🖤🌼🖤🌼🖤 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆🖤 × 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇🌼 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━ The underworld knows only one truth- 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 does not care. Not about enemies. Not about allies. And certainly not about emotions. He is the man who ends wars with a single command. The man whose silence is more terrifying than violence. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Love was never part of his world. Until the day a girl in white became his bride. Too soft for his ruthless empire. Too innocent for a man like him. Her eyes lower whenever he enters the room. Her voice trembles when she speaks his name. And sometimes... her eyes fill with tears. He tells himself he doesn't care. But something about those tears irritates him. Annoys him. Makes his jaw tighten and his patience disappear. Because for reasons he refuses to understand- he cannot stand seeing her cry. Not because he cares. But because she is **his**. And the ruthless mafia king doesn't like the feeling of something that belongs to him breaking. So he watches her. Too closely. Not out of love. Not out of kindness. But with a quiet, dangerous obsession even he refuses to name. Because in a world ruled by blood and power, the most dangerous thing about 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is not his cruelty. It's the innocent bride slowly becoming his only weakness. ✦ 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Amira Ahmed doesn't remember the last time she felt happy. The last time she felt love. She doesn't remember when was the last time she was ever free from her responsibilities. All she ever did was work, work, work. That's it. When she got married she didn't expect much from the marriage as well. She couldn't feel happiness in anything she did. She was a lost little girl searching for happiness. When her husband left her the very next day of marriage, she didn't complain and waited for him. Not because she loved him but because he had a life in his hands which she loved dearly. Waqar Ahmed was a man full of confidence, anger, violence and emotionless. He wasn't a man people mess with. He married not because he fallen in love, he married because he had a debt to clear. He liked his space and hated to be disturbed. He always sets his goals clear and make sure to achieve them. He was just a man who is lost. He hates people who are always sad and agitated to do something, including his wife. He hates her for her coldness. He knew what she was and what she had become. Waqar Ahmed and Amira Ahmed were not the perfect couple. There weren't married out of love but married out of compliance. She knows her role so does he. Everything was going good. But... What happens when the secrets are revealed? What happens when the secrets held deep inside the hearts are torn open? --------------------------------------------- All the characters are fictitious and are not related to any real life incidents or any person. This is a totally fictional story and is based wholely on writer's imagination. Do not copy the author's work without permission. All rights belong to the writer only. The picture used in the book belongs to the respective people. The sole purpose of using them for character visuals.

"𝑨 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆" In the kingdom of evils, he was a god feared as a monster. Xavier Stone, a gangster. A name that made even devils bow. He built his empire from blood, sin, and the screams of men who thought they could defy him. A man with no mercy, only hunger for power. And yet, one woman brought that evil god to his knees. Iris Ashford... kind, yet strong when it mattered. She was everything he wasn't. When fate moved, it struck hard. Her marriage proposal landed on his table like a loaded gun. And that moment was the beginning of his possession. When Xavier Stone desired something, the world burned in ash before he let it go. Iris could face anything, but marrying a criminal was never her choice. She despised men like him a gangster, the kind who caused pain to others without a flicker of guilt. She would've done anything to stop it, to escape the fate that chained her to his name. But destiny turned merciless, and in one twisted move, she found herself bound to the very man she swore she'd never belong to. Then began his dark devotion... • • • _________________________________________ ✓"After completion this book will be removed from here."

#1 Passion Story of a rape survivor...and how she raise like a pheonix. My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore. The betrayal is running deep inside me. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry. I become just a shell. I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after. I was in a fairytale. But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check. Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead. I am Charvi. And this is my story.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

Being orphaned in teenage, Noor is tied down in a sacred bond to her cousin Arman Mustafa Malik, a Mafia Leader. Arman finds his wife alluring but leaves his house just to keep his sanity intact, because at the end of the day she was still a little girl. Coming back after two years, he promises her hell, and returns back again to the states for his business. But this time when he comes back, he makes sure she knows her place, that is right under him, on his bed. --- Noor Haider Malik loathes Arman Mustafa Malik from the core of her heart for making her life a living hell, but on the other hand, Arman love's her in his own sadistic way. It was indeed only his love that was forever neverending. _________________________ | DARK ROMANCE | [MATURE CONTENT] Started: 2/09/2019 Completed: 3/06/2020 Word count: 100,000+ FULL STORY ON GOODNOVEL

18+ An indian tragic dark romance. It's a Military man's love story. A love where bliss and agony become impossible to tell apart. It's not a kind of story that brings happiness or pain... but one that makes you crave both.

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had been a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.