Some people fall in love. Others... build it. Reyansh Raichand was never a part of Meher Shah's world. Not in the beginning. Not in any way that mattered. He was just Kabir Shah's friend. A familiar face. Someone who came and went without leaving a mark. And that's exactly how he wanted it. Because the most dangerous obsessions don't announce themselves- they grow quietly, patiently... until they become unavoidable. Every step he took was deliberate. Every bond he formed was calculated. Every moment he spent around her... had a purpose. Meher never noticed when he stopped being distant and started becoming present. Never questioned why he was always there- in the background, in the silence, in the spaces she never thought to guard. By the time she did... It was too late. A single move was all it took to break everything she knew. Trust shattered. Safety gone. Her world reduced to something fragile in his hands. And suddenly, he wasn't just her brother's friend anymore. He was the reason everything had fallen apart. ____________________ "Finally... we are husband and wife now." His voice was calm. Almost satisfied. As if this moment had lived in his mind long before it became real. "All this waiting... all this planning- finally brought you to me." "I hate you!" Meher's voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything he had taken from her. "I will never forgive you for this." He smiled. Slowly, he stepped closer-then lowered himself in front of her, as if devotion and dominance could exist in the same breath. "I don't need your forgiveness," he murmured softly. His gaze never left hers. "I just need you... right beside me." A pause. "Right where you belong." Because this was never love. It was something far more consuming. Far more dangerous. An obsession that didn't begin with a heartbeat- but with a decision. And now that he finally had her... There was no escape. There never was.

He married her by mistake, and from that moment, he made sure she paid for it every single day. Krishnaa was never meant to be his wife. When the fair, beautiful bride ran away, she was pushed forward as a replacement-dark-skinned, unwanted, and never part of anyone's plan. Arjun had always believed that beauty was everything. And in his eyes, Krishnaa was everything he never wanted. He doesn't hide his disgust, nor does he soften his words. To him, this marriage is nothing but a burden forced upon his life. New chapter Updates🎇 Every Monday , Thursday and Saturday.🥰

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

His grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. She was shaking terribly, terrified of the intensity in his eyes. The suffocating closeness between them made her feel as though she might collapse at any moment. She could feel his monstrous huge length on her gut, his cold cigarette breath on her face. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, sharp whisper that brooked no argument. When she hesitated, frozen by fear, he leaned in closer, his presence entirely overwhelming her. "So you want me to grab your hairs and drag you to our room and make you bounce....." before he finishes his words she instantly opened her eyes and started looking into his eyes. She can't go back to his room, not after what he had done with her not after all the humiliation he made her go through in that room. She was holding her breath making her neck curves look visible that all he wants is to suck her until he mark her entire body but he controlled his inner beast who was dying to taste her. "Your brother is on the way," he warned, his voice cutting through the silence like ice. "And I don't want him knowing a single thing about what is happening between us."She remained completely still, her breath catching in her throat, her wide eyes locked onto his. Before she could process the threat, the distant sound of a car pulling into the driveway echoed through the house.

Muskan is the kind of girl who notices the quiet ones. When Abhimanyu transfers into her college, she is the first person to properly talk to him. Soft-spoken, a little distant, and strangely intense, he seems like someone who just needs a friend. What starts as simple kindness slowly turns into something far darker. Abhimanyu becomes possessive. He watches who she talks to, gets jealous over the smallest things, and starts pulling her away from everyone else. At first Muskan thinks it's just overprotectiveness. She keeps making excuses for him because the soft side of him feels real. But the more time they spend together, the clearer it becomes that Abhimanyu doesn't just want her attention - he wants her completely. And once he decides she belongs to him, he has no intention of letting her go.

Trapped in the Sovereign's Sin A modern girl. An ancient dark romance novel. A ruthless villain who refuses to let her go. When Mina unexpectedly gets pulled inside the brutal historical novel she was reading, she finds herself trapped not as a revered princess, but as a low-born, helpless palace maid (dasi) in the menacing realm of Vyomgarh. Forced to serve the kingdom's terrifying Sovereign Maharaj Aviraj Singh Suryavanshi, the novel's dark, unhinged villain Mina tries everything to stay invisible and escape back to her modern reality. But her bold, 21st-century defiance, fierce slaps, and refusal to bow down only ignite a dangerous, psychotic obsession inside him. Driven mad by a fierce desire to possess her, Aviraj demands the ultimate surrender: become his royal mistress (rakhail) and live in his golden cage forever. Trapped between his terrifying dark love, relentless pursuit, and her own burning need for freedom, Mina must play a high-stakes game of survival against the very demon who will burn the world down just to claim her. #1 timetravel #1 historicalromance #1 gothicromance #14 wattpadindia #1 wattpadfanfiction

#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06] [ 31/07] [1/2/3/4/5/6/7/08/26] #TOP 3 in India [ 30/7/2026] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

In the misty, rain-drenched hills of Kerala's Western Ghats, a gentle kindergarten teacher is ripped from her quiet life and dragged into the shadows of the ancient Nambiyar Tharavad. She came seeking peace. She found a monster. Arjun Nambiyar doesn't love. He claims. And once his eyes lock on her innocence, nothing - not her tears, not her pleas, not the world - will stop him from making her his. In the hidden luxury of the centuries-old mansion, under the constant roar of the monsoon, he will break her, bind her in gold and obsession, and drown her in a darkness so twisted it feels like worship. Some flowers are meant to bloom freely. Others are destined to be plucked, possessed, and kept forever in the bloodroot soil.

He knew my coffee order before we met. He knew my childhood address. He knew what I was afraid of. I thought I came to Chennai for my father's debt. Vikram Arjun Naidu had been waiting for me for eighteen months. The terrifying part isn't that he's a billionaire. Or a crime lord. Or the kind of man entire cities fear. The debt was never the point. I was.

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀