"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭" ••• "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ••• "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞!" ••• "𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞"

( #1st book of Threads of Love Series ) *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Abhiraj Singh Yaduvanshi has conquered the corporate world at twenty-eight, turning Yaduvanshi Industries into an empire that bows to his will. But for the first time in his life, he faces a challenge his wealth and power can't solve: winning the trust of Akshara Maitya, a woman whose past has taught her that love is just another word for pain. In the glittering world of Mumbai's elite, Abhiraj is used to getting what he wants. Yet Akshara's walls aren't built with bricks that money can buy - they're forged from scars that run soul-deep. While he's determined to make her his wife, she's equally determined to never let anyone close enough to break her again. But how far will Abhiraj go to prove his love? And more importantly, should he? As Akshara's haunting past threatens to destroy any chance of their future, both must answer a crucial question: Is love worth the risk of breaking, even when there's no guarantee of being put back together? "Abhira: Tale of devotion" is not just another love story - it's a battle between one man's unwavering determination and one woman's unshakeable fears. In this tale of patience, persistence, and healing, the real question isn't whether love can conquer all, but whether it should even try. Will Abhiraj's devotion be enough to melt the ice around Akshara's heart? Or will his pursuit only prove what she's always feared - that love is a game where everyone loses in the end? The answer lies in these pages, where love meets its greatest challenge yet: convincing a broken heart to believe again.

{Caged Series} HIS LITTLE AMORE There's No Escape Little Heart She never spoke until and unless she wanted to, emotionless eyes which held numerous hurt behind them, a neutral face. ---------------------- She knew she might die the next second, she bore the pain but didn't shed any tears but chuckled sadly seeing the man who never cried in years was shredding tears for her. She is never worth it for him, a broken soul like her will only bring remorse for him not happiness, Never. "Hey! Get up you aren't leaving me, did you hear me you aren't leaving me it's an order I still have to show you my worst side and you will feel disgusted, get up". "Please" he begged -------------------------------- Join in to dive into their story. Lots of love ~ Author ----------------------------------- #12 Past Trauma #31 Emotional #4 Past Trauma {14/02/2025} #5 Past Trauma {10/06/2025} Started:- Ended:-

She was just a student.....until she became his obsession In the chaotic corridors of college, Sharayu, a fiery, free-spirited student, never imagined falling for the one man she should've stayed away from - Professor Satish Singh Rajvanshi. But love doesn't follow rules. He's older, wiser, and Head of her Department. She's his brightest student... and his greatest weakness. Their connection is magnetic - dangerous, forbidden, and impossible to resist. He's obsessed. Not the creepy kind - the kind that notices every flicker in her eyes, every tremble in her voice. She becomes his only distraction in a world of discipline. But love doesn't come easy. They're from different castes, torn by traditions, judged by society, and hunted by secrets. This is not just a romance - it's a slow-burning rebellion against every rule ever written. A tale of forbidden glances, stolen moments, obsession masked as protection, and a bond so intense, it dares to defy the world. He's her professor. She's his student. But love? Love doesn't ask permission Because when love crosses the line, it doesn't just break rules - it rewrites them.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

" Kismat jinse judi hoti h , hume unse mila hi deti h "

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

She once loved him enough to ask for forever. He rejected her like a joke. Years later, they're standing in the same wedding - not as a couple, but as the exes of the bride and groom. Devansh Sharma, now a renowned architect, had everything he wanted... except closure. Vaidehi Agnihotri, now a pediatrician with zero tolerance for emotional messes, had buried her past along with her now ex-until he walked back into it. When their families unexpectedly announce their rishta, and their exes can't handle the heat, a fake engagement turns into a full-blown wedding plan. It started as a joke. A distraction. Revenge, maybe. But somewhere between sarcastic rituals and awkward newlywed moments, pretending felt a little too real. What if the mistake they tried to fake... was actually meant to be? Because sometimes, the wrong person leads you to the right kind of love. Tropes:- He fell first (this time) Marriage on terms Lover her x wipped him Ex's cousin/Ex's brother Rom-com Old wounds + healing + rediscovering love Second chance romance

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ✨ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝....💗🫶🏻 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ⋆˚☆˖°𝐕𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ᥫ᭡ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚⋆˚☆˖° 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 : 25-08-2025 𝐄𝐧𝐝 :