"I want a divorce." For Anaya, those words were meant to be her declaration of freedom. For three years, she has been nothing but a responsibility to her husband, a final promise made to her brother. But the man who claimed her out of duty has no intention of letting her go. Knowing he will never release her legally, Anaya takes matters into her own hands and disappears, leaving behind the marriage that was always a cage. She builds a new life, a fragile existence where she can finally be herself. But the past is not done with her. Years later, their paths cross, and the battle begins again. He doesn't look at her with longing, but with the same cold, possessive gaze that says she is still his. The man who once claimed his unwanted bride out of obligation now seeks to reclaim her out of sheer will. The fight is no longer about a legal document, but about her very identity. Can she outrun the past that refuses to die, or is she destined to be forever bound to the man who would never let her go? Anaya Singhania X Arhan Malhotra Tropes Marriage of Convenience Brother's Bestfriend / Bestfriend's Sister Second Chance Time Jump Possesive Protagonist

This is the story of Adheer Ranawat and Barkat Mishra. Adheer Ranawat is a spoiled brat but extremely handsome. Being from the richest family in Mumbai, girls in college hover around him. Known as a playboy and the most wanted man among girls, Adheer falls head over heels for Barkat Mishra at first sight. What will happen when Barkat learns the truth about Adheer? Will she accept his obsession, or will she, a girl who firmly stands by her principles, reject Adheer Ranawat? To find out, read "Possessive For You".

She believed love meant forever. He believed emotions were weaknesses. Fate believed... they belonged to each other. When Lavanya Nair, a gentle commerce teacher from Tamil Nadu, finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, tradition, and family honor, she is forced into a marriage she never wanted - to a man who doesn't believe in love. Dante Russo, an emotionless Italian mafia heir, only agrees to the marriage to protect his family's name after his sister elopes with Lavanya's brother. Cold, calculated, and a stranger to tenderness, Dante sees Lavanya as nothing but a necessary obligation. But what happens when two wounded souls - one burning with hidden fire, the other buried in silence - are bound together by rituals older than time? In a home wrapped in jasmine and sandalwood, under vows spoken in languages neither fully understands, a story unfolds... of pain, of power, and of a slow-burning connection that neither can name. --- A tale of forced vows, shattered trust, family legacies, and the unexpected tenderness born from the ashes of betrayal. This is not a love story. This is how strangers become something more.

Eva Hartmann gave Nathan Ashford everything in college her time, her devotion, her heart. But when tragedy struck, he chose ambition over her, shattering her trust. Six years later, Eva is a successful architect with no intention of looking back. Until Nathan returns, ruthless, relentless, and obsessed with winning her back. He'll block every escape, sabotage every chance, and even force her into marriage to keep her. What begins as a war of wills becomes a dangerous game of love and obsession, where the line between possession and redemption blurs. All That Remains book by SS Sahoo

Uski shaadi ek Sauda thi......aur Riyan ke liye vah sirf ek gold -digger. Har din uske liye ek nai Saza, ek Naya Tana lekar aata tha. Fir bhi Prisha ka Dil usi ke zulmon mein apna sukun dhundhne Laga. Jab nafrat ek junoon mein badalne Lage, aur Chahat qaid Ban jaaye. Tab Mohabbat bhi ek dangerous addiction Ban jaati Hai.

In a world ruled by blood, loyalty, and power - daughters are a death sentence. Alessia Morelli was five months pregnant when she vanished without a trace, leaving behind five sons and a husband feared across the mafia underworld. To them, she was a traitor. A disgrace. Rumors whispered she ran off with another man. What they never knew... was that she ran to save the life growing inside her. Because in their world, daughters are currency - kidnapped, sold, or killed before they can even cry. Years pass. The once-happy family is now cold, broken, and haunted by the betrayal. Her sons grew up hating the woman who gave them life. Her husband buried his love behind walls of rage. But secrets never stay buried. And when the cracks begin to show, when quiet details start to surface, the lies they were all raised on begin to collapse. She was the forbidden one. The girl they were never meant to know. And as the truth begins to rise, it threatens to tear apart the empire they built on blood and silence. Blood runs cold. But truth runs deeper AI is ONLY used to REFINE the story to make it more imaginary

"Khoon ke badle khoon. Behen ke badle behen." Aditya Deewan is a man torn by grief and consumed by vengeance. His sister is dead and he knows exactly who's to blame, Daksh Birla, her powerful, political husband. But Aditya doesn't want justice.He wants ruin. And the perfect way to deliver it? Meher Birla, Daksh's beloved younger sister. The same Meher who once held Aditya's heart. The same girl he buried along with his emotions years ago. Now, he drags her back into his life. Not out of love, but for vengeance. He'll marry her. Ruin her-until her brother feels every shred of pain Aditya bleeds with. But there's one thing Aditya forgot... Love may be buried. But it never dies. And hate? It only brings it back with sharper edges. 𝐴𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦𝑎 𝐷𝑒𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑛 𝑋 𝑀𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑎

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

Evelyn An 18 year old orphan girl who witnesses a brutal murder at her best friend's party and the murderer is no other than a great Mafia king who is the brother of her best friend. Alexandro 26 year old Alexandro has kept his identity of mafia king hidden from his sister. But her best friend witnesses a murder committed by him. What will happen when Alexandro sets his eyes on an innocent Evelyn? _____________________________________ Cover by- @meesha_lora

"Stop... please..." Her voice was a raw whisper, but it didn't matter. He didn't care. He never cared. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks as he moved, his every action a reminder of the power he held over her, the control he exerted with every violent thrust. She couldn't move, couldn't fight him. The pain, the humiliation-she was trapped in his grip, lost in the nightmare that never seemed to end. "No..." She gasped, her heart racing in terror as she cried out, begging him to stop, to let her go. But her pleas were nothing more than a distant echo, swallowed up by the darkness of her own mind. Aarya's breath quickened in the nightmare as she relived the pain, the helplessness, the shame. The cold, indifferent silence of the room consumed her, and her mind screamed for a way out, for someone-anyone-to save her. But no one came