A corrupt politician's dangerous obsession with a college girl. He is a villain who will burn the world just to save her. She is a hero who will burn him to save the world. 🌑❤️‍🔥🔱 He walked towards the window and lit a cigarette. "I have compassion for no one, except you. I have no feelings for anyone else. I care for nothing, and no one, but you." ••• A hundred years ago, there lived an ardent devotee of Maa Kali. In his final act of devotion, he offered the ultimate sacrifice-his own beloved wife. Years after his death, he was reborn as Chandrasekhar Mukherjee, a powerful yet corrupt politician. Haunted by memories of his past life, Chandrasekhar now has only one purpose: to find the reincarnation of his wife and reunite with her. One day, he hears a simple, middle-class girl singing a hymn dedicated to Maa Kali. The moment her voice reaches him, he knows-she is the one. But there's one problem: she doesn't remember him... or the love they once shared. Now, he shall do anything in his power to make her his again, and mind you, he is the defination of power itself. Follow the story of two opposites, two sides of the universe: Evil and Good. Main Theme: Desi Gothic + Dark Romance + Psychological + Horror + Tantrism

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.

A Indian short stories collection Here, every male leads has just one thing in common.... "he's a ROWDY" Not every rowdy comes from the streets and use guns... Some wear badges, Some carry scalpels, Some sign million dollar deals. You call it mafia... I call it Rowdyism....

Obsession was just the beginning. Now, love demands blood. 🔥 If obsession was a sin, he would burn the world for her. 🔥 "Obsession was only the beginning. Now, love tastes like blood." It has been one month since Veda became Mahesh's wife. The world sees them as a devoted couple, the powerful Sarpanch and his ethereal, devoted wife. But behind closed doors, Mahesh's obsession has grown. His love is darker now, his touches more demanding, his gaze more watchful. He rules with an iron fist, but his greatest fear is losing Veda. When an old enemy resurfaces-one that Mahesh thought he had buried six feet under-his paranoia reaches dangerous levels. No man is allowed near Veda. Not even his own brothers. His kisses turn bruising, his hands never leaving her skin. He loves her, worships her, but his love has turned into something possessive beyond reason. Veda, though still innocent, begins to feel trapped. The world beyond their grand mansion feels distant, unreachable. She adores Mahesh, but can love exist in a cage? The cracks begin to form. An enemy from Mahesh's past has returned, seeking revenge, and his target is the one thing Mahesh would kill to protect-Veda. The village whispers-about their love, about their passion, about the fact that Veda has not yet conceived an heir. But only Mahesh knows the cruel truth, a secret that he has buried deep: Veda can never give him a child. And yet, he refuses to let the world see her as weak, refuses to let her bear the pain of their cruel fate. As threats close in, as Mahesh's madness grows, as Veda finds herself falling deeper into his dangerous love, one thing becomes clear-this love is no longer just an obsession. It is war. And Mahesh Ragavan never loses a war.

"P-Please go away, don't touch me. Let me go Please," he pleaded. "Over my dead body," he growled "Come here, Malik. Don't make me ask again, it's our wedding night." "N-No, Please," he begged, "I am already married." warning🔞⚠ -18+ -r@pe -Smut -kidnapping -violence -age-gaps -gun -Mafia -Blood -Murder IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE EXIT THIS STORY!!!!

"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

When She became his Rain And He became her Soul A love created that blessed by mahadev himself 🧿 #Destinedlovers 1 HIS RAIN 𝚇 HER JAANA ♡ TROPES Love at first Sight Stalker His First Mafia Business man x Trader He fell first and harder GRUMPY x SUNSHINE Past Trauma .・✫・゜・。.

Aarvik's mother entered his lab and found him talking to an empty chair. He was smiling, his eyes filled with a rare happiness. "You don't have to go yet," he was saying. "Just stay a little longer." "Aarvik," his mother called softly, her heart breaking at the sight. He turned to her, annoyed. "What do you want? Can't you see we're in the middle of a conversation?" His mother's tears fell freely. "Aarvik, she's not here. Please, come back to us." He shook his head violently. "No! She's here! She's always here!" He ran to the chair, gripping it tightly as if holding onto a lifeline. "Don't listen to her, Aadhya. You're with me. You'll always be with me."