A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).

🔞"Run all you want, angel. You were always meant to be mine." 🔥Sahir Azeem Chaudhary - Ruthless, merciless, and obscenely powerful. A man who doesn't take no for an answer. He's the king of the underworld, feared by men, worshiped by women. But for all his dominance, there's one thing he can't control-his obsession with Maya. 🔥 Maya Mehrotra - Once sweet, now bitter. Once hopeful, now hardened. She was young when she met Sahir, blind to the monster beneath his charm. Now she knows better. And she swears she'll never let him own her again. Genre & Subgenre: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance Heat Level: Erotic, Intense, Raw, Possesive Tropes: Hate to Love, Obsession & Passion, Runaway Bride, Forced Marriage, Cat and Mouse Chase, Second Chance (I found the cover picture on Pinterest... )

Mafia Dark Romance : ••••••••• she looked back and saw him coming towards her with red blood shoot eyes. She didn't even blink her eyes when he was standing in front of her with her small body pressed to his hard muscular one. A gasp escaped her mouth when he hold the back of her neck and pulled her impossibly closer to him. "Say no to this wedding." He whispered near her lips in a dangerous calm voice. Being scared out of her wits, she shooked her head negatively making his hold more tighter on her waist and nape and pulling her so close that she have to stand on her toe. "I will make your life living hell kitten." He whispered as his lips kept touching hers lightly. "I-I wo-won't." She whispered as tears perked in her eyes. He didnt said anything and kept looking intensily in her eyes. He knew that she isn't even breathing becoz of their proximity and he liked his effects on her. "Be ready then. Just remember you are the one who kept herself in this position. Now there is no going back." Saying this he kissed the corner of her mouth and left her nape. ••••••••••••••• She is cold. He is a burning fire. She is Innocent as dove. He is clever as a fox. She is an adopted. He is the heir. She is the beauty. He is the beast. She is scared of him. He is pissed of her. She loves everyone. He doesn't do love. She submits to everyone. He dominates everyone. Sparks will definitely arise when these two opposite soul will get tangle with each other. What will happen when the ruthless mafia meet an Innocent girl.

He knew my coffee order before we met. He knew my childhood address. He knew what I was afraid of. I thought I came to Chennai for my father's debt. Vikram Arjun Naidu had been waiting for me for eighteen months. The terrifying part isn't that he's a billionaire. Or a crime lord. Or the kind of man entire cities fear. The debt was never the point. I was.

Tara Chakraborty... a simple, Plus size, soft-hearted girl whose heart breaks even at the slightest thing. And Ranveer... a man whose anger, possessiveness, and cold behavior are beyond comprehension. Between them begins a story filled with more pain than love, more misunderstanding than trust, and more control than care. One mistaken suspicion... One false smile... And Kriti's innocent act of ma. king things dirty... All of this turns Tara's life into a living hell in a matter of seconds. Ranveer, the man Tara loved with all her heart... One day, he burns her hands-all because of a misunderstanding. And Tara's heart cries out for just one thing: "I wish I had never seen Ranveer..." But fate has something else in store for them both. After Ranveer learns the truth... will he let Tara distance herself from him o r... will he assert even more authority over her? A story filled with 🔥 jealousy 🔥 betrayal 🔥 intense emotions 🔥 dangerous passion Because sometimes... the person you love the most, hurts you the deepest. . . . . Published 13/30/2025. Reach 20k 12/1/2026. Reach 30k 1/2/2026. Reach 40k 22/2/2026. Reach 50k 16/3/2026.

He bought her hate with a thousand crores. He kept her heart with a gun to her throat and a ring on her finger. Avni Luthra swore she would destroy Riyansh Singhania, the ruthless king of Delhi's underworld-tinted empire, the man who stole the Yamuna riverfront project and crushed her family's legacy beneath his Italian leather shoes. Riyansh Singhania only wanted one thing more than that land: Her. On her knees. Calling him Daddy while she cried his name. When blackmail forces Avni into a marriage forged in vengeance and signed in blood, she thinks she's walking into a cage. She doesn't realize the devil already carved her name into his soul. He is obsession in a three-piece suit. She is wildfire in red lipstick and six-inch heels. Every fight ends with her back against marble and his hand around her throat. Every "I hate you" tastes like "harder, Daddy" on her lips. He will burn cities to keep her. She will burn him right back... until the flames feel like home. A dark, delicious, unapologetically filthy enemies-to-lovers romance set in the glittering, ruthless world of Delhi's billionaire underworld. Possessive anti-hero. Age gap. Forced marriage. Daddy kink. Punishment sex. Touch-her-and-die energy. This is not love. This is ruin. And they're both addicted to the fall. HIS TO RUIN - A Singhania man doesn't fall in love. He takes. And Riyansh Singhania just took everything.

❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞ ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ "Y-you have... n-no right!" I choke out, my voice shaking. "Once my husband finds me-he will kill you! He'll find a way-" "Your husband?" His voice is so low, so calm, like he's enjoying this. "He won't come for you. You know why?" I freeze. My lips part, but no words come. He leans down, bending himself over me. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Because he gave you to me," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. The world tilts. My lungs seize. My heart stops. I can't breathe. "W-What...?" I back away instinctively, but there's nowhere to go. "N-no," I whisper, the words broken. "N-no, that's not true... R-Ranveer wouldn't..." His eyes darken, glinting with dark satisfaction. "He gave you to me, Aadhya," he repeats slowly, savoring each word. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK