"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

An arrange marriage story Life has a funny way of bringing two people together. Sometimes, love doesn't start with fireworks-it begins in the most unexpected moments, in small gestures that slowly weave two hearts together. Nithya never thought marriage would change her life much. She had always been independent, focused on her work, and content in her own world. But when she married Karthick Kannan, a man she barely knew, everything shifted. Karthick was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder than anything. He believed in responsibility, in doing what was right. Marriage, to him, was not just about companionship-it was a lifelong commitment. He didn't expect love to come easily, but he also never imagined how deeply Nithya would become a part of him. Their love didn't happen overnight. It grew in quiet moments- Little by little, they unraveled each other's hearts, discovering a love that was steady, deep, and unshakable. But love isn't just about sweet moments-it's about facing life together, through challenges and uncertainties. As they walked this journey, Karthick and Nithya realized that love wasn't just something they found in each other. It was something they built, piece by piece, through trust, patience, and an unspoken understanding. This is their story-a love that started as strangers and slowly turned into something unbreakable. please don't copy my works!

"How... how could you be so evil?" she whispered in disbelief, her voice cracking like fragile glass. "Itne pathar dil kese ho sakte ho?" "You've just had a glimpse of what I am, sweetheart," Rithvik replied, his tone deceptively soft, almost intimate. "Trust me, there is more than enough darkness in me to crush not just your heart, but your soul as well." ___________________________________________ Rithvik x Raavi. "A villian to all, a red carpet of menace-yet for her, he flip the script, wearing only green flags." [Earlier, it was titled "Only Mine (18+)."] ..................... Love made him cruel. Love made him unstoppable. And for her, he will burn the world without a single flicker of regret. RITHVIK RAGHUWANSHI. [Syndicate Chief of mafia empire 'The Pythons'.] "His father had arranged his marriage to the girl he never wanted, he hated her without knowing who she was, yet the moment he saw her, she become his. Despite her refusal he bind her in a marriage she never choose." RAAVI PATEL. [A lawyer from Shimla. Her past held secrets that she herself is unknown about.] "She fell in love with him at the first sight, thought him as her saviour, her heart surrendered to love. But he used her used vulnerablity as his strength, tying her in a marriage she never choose, and in that moment she hate herself for loving someone like him." ...................... BOOK 1 OF OBSESSION SERIES.

"𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖, 𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙚, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖..." ______________ His eyes follow her everywhere, piercing through crowds, through walls, through her very soul. At first, she thought it was harmless, a fleeting infatuation. But..she was wrong. So, so wrong. His love isn't gentle, it's violent and unrelenting, a storm that tears through everything she holds dear. He leaves her notes that no one else can see. Gifts that feel more like warnings. Whispers that echo in her head long after he is gone. He doesn't want her to love him back. He wants her to belong to him. And when she tries to pull away, he tightens his grip. They say love can save you. But his love? It will destroy her.. ___________________ Saanvi Mehra, a hardworking girl leading a simple yet peaceful life, gets trapped in the obsession of a ruthless billionaire, the one who wears the facade of a gentleman in front of the whole world, Arjun Vardhan. He scares her, threatens her and does everything to break her. In the end, there's only one question, who will break first?

"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

She's 18. Sweet, simple, and brilliant-Ishika a first-year fashion design student with dreams in her eyes. He's 32. A monster in human skin-Rudran, the ruthless ruler of a lawless empire with 150 villages under his iron grip. He kills without flinching. She doesn't even know what darkness looks like. But fate doesn't knock. It drags. And now, she belongs where no light survives. WARNING: - This is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+) only.

His name alone makes warriors tremble. His presence commands fear. His heart? Cold as steel. Maharaja Rudraveer Singh Rathore is a ruthless conqueror, a man who lives only for power, war, and absolute control. Love is for the weak, and he has never known mercy. Until her. Princess Devyani Varma-a rare beauty, untouched by the world's cruelty. Sheltered within her father's palace, she knows nothing of the beast who now craves her. The moment Rudraveer lays his piercing eyes on her, she becomes his obsession, his weakness, his madness. But Devyani is the daughter of his sworn enemy. Taking her means war. Keeping her means breaking her. And loving her? That was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when a merciless king falls... he falls deep. And he will burn kingdoms to the ground to make her his. Even if she hates him. Even if she runs. Because in his world, a queen does not choose her king. The king chooses his queen. 🔥 A story of war, passion, and an all-consuming obsession. 🔥 #DarkRoyalRomance #HistoricalFiction #ObsessiveLove #PossessiveKing #EnemiesToLovers #IndianRoyalty

Everyone's story begins with love and mine begins with pain. An excruciating pain. While kids of my age study and have fun in college, I am forced to sleep with someone, that too for money. I am only twenty one year old girl whose fate gives every day a new opportunity to humiliate her. People just look at me with dirty and pitying eyes. Will happiness ever come for me? Will I also be able to live my life freely?. NO..NEVER..

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.