BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. . . . 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡 A brilliant, soon to be surgeon. Mature yet soft hearted, grumpy at times but endlessly kind, the kind of person who feels too deeply and hides it too well and isn't afraid to stand her ground. Family was everything for her. but have major trust issues. Her life is all discipline and logic... until she met him. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 A surgeon. A CEO. Cold, distant, and impossibly arrogant, he trusts no one easily not even his own parents, with whom he shares a strained, distant bond. he's a man who believes emotions are a weakness... until Purvi walked into his life and shattered every wall he built. They met in medical college. She was a Junior, He was a Senior She had crush on him at first sight. He knew she was the one the moment he saw her, but never accepted it. Their bond grew quietly, beautifully... until the day he confessed and disappeared, leaving her drowning in the wreckage of emotions he created. Was it truly the end... or just a beginning neither of them expected? Six years later, destiny throws them together again this time as professionals, equals... and strangers bound by unfinished feelings. What will happen when their worlds collide again? . . . . . . . ©️All right reserved

"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.

Amarbail

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

Nuisance is her middle name Perfection is his When I first saw him I was blown away with his baby blue eyes. The second time I wanted to know more about him. But the third time, I knew he was a trouble in my paradise. I never felt attracted towards someone in this short span of time and that too without knowing a single thing about them. But this Man, right here is making my irrational side active. The problem is I can't have any sort of equation with him even if I want to. He is a forbidden fruit which I want to taste. The urge is so bad I can't tell you. But is it worth it? Is he worth it? Dive into my story to know what will happen. Cause honestly even I don't know what's there for me on the plate.

✮⋆˙𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 '𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✮⋆˙ -ˋˏ ༻Vedant x Arohi༺ ˎˊ- 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 " 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠" 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. Dive 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ──

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!