A story about loving someone so deeply that you forget how to love them right. Here love will not heal them it will consume them Here devotion will not protect them it will imprison them in the shackles of possession. What happened in the past will make her bleed into the present. a tainted past soaked in science danger and betrayal, and truths buried so deep that unearthing them could destroy everything. He believes love means possession. That keeping her close even broken is safer than letting the world touch her. She believes love means choice. And every day without it tears something vital out of her soul. They want the same thing each other. But they want it in different ways. And that is where the damage begins. A dark romance where his obsession burnt her at the same time shielded her. Where his desire injured her as well as soothed her Where his kisses became her tears. Where their love became both wound and weapon. Because sometimes, the most dangerous love stories aren't about enemies They're about two people who love each other just a little too much. This is not a story about hate. It's a story about love that went too far. About obsession disguised as devotion. This is where it all begins...........

She was stolen. He will never be free again. Vaibhavi wakes in chains. Her silk torn, her wrists bruised. Stolen from Aryavart, she is now a prisoner aboard an enemy ship-his ship. Sultan Zaahir of Almashar. Her captor. Her master. Her downfall. "You are far from home, Rajkumari," he murmurs, his voice like smoke. Vaibhavi swallows hard, her fingers curling into fists. "You will regret this." Zaahir chuckles, dark and slow. "Oh, little mouse... I already do." Because when she looks at him with hatred-he feels it too deep. When she resists, when she fights, when she spits his orders back in his face-she is all he can think about. She is making him reckless. Restless. Weak. She should fear him. Instead, she is undoing him. She is gentle where she should be sharp, kind where she should be cruel. She trembles when he steps close, but she does not run. And it makes him mad. He should want her on her knees. Instead, he wants-everything. He wants to hear the way she gasps when he tugs at her chains. He wants to see the way her lashes flutter when he tilts her chin up. He wants to break her. And yet, every time she looks at him with quiet defiance, it is he who splinters. "Kneel, Vaibhavi." "I will not." "You will." And when she finally does-when she looks up at him with wide, uncertain eyes-he is the one who is ruined. She was supposed to be his hostage. Instead, she is his undoing. One glance. One whisper. One hesitant touch at a time. He was supposed to own her. Now, he cannot breathe without her. She was supposed to hate him. Now, she cannot stop wanting him. She thinks she still has a choice. Until the night she trembles for him. Until the night he surrenders. Until the night neither of them can turn back. Because this is no longer about war. This is ruin. And neither of them... will ever escape.

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

I never intended to become entangled in their politics- let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have, from a foreign land. He was captured and chained by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage: Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a fate, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he makes me falter. Why? His eyes-deep, dangerous, and impenetrable red eyes that pulled me closer to a destiny I could never escape. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. Because it would set against my lucious world steeped in Magic, Betrayal and War. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Something dark and destructible. And when it came- we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was there who was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy- became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love. This is a tale of love, betrayal, and the ultimate battle between magic, loyalty, and destiny. How can two souls bloom when faith divides them? And when the moment comes to choose, will we sacrifice our hearts to honor the lands we came from? Or will we defy fate itself to survive its wrath?

"Dastan: The Second Generation" is a captivating continuation of the "Knock on Our Destiny" series, bringing forth fresh tales of love, passion, and the pursuit of dreams. Set in a world where the past meets the present, this new chapter introduces a diverse cast of characters whose lives intertwine in unexpected ways. Through their journeys, they encounter challenges that test the strength of their relationships and the resilience of their spirits. With a blend of heartfelt romance, intense drama, and inspiring moments of self-discovery, "Dastan" invites readers to embark on a new journey where every decision shapes their destiny.

The parting of shivanya's hair which was supposed to be filled with Vermilion is now filled with the blood of her husband " samrat Rudraksh Pratap Singh ". The life of shivanya had taken a tragic turn from that moment she had met him . She had sacrificed herself to the devil himself who didn't even think once to behead someone for his own pleasure . Rudraksh Pratap Singh. The king of Delhi along with controlling more than half part of hind was a cruel and deadly king but now he had trapped a princess of ajmer with him in the name of marriage . The king who never even lowers his gaze will he knelt down in front of his Rani sa .

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.