She was innocent... he was dangerous... and destiny was cruel. She ran away from her own wedding... straight into the arms of danger. Gauri Thakur, just 18, never imagined that one decision would change her entire life. Leaving her mandap behind, she ends up in front of a man people fear even taking his name... Shiva. The king of the illegal world. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love, emotions... or attachments. In the world of business, he is known as Shivay Singh Rathore... powerful, respected, and impossible to reach. But behind that name hides a devil no one dares to cross. And now... Gauri has walked right into his world. He tells her to leave. To disappear. Because she means nothing to him. But destiny doesn't listen. Gauri didn't know... some doors don't open to let you go... they trap you forever. Because Shiva doesn't care about love. He doesn't believe in feelings. But obsession? That's his language. What starts with hatred... turns into something darker. Something dangerous. Something obsessive... The girl he didn't like at first sight... becomes the only one he can't ignore. Her fear... excites him. Her innocence... pulls him in. Her existence... becomes his obsession. And once Shiva gets obsessed, there's no escape. Not for her. Not even for him. He told her to leave. Now he won't let her go Will this be a story written by fate... or destroyed by obsession? Will Mahadev unite them... or break them completely? Because once Shiva wants something... he doesn't stop... until it's his. Because in Shiva's world... you don't get love... you get owned.

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

SUMMARY A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanvi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. The name echoed through every corridor of HAU like a warning and a promise. Final-year student. Student Union President. Son of Haryana's Chief Minister. The boy whose presence commanded respect without demanding it. Rudra Chaudhary AND On other hand Anika is a confident and intelligent Delhi girl who joins HAU Hisar as a new student. She is practical, observant, and emotionally strong, but slightly reserved when it comes to unfamiliar places and people. Coming from a modern city background, she carries a calm attitude and prefers thinking before reacting. But There is a secret that Anika has been tied to someone from that family since childhood through an unspoken arrangement. While their families share trust and history, Anika feels an unexplained fear toward him-a person she barely knows yet cannot avoid. As she packs, laughs with her family, and tries to stay normal, one question stays with her-how will she face him after all these years? If you want to know more, you'll have to read the story. It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. English is not my first language (This story includes Haryanvi or Hindi words)

( for people who add this book to the library, make sure you comment and vote too ) "Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

"She lived a perfect life. Until his eyes found hers. Now, every night ends with a rose... and a threat she can't name." Aria Verma knows how to smile for the world, the polished daughter of a powerful family, too quiet for the noise around her. Riaan Fernandez doesn't chase. He appears. A man people don't speak about too loudly. He is older, powerful, and always watching and When he sets his eyes on Aria, it's not romance. It's a decision. What begins as fascination grows into something possessive. Riaan doesn't ask to be let in he appears, surrounds, consumes. Escape feels impossible. In the end, she doesn't flee. She chooses. She becomes. This isn't a story of love saving someone from the dark. This is the story of a girl who learned to breathe inside it.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

Sometimes, love just can't conquer all. Five years ago, Lillian and Carlos broke up-not because love disappeared, but because trust failed them when it mattered most. Now, years later, they stand in the same world as different people... carrying the same unresolved past they both pretend no longer matters. But some endings don't stay buried. And some people don't stop feeling like home, no matter how far they run from each other. This time, they will try again. This time, it has to work. (Book 2 of Reborn In The Hands Of Mr. Billionaire.) Book one link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/401556172?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=babyfaceIsaa Author's note: Please read Book 1 first 🤧😌

"You don't belong in places like this," he whispers, backing me into the darkness of his bedroom. "But you belong to me." 🖤 Plus-size FMC | Mafia | Morally Grey MMC | Daily Updates 🖤 I was the Don's niece. Supposed to be untouchable. Sheltered. Safe. But my uncle decided I was the perfect sacrifice to leash his most brutal enforcer. Dominic Russo is a slaughterhouse dressed in Italian silk. The man they send to make bodies disappear. A monster with pale, dead eyes who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. I thought I was just a plus-size girl with flour in her hair, trying to stay out of the dark world my family built. But when I stepped into the wrong alley, I caught his attention. Now, I'm his. Bound in a forced marriage to a man who breaks bones as easily as he breaks rules. I fight him. I hate the dark, hungry way he looks at my soft curves. I hate that when his rough hands touch me, my fear turns into something traitorous and hot. He doesn't just want my obedience. He wants to sink his teeth into my innocence and consume me whole. This isn't a love story. It's a trap. So why is the hardest part not trying to escape... but trying not to fall for the man assigned to protect me? ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, violence, forced proximity, explicit sexual content, and morally grey characters. Please read at your own discretion.