This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮" After a long day Abhimanyu returns back home and straight away goes to his room, only to find Amyra sleeping on his bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, Amyra covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at him. Abhimanyu walked slowly towards Amyra, his shoes sound only audible in the s*xual atmosphere. He grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in his strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my s*x sl*t, don't you". .................................................................................. TROPES✨ Forced Marriage Age Gap She fell first, He fell harder Mature romance This is a Mafia Romance story where Amyra, a 21 year old girl is forced to get married to a Ruthless Mafia leader Abhimanyu Gupta. This story is all about lust, seduction and dark romance. This is a slow burn story. .................................................................................. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is for mature audiences as it contains smut. Read at your own risk. #2 in India (29/06/25) #1 in Seduction #1 in matureaudience #1 in maturestory #1 in obsessive #1 in fastupdates #1 in marriageproposal #1 in action-romance #1 in marriage-of-convience #2 in top10 India #2 in marriage #2 in hindi #3 in slowburn #10 in India

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Priya was never the girl people looked at twice. Dark skin. Big nose. Unorganized teeth. Chubby body. And a lifetime full of comments reminding her she was never "pretty enough." While her sister was called beautiful, Priya learned how to survive by smiling through insecurities, family problems, and silent heartbreaks. Love? She stopped believing in it long ago. But life becomes complicated when Vikram - a man she never expected - starts seeing beauty in the parts of herself she spent years hiding. This is not a story about a perfect girl. This is the story of an "average girl" trying to love herself in a world obsessed with appearance.

Meenakshi never imagined marriage would feel this lonely. Raised in a strict yet loving middle-class family, she grew up believing patience, silence, and sacrifice were a woman's greatest strengths. Quiet and deeply traditional despite being raised in the city, she enters the powerful Reddy household as the wife of the eldest son - Raghav Reddy. A man feared more than respected. At thirty, Raghav Reddy is known for his discipline, cold silence, and traditional values. In his world, rules matter more than emotions, and family honor comes before everything else. Their marriage was arranged within weeks. To the world, they looked perfect together - the powerful heir and the innocent bride wrapped in silk sarees and gold jewelry. But behind closed doors, their relationship is filled with distance, misunderstandings, silent fights, and unspoken emotions. In a house where every step is watched and every mistake is remembered, Meenakshi struggles to find her place in her husband's life. And Raghav? He is a man who does not know how to love gently. But sometimes, the quietest hearts leave the deepest impact. A slow-burn South Indian arranged marriage romance filled with traditions, family drama, possessive love, emotional tension, and the journey of two strangers tied together by sacred vows.

💞A billionaire who controls everything meets the one woman he cannot control. She saved a stranger's mother without asking who she was. She never expected the woman's son to come looking for the rest of her life. Meher Iyer has nothing anyone can take from her - no parents, no fortune, no fear. She sells jasmine outside a Coimbatore temple, bakes for extra rupees, and has never once bent herself smaller for anyone's comfort. So when she pulls a bleeding stranger off the temple steps and holds her hand until help arrives, she doesn't think twice - and she certainly doesn't think to ask if the woman is rich. Aryan Raisinghani is the coldest, most feared businessman south of Delhi - six-foot-five of tailored suits and boardrooms that go silent when he walks in. He has built an empire and buried every soft part of himself to do it. He has also, quietly, never stopped wanting what his brother has: a love that doesn't care about the empire at all. Then he finds the girl who saved his mother's life - plus-size, sharp-tongued, devastatingly beautiful, and somehow a full head shorter than him - and discovers, to his own horror, that she is the only person on earth who looks up at him without flinching. What starts as gratitude becomes curiosity. What starts as curiosity becomes obsession. And what starts as obsession will demand everything he has built - his control, his family's expectations, and the carefully iced-over heart he swore no one would ever reach. She never wanted his world. He's no longer sure he wants his world without her. His Unexpected Obsession - a slow-burn, cinematic romance of jealousy, possessiveness, mischief, and the kind of love that refuses to stay where it's been told to.

Ekansh Shekhawat, A CEO and reserved person was arranged to get married to Kiara Singh. Who was also his sister in law's sister. Started on - January 12, 2025. Completed in - May 24, 2025. Words count - 74,250 !It's my original work, and fully fictional!

She believed love could heal every wound. He believed love was the biggest weakness. Vaidehi Joshi had always dreamed of a marriage filled with love, warmth, and companionship. To her, marriage was not just a ritual-it was about finding a soulmate, a humsafar. But destiny had different plans. Rudra Singhania world revolved only around his family and his little niece, Myra Singhania. Forced into an arranged marriage because of family pressure, Rudra makes one thing clear on the very first night- "Mujhse mohabbat ki umeed mat karna." ("Don't expect love from me.") For Vaidehi, those words shatter every dream she ever had. Yet despite his coldness, she continues to stand beside him silently... caring for his family, loving Myra like her own, and slowly becoming the peace in his chaotic life. What happens when the man who hated love starts fearing the thought of losing his wife? A story of forced marriage, unspoken feelings, jealousy, pain, healing, and a love that slowly turns strangers into soulmates. Because sometimes... your humsafar is chosen by destiny before being accepted by the heart.

Mrunal Deshmukh is a chubby, passionate creative head whose world shatters when the man she loved for years walks away. Heartbroken and restless, she turns to an anonymous chatroom called Velvet-a place where people bare their desires in the safety of shadows. There, she meets a stranger who calls himself SinEater. Dark, magnetic, and unflinchingly intense, he becomes her secret escape, awakening parts of her she never dared explore. At the same time, Mrunal steps into a new job under Devraj Rathore-her enigmatic, impossibly handsome boss. Devraj is arrogant, controlled, and emotionally unreadable, the kind of man who keeps everyone at arm's length. Yet, there's something about Mrunal that stirs his attention in ways she cannot understand. As her nights with SinEater grow more intoxicating and her days with Devraj more charged with tension, Mrunal finds herself caught in a dangerous storm of desire, obsession, and secrets waiting to unravel. A haunting tale of heartbreak, forbidden intimacy, and the razor-thin line between fantasy and reality.

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️