"He was a storm in designer clothes-rich, reckless, and used to taking what he wanted. She was the scholarship student who refused to be owned. When Ansh Malhotra locks eyes with Anu Sharma at Mumbai University, his dangerous obsession . *"You're mine, Anu. Even if I have to burn the world to keep you."* Ansh Malhotra-Mumbai's most ruthless billionaire heir-has never been denied anything. Until her. Anu Sharma-the scholarship student who slaps him on their first meeting. What begins as a dangerous game of obsession turns into a love so destructive, it forces both their families to confront dark secrets from the past. *"Hate me. Curse me. But you'll never stop being mine."* - Ansh's dark promise *"You call this love? Love doesn't leave bruises!"* - Anu fighting back *"I don't want to own you anymore, jaan. I want to deserve you."* - Ansh's turning point *"Keep the key to your prison, Malhotra. But my heart? That you'll have to earn."* - Anu's final challenge

It's a simple story of two people---- Devansh And Aryanshi are the main characters. When he was invited to her University on the day of her freshers as a chief guest, his gaze fell on her and the never ending tale of obsession started to develop. She had a crush on him, so when she got a chance, she proposed him and they enter into a relationship. How will their story begin? How will it end? Is there any other things in the path? To know about it kindly read the story.

"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 ✨️ ----

" What are we?" She asked him red tearful eyes fixed onto his, He held cigarette between his fingers keeping his arm on his thigh, " W𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲?" He asked her back, in a low voice. More tears fell down her eyes, " Do i hold any right on you?" She questioned, whose answer might crumple her heart. " 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 " he replied with soft eyes, in his deep voice. ---------- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? __________ "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. "hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!" ____________ 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚~

♡ BOOK I OF HIS SERIES. Sitara Sharma, an 18-year-old with a heart full of hope and innocence, begins her journey at a prestigious college as a scholarship student. Coming from a modest background, she dreams of a better future but quickly encounters the harsh realities of elitist judgment and social divide. Kabir Singh Raizada, a 22-year-old ruthless and wealthy senior, becomes a menacing force in her life. His disdain for Sitara's humble origins is palpable, and his manipulative behavior escalates, making her college life a torment. Kabir's obsession with her, driven by his sense of entitlement and superiority, threatens to undermine her confidence and personal integrity. Crimson Desire delves into the intense emotional and psychological conflict faced by Sitara, exploring themes of power, exploitation, and resilience. The story reveals the harsh impact of privilege on personal dignity and the inner strength required to stand firm against overwhelming adversity. Through Sitara's journey, it portrays the struggle of a young woman fighting to protect her values and sense of self in a world determined to break her spirit.

This emotional drama follows Anika, a sweet-natured woman who marries Aadheer Rajput, a cold Mumbai billionaire dangerously obsessed with her. His love is a possessive madness; he controls her every move, isolates her from the world, and even threatens their future when she becomes pregnant. The story is a intense journey through his destructive jealousy, her trapped despair, and the difficult, painful path they must walk-through therapy, family intervention, and the transformative power of becoming parents-to somehow forge his terrifying obsession into a love that can truly be called happy. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

THRONE OF WIVES DUOLOGY | DUET #1 ❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝐐𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚...... 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

They say power corrupts. He is power. Cold, ruthless, untouchable-the kind of man everyone fears, everyone obeys. And I... I am trapped in his world. Bound to him by a vow I never chose, a life I never wanted. He doesn't love me gently. He doesn't love me safely. He owns me. He controls me. And somehow, I can't look away. Because in the darkness of his empire, the only thing that burns brighter than danger... is him. And now, I'm bound to him by a vow that I never chose. Enemies in name. Bound by law.