shattered her heart: Vikram Singh Rathore... He was supposed to protect her. Instead, he decides to own her. What started as a childish crush has now become his darkest obsession. And this time, he won't let her go. She wants freedom. He wants her completely. In the game of love and control, who will win? A story of rejected love, burning obsession, and dangerous possession.

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑 She let out a humorless laugh, her expression hardening further. "You?" she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "You don't deserve a second chance. The only thing you deserve is death-and that too a horrible one." "I may not be the kind of person who finds happiness in others' grief," she continued, her lips curling in cold satisfaction, "but the day you die, I will celebrate it. I will be on the moon with happiness." Her eyes didn't waver from his. "I'll go to temples and offer prayers just to thank God for finally taking you away from this world." He shook his head slightly, his gaze never leaving her face as he said, "I do not visit temples, so unfortunately I cannot personally ask your God to fulfill your wish, but I admire your dedication." His smirk returned as he added, "However, you can try to make that wish come true after our wedding, because I will give you as many opportunities as you need to attempt it."

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.