When 16-year-old Ruhi wins a scholarship to the prestigious Nobels High School in Bombay, it feels like her dreams are finally within reach. But the moment she steps through those polished gates, her life begins to unravel. Because in the shadows of the school's elite halls, he is waiting. Abhimanyu Rajput-the golden boy with emerald eyes, a charming smile, and a reputation no one dares question. To the world, he is perfection. But behind that flawless mask lies a predator cloaked in obsession. The moment Ruhi rejects his twisted idea of love, she unknowingly marks herself as prey. His bruised ego cannot tolerate defiance. His possessive madness knows no boundaries. And his affection? It cuts deeper than cruelty. As Ruhi's days blur into a nightmare of whispers, threats, and chilling touches, her pleas go unheard. Trapped in a web spun by a psychopath disguised as a prince, she must fight to keep hold of her soul-before he strips it away completely. Because in Abhimanyu's world, love isn't tender-it's torment. And no one escapes it alive.

Book 1 in (Unholy series) "You're behaving like a madman, Daksh," Ved's voice cut through the silence, filled with concern and disbelief. "Where do you think you'll find her? You don't even know her name, haven't seen her face. How can you be so sure about someone just by their touch and scent?" Daksh turned to face Ved, his eyes betraying a turmoil that ran deeper than any rational explanation could appease. "I can't explain it, Ved," he began, his voice laced with urgency. "The moment I felt her touch, breathed in her scent, it was like waking up from a dream I didn't know I was in. She's real, I know it." Ved shook his head slowly, as if struggling to comprehend. "No sane person would chase after someone based solely on touch and scent. There are plenty of other girl-" "But none of them are her," Daksh interjected, his tone firm, resolute. "I've never felt this way before. It's like she's imprinted on my soul. I crave her touch like a drowning man craves air." "I don't care what any sane person would say, because my sanity ended the moment I smelled her and touched her lips with mine." "I crave her intensely. I don't even know her name or how she looks, but her scent and touch intoxicate me, driving me to madness". "I can't say exactly when or how I got hooked on her, but one thing's for sure, she's the only thing I crave more than anything else in my life," "She has to come to me. It's not a choice; it's the only option. Whether she comes willingly or not, I know how to make her mine, even if I have to take her against her will," Daksh's eyes darkened with each word, his voice laced with an unsettling intensity. Let's see what fate has planned for Daksh and krina.

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

"Anishka :- His Lethal Possession." Dark Mafia Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Obsession | Slow Burn | He was destruction dressed in silk. She was softness wrapped in scars. And fate didn't ask before it ruined them both. He's not the kind of man girls dream of. He's the kind mothers warn about. Rudra Singh Rajput- Mafia King. Ruthless CEO. Cold-blooded and untouchable. He doesn't love. He owns. He doesn't fall. He makes the world fall to its knees. Until he saw her. Anishka Malhotra- Nineteen. Innocent. Soft-spoken. She heals children, and prays for strangers. She believes in fairy tales. And he's the monster hiding beneath the bed. But the moment his eyes found her, something inside him snapped- and it wasn't just desire. It was possession. It was war. It was obsession. "You think I'm your worst mistake, Anishka? Sweetheart, I'm the man who'll burn down your world just to keep you in it." Now, she's trapped in his dangerous game. And the more she fights, the deeper he wants her- Not just her body, but her soul. Her tears. Her heartbeat. Every breath she takes, he wants to own. She's the light he never deserved. And he's the darkness she was never ready to face. But love doesn't bloom in this world. It bleeds. --- Themes of the Story: Dark Romance & Obsession: A tale of ruthless love, where obsession blurs the line between danger and desire. Mafia x Innocent Girl. Forced Marriage to True Love. Emotional Healing & Redemption. Powerful Female Growth. Possessiveness & Protection. Sensual, Romantic, and Heartwarming. -- Note from the Author: This is a work of fiction, born purely from my imagination. Please do not copy or repost my content elsewhere. 18+ | Mature Themes All image credits go to Pinterest. Kindly ignore typos or minor mistakes.. I'm always learning. Constructive feedback is welcome, but hate is not. Please Support Me. 🥺❤️ - Roseonrisebabe ✨️ ----

POOJA SHARMA. Epitome of beauty. A collection of innocence and kindness. Yet shy and timid. But God can't give everything to one person. And so she was unable to see the world's beauty with her eyes and can't see the cruelty of the world with her mind. she is blind. But her single smile can light up everyone's life. ABHINAV KHANNA. Cruel. Handsome. A powerful multi-billionaire. Confident and possessive. He was every girl's wildest dream. They were ready to throw themselves at him. But he never noticed them. But what happened when our sweet innocent Pooja crossed paths with this arrogant beast. He wanted her and she feared him. And you know what if he wants something, he will get it. Either by Hook and Crook. And here arises the question ........ How Pooja will be able to escape the possessive hold of Abhinav.....? Do you think a possessive Abhinav will let his precious butterfly fly away from him..? Welcome to the journey of Abhinav and Pooja....... The pictures used are not mine.

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

This is a story about a devil who fell in love with an innocent girl. However, his love turned into a shackle for her. He was willing to do anything for her, even if that meant burning down the whole world. Unfortunately, in the process of trying to win her over, he lost his sanity. The girl, named Aaina, was an innocent angel who was scared of the devil's ruthless nature. She did not know that he could be a lost puppy just for her. The devil's name was Rudraksh Singh Rathore, a cold and ruthless businessman with billions of wealth, fame, and name. One look at Aaina and he lost control. Now, he is determined to have her at any cost. Aaina is an orphan with an innocent personality, an epitome of beauty living in an orphanage. She caught the eyes of the devil who is hell-bent on making her his, but she wants nothing to do with him. What will happen when an innocent angel catches the eye of a devil? Will the devil be able to win the heart of this angel, or will he lose her?

Story of Rudra's and Aaina 's daughter Aaira.The little flower of Rathores .The most pampered child of Rathores but there are some things which always haunt Aaira and one of those is her big brother Mrityunjay 's silence. A past which totally changed the equation between Mrityunjay and Aaira.Once the loving brother turned into a cold hearted and controlling brother who rarely utters any words to Aaira and whenever he does it always leaves her shaking like a leaf. And then there are her two other brothers Nakshatra and Moksh who never fail to show their love and affection to their little princess.They pamper and care for her like a mother does to its baby. Her smile can brighten up anyone's day but what if her smile has caught the attention of someone.What if that someone fell for her smile at the first sight like her father fell for her mother. Is the history is going to repeat itself? But the question is how because this time there are three spawns of the Devil who are going to protect their little sister at any cost and not to forget the Devil himself Rudraksh Singh Rathore who can do anything to protect his heart at any cost.

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.