★Ranking★ #3 in king on 28/05/26 #3 in Villainlove on 28/05/26 🄿🅁🄾🄻🄾🄶🅄🄴 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚. The blade had a name. Night's Kiss. Black steel that drank light. It had killed three kings. Prince Kieran Vareth stood in the shadows of a marble column, one hand on the dagger beneath his cloak, watching his target dance. Prince Cassian Lireth. Golden. Laughing. Already dead-he just didn't know it yet. One strike. One war. Done. Kieran began to move. And then a servant girl looked up. Storm-gray eyes. Plain gray dress. Nothing. No one. She should have looked away. She didn't. For three heartbeats, she saw him. Not the monster. Not the Demon Prince. Him. Then terror won. She vanished into the crowd. Kieran's hand was no longer on the blade. He didn't remember letting go. Somewhere in this palace of gold and lies, a girl with storm-gray eyes had just done the impossible. She made a dead man feel something. And now he had to find her. Even if it destroyed everything. ★★★★★ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨.... 𝙎𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚....

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #8 in friendsfoever on 20/05/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

Seraphina Ravelle, the stepdaughter of Marquess Edric, grew up surrounded by luxury-but behind the mansion doors, cruelty ruled. Her mother, Isadora Ravelle, used her power to torment the Marquess's first daughter, Liora. Seraphina loved her sister dearly, yet she could never show it. Desperate to save Liora from their mother's abuse, Seraphina secretly forged a letter and sent a marriage proposal in her sister's name to the feared Grand Duke, Izek Viremont. But instead of accepting Liora... the Duke sent the proposal back-to Seraphina. Why would one of the most powerful men in the kingdom choose her? And what does the Duke truly want?

Liora Ravella was born with a noble name, yet she grew up imprisoned by it. Within the Ravella estate, cruelty wore silk. Her stepmother, Isadora, and her stepsister, Seraphina, turned her days into quiet torment, while the servants learned to look away. Every corridor held a memory she wished to erase. Every night, she slept knowing tomorrow would be no different. Until she made a choice no one expected. When a marriage offer arrives from a man the world fears, a man whispered about as a monster, Liora does not hesitate. She reaches for it herself. Not out of hope. Not out of love. But to survive. This marriage is not a rescue. It is an escape. But trading one cage for another is a gamble, and Liora knows it. The hand she takes may lead her to freedom, or to a darkness far worse than the hell she leaves behind. Can she truly escape her fate? Or has she simply chosen a different kind of nightmare?

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

"You kept chasing me. You smiled when I glared, you stayed when I pushed. You thought your relentless kindness could fix me. Baka. You should have run when I gave you the chance. You didn't realize you were just waking up a monster. You ignored every warning. I don't want to be fixed. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I will tear apart every engine, burn down every city, and shatter any man who dares to even breathe near you. ou wanted my attention? Congratulations, Amber. You have it. All of it. And now, you can't run from me even If you want to cause I'm never letting you go." - Kazuki Kurosawa ___ He smoked heavy cigarettes, I drank tea. He rebuilt broken motorcycles in the dark, I read shameless love stories in the sun. He warned me to stay away, I stepped closer. He called me a baka, I called him mine. I thought I was teaching a cynical lone wolf how to love. I didn't realize I was teaching him how to obsess. To the rest of the university, Kazuki Kurosawa is a badboy, a ghost. A cold, untouchable engineering prodigy who prefers the roar of an engine over the sound of human voices. To me, he was just a boy I couldn't resist. Armed with my calf-length dresses, my late father's silver ring, and a ridiculous amount of optimism, I chased him. I ignored his brutal honesty, his freezing glares, and his toxic attempts to push me away. It was supposed to be innocent. A hopeless romantic trying to melt a frozen heart. But I played with fire. Because when you push a broken man to finally feel something, you cannot control what happens when he snaps. I fell first. But Kazuki fell harder. And the boy who once wanted absolutely nothing to do with me is now the man who will burn the entire world to the ground before he lets anyone take his me away.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, my voice breaking as tears blurred my vision. He stepped closer-too close-his presence suffocating, inescapable. "Because, my angel..." he murmured, his voice low and unsettling, "you've attracted the devil inside me." A faint, dangerous smirk curved his lips. Sanjana Mehra: A 21 year-old Indian girl , soft-hearted but emotionally fragile. She feels everything too deeply-pain, fear, hope-and struggles to keep it all contained. A firm believer in God, she clings to her faith like it's the only thing holding her together. Her life appears ordinary on the surface, but behind closed doors, her family is far from kind. Despite everything, her heart remains untainted... for now. Blake Moretti: 30. A man shaped by power, control, and violence. Arrogant, calculated, and dangerously composed. He doesn't lose control-he owns it. Known in the underworld as someone you don't cross twice, Blake is ruthless when necessary and merciless when crossed. He doesn't believe in good or bad-only in survival. Yet, beneath the cold exterior lies a mind that observes, understands... and decides who is worth sparing. Two worlds. One driven by faith. The other by power. When they collide, something far more dangerous than love begins to grow.

*"You can run from a man. But how do you run from someone who lives inside your mind?"* Alia Raina thought escaping Vihaan Shergill would save her. She was wrong. After fleeing from the dangerously obsessive man who claimed her as his *everything*, Alia hides in a small flat in Jaipur, seven months pregnant and terrified for her unborn child. But Vihaan is not a normal man. He is possessive. He is powerful. And his love is the kind that destroys. For Vihaan, Alia is not just someone he loves. She is his obsession. His life His home. After searching 127 days across India, he finally finds her again. And this time... he refuses to lose her. ⚠️ **WARNINGS** • Dark Romance • Obsessive/Possessive Male Lead • Psychological Manipulation • Toxic Relationship • Pregnancy Theme • Violence & Threats • Trauma & Emotional Abuse • Stalking • Mature Themes • Morally Grey Characters • Angst & Emotional Intensity ❗This story is purely fictional and intended for mature readers who enjoy dark psychological romance.

He controls Lucknow North with one sentence. She exposed him on live TV with one file. Veer Singh Rathore, Jatt MLA. North ka unchallenged king. politics, media, police sab uski jeb me hain. Ek sentence hi poore system ko hila de. Ananya Gupta, Gen Z student activist. Darti nahi. Jhukti nahi. Enemies to lovers. He falls first, harder. Morally grey MLA x Unbreakable activist. Political thriller. Slow burn. Possessive. Dangerous. Agar tumhe "touch her and die" vibe pasand hai, ye tumhare liye . ---

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.