"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 walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily." He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes. "A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first." She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes. "You planned this." He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends." She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle. "Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you." Her eyes snapped open. "I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan." Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin. "You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face." Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself. But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her? Will she be frightened? Will she run? Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

.its ongoing guyss ~ She was forced into the marriage But he? He was already obsessed. Anika Vaidya was innocence personified - soft-spoken, kind-hearted, untouched by the filth of his world. So Rudra Singh Rathore did what monsters do best. He didn't woo her. He took her. Now she's in his mansion, wearing his name... and fighting every breath he steals from her. "Let me go," she whispered, eyes burning with defiance. He smirked, caging her between the wall and his chest. "Go where, jaan? You belong right here... under me." She calls it a prison. He calls it home. He doesn't need her love. He needs her obedience - her trembling, her silence, her surrender. "I hate you," she hissed, shoving at his chest. "Good," he whispered against her lips, "because I hate waiting. And tonight, you won't have a choice." This isn't a love story. It's obsession wrapped in sindoor, sealed with vows, and dripping with sin. And the more she resists... the darker he becomes. ⚠️ Possessive husband. Forced vows. Steamy tension. Read only if you're ready for dangerous love that breaks all rules. ~!! "I want a divorce," she said again - firmer this time. He didn't move. Rudra Singh Rathore sat at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you." she said. he looked up . slowly . Then, that damned smirk curved across his lips. "Divorce?" "Come here, Anika. I'll give it to you." I blinked. "What-" Before I could move, his book dropped with a thud and in three steps he had gripped my wrist, yanked me forward, and dragged me across the room. "Rudra!" I gasped. He threw open the bathroom door - wide, revealing the foggy mirrors and marble counter - and slammed it shut behind us, locking it with a click that sounded far too final. "You want divorce?" he whispered, nose brushing my jawline. "Then take it from here.,jaan!" "You want freedom?" he whispered. "Beg for it. But not with words. With moans."