Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until they beg for death. To him, love is a futile distraction-a weakness that can destroy a person from within. He believes that he can achieve his desires by any means necessary, viewing emotions as impediments to power. But when he lays eyes on Ishita Singhania, a sweet, innocent, and bubbly young woman who embodies everything he despises, his world begins to unravel. In an instant, she becomes his obsession, and he is determined to possess her at any cost. Ishita Singhania is a hopeful romantic, a dreamer who believes in the profound strength of love. To her, love is a beacon that empowers her to face life's challenges, a promise that one day she will find someone to protect her-a shield against the world's cruelties. Yet, her once-innocent perspective is shattered by harsh realities. "Ishita reflects, "The word 'love' sounds enchanting in fiction, but in reality, it is a mere illusion. Only devils inhabit this world, ready to haunt, chase, and shatter you into a million pieces." What tragic event led to her disillusionment? What forces conspired to transform her belief in love into a haunting memory? As fate intertwines their lives, Yuvraj and Ishita are drawn together by a shared past that neither fully understands. When the truth of their intertwined histories is unveiled, will they confront the demons that bind them? Will they embrace the fate that draws them together, or will the shadows of their past tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of love, obsession, and redemption, the boundaries between right and wrong blur. It reveals that even in the darkest hearts, the possibility of love can linger-waiting for the right moment to ignite and either save or consume them both.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

__𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏__ ✦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✦ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔. Sophia was naive, ordinary, a village girl with a simple dream-to see the king's palace. One day, curiosity woke her. Innocent, childish, she walked into the grand halls... unaware she had just caught the eye of the ruthless king. From that moment, she would no longer be just a girl-she would become HIS OBSESSION. King Adrian sat on his throne, dark and terrifying. The hall trembled; heads bowed, no one dared meet his eyes. Then the gates opened. Guards dragged a small, trembling girl to his feet. "Your Majesty... we found her roaming the palace," they said. Thrown to the floor, Sophia looked up at king, voice shaking. "I... I just wanted to see the palace..." Everyone flinched at his gaze-but she dared to meet the king's eyes. And in that moment... she became his obsession. Top Ranks ❤️ 30 March 2026 #1 captivity #1 naivegirl #1 ruthlessking #1 Dark All in first rank ❤️ 🥺 #2 manipulation #2 childish #4 dangerouslove #4. #forcedproximity

He was power. She was innocence. Atish Singh never believed in love-only control, authority, and power. As the Sarpanch of Aligarh, people feared him... and obeyed him. Amrit Mehta had never seen darkness. Raised in comfort and love, her world was soft-until her father's last decision bound her to a man she had never met. A marriage made out of desperation. A husband who never wanted her. A world she was never meant to survive in. But in a life ruled by power and enemies- will she remain just a responsibility... or become something far more dangerous?

"D-Don't please. Don't... come near me". She said with fear. Her body was shaking like a leaf. "Why should I not when I have every right to". He said darkly while looking at her. The lingering smell of blood and fear was enough to wake the devil inside him. ... Havoc can come into a peaceful life if you catch the eye of the devil. The same happened with Inez Torsney when she caught the eye of Irish Mafia lord Lorcan Gatchel. No one wants to mess with the devil and Inez had no dreams to come across a devil either. What bad can happen in the life of a nineteen-year-old Inez? Inez was living a peaceful life. A peaceful life did not remain peaceful anymore after the death of her parents and then the entry of a handsome devil into her life. Let's dive into the journey of Inez Torsney and Lorcan Gatchel to know how Inez's happiness changed into complete desolation. Inez's life is not hers anymore. It is completely controlled by Lorcan, a devil who is madly in love with her. She has to submit to the needs of her soon-to-be husband. One act of disobedience and she will fall from the thin line she is walking. She has to remain captive and endure. This is the only way that ensure the safety of her sister. ... "We all are trapped in this world. We all are in an invisible cage but only the weak get to experience it in the worst way". - Lorcan

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

She grew up hearing one thing only- "He is your husband. Serve him. Respect him." At just seventeen, Ayat Raees is the fragile flower of the haveli, too innocent to understand love, yet bound by a nikah that was written in her childhood. And then there's him- Wali Raees. Thirty years old. Cold. Untouchable. The man who carries the entire Raees legacy on his shoulders. To the world, he is ruthless and dominant. To her, he is a stranger who makes her heart race with both fear and longing. He never asked for her. Yet he will never let her go. Because in his world, Ayat has always been his-by name, by blood, by fate. But when innocence collides with dominance, when fear begins to twist into forbidden desire... will the fragile bride survive the storm of the man called Wali Raees?