𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 | "𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨" she screamed right into his face, her voice laced with pure venom. Tears kept spilling from her eyes, but her grip on the gun never weakened. She had expected him to shout back. But all she found was his unwavering stare. "𝗦𝗼... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹?" The words came out of him with a faint harshness, as though they were dragged from somewhere painfully deep. His jaw tightened slightly. But all he received in return was silence. And somehow, that silence was louder than any answer she could have given. His eyes searched her face-the trembling lips, the red, swollen eyes, the helpless fury trying desperately to hide heartbreak. Then his voice cut through the stillness again. "𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴... 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁?" The words struck her like a blow to the chest. Her breath stuttered, her composure collapsed. And that was all he needed. He moved. Slow. Deliberate. "𝗦𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁?"he said quietly, his voice low and cutting. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀... 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲..."He paused for half a second, watching her break. "...𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗮𝗻𝘀-" BANGGGG. The sound ripped through the room. He never got to finish his sentence. The bullet tore through his arm. His body jerked back. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still. Then...his smirk widened. "𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻... 𝗠𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲."

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

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A story between a politician and a student.A politician so powerful the country obeys him and no body goes against him,he's feared,he's respected most of all he's worshiped, there's nobody who's as powerful as handsome and as wealthy as him but everybody's got enemies and he does to. A girl so polite so obedient and oh so savage lives with her two sisters and is currently in her first year of MBBS, father an ordinary lawyer,but she with the eyes of a doe captures the heart of a lion. Dive in.....

Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion.

･ﾟ: ✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ✦ :･ﾟ Some stories don't end... they linger. In the quiet corners of your mind, in the shadows you pretend not to see, this one was never truly gone-it was just waiting... breathing slowly beneath the surface, growing darker, deeper, more dangerous. And now that you're here again, there's no turning back. Because once you step into this world, it doesn't just tell a story... it consumes you ✦ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦ ✦ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 • 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 • 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ✦ ✦ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This story contains dark romance themes, age gap, and some violence. Reader discretion advised. ✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ❀ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦ ✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ He doesn't believe in warmth. Not in people, not in promises. Abhimaan Rathore is the kind of man who keeps his distance-not because he has to, but because he chooses to. His silence isn't empty... it's deliberate. Every word he withholds, every glance he gives, carries weight. There's no chaos in him, no visible anger-just a quiet, controlled coldness that makes people step back without knowing why. He doesn't lose control. He doesn't lose himself. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. Because in his world, attachment is weakness... and he doesn't allow himself to be weak. ✦ 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 ✦ Ishika Mehra isn't the kind of person who waits to be understood. She speaks when she wants to, walks away when she needs to, and doesn't waste time explaining herself to anyone. There's a sharp clarity in the way she carries herself-steady, unapologetic, and fully aware of her place. She doesn't believe in unnecessary attachments or empty words. If something matters, she holds onto it. If it doesn't, sh

What happens when someone gets so much obsessed with his love? To what extent would he go with his obsession??? How would he deal with his obsession? ____________ Hey there everyone! This is the Story of Ajay and His obsessed Love. Ajay Rathore , A Twenty four year old guy who was normal until he saw her. Anaya Jhawar, A Twenty two year old girl who's cheerful and does not care about anything but her family. What happens when Ajay madly falls in love with Anaya?? He could go to any extent to have her by his side whether she likes it or not! How would Anaya deal with a guy like him?? Will she be able to get rid of him or would her life be ruined because of some obsessive guy!

"Let me go! You lied to me about everything, How could you use me like this!" "Shh kitten, I only did what was best for us, for our family" "You're insane.. p-please let me go" "I wish I could but you are mine, anyone who wants you would have to kill me first" ---- You're mine, whether you like it or not

Elles in deep debt the only way she could ever get enough money is if she works at the club, and maybe provide some extra exclusive things on the side. She never new this job would grab the attention of a insane psycho of a man who becomes indeed obsessed with her, following her every move, all unknown. His obsession only grows as he learns more about her, he needs her, her taste, her smell, her touch. Its all he craves now. *First book in the series.*

"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..."