She never meant to come back. Hazel Khan had left this city behind years ago-along with every painful memory it held. Transferring colleges in the middle of the year was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet life. A place where no one knew her name. But Delhi remembers. And so does he. Dev Rajvansh-the boy who once made her childhood a living hell, now all grown up. Cold. Silent. Dangerous. With eyes that follow her like a shadow and a smile that means nothing... and everything. He's not the same boy anymore. And yet, somehow, he's worse. Then there's Zeyan-the boy who feels like warmth in winter. Golden, kind, and effortlessly charming. The kind of boy who makes her feel safe. But even the sun can burn when it fears being eclipsed. Hazel never expected to be the center of anyone's universe. Now she's the center of two- One ruled by silent storms, And the other, by a growing desperation that no longer hides behind a smile. They want her. They need her. And neither of them plans to let go. But obsession is never innocent. And love doesn't always arrive with flowers. Sometimes, it comes with fire. Because this isn't a love story. It's a war. And Hazel is the battlefield. "Their obsession was a war. And I was the battlefield." --- ⚠️ Copyright Disclaimer: This work is a piece of original fiction. All characters, plotlines, and content belong to the author Nargis Begam Do not copy, repost, translate, or distribute without explicit permission. Violations will be reported under copyright infringement. © 2025 by Nargis Begam. All rights

"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧-𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧." Karthik and Kunal Thakur are ruthless gangsters, feared by many-but when it comes to their baby sister named Sanyukta; they are nothing but protective, over possesive brothers. Sanyukta is their only weakness: sweet, gentle, and blissfully unaware of the bloody world her brothers rule. But when a priest warns them that their sister won't live past twenty-five unless she marries before twenty-four, desperation grips them. They vow to find her the perfect husband-a decent man far away from the shadows of crime. But time is running out. Enemies begin circling, their sister's innocence becomes a dangerous temptation, and no "good" man is willing to step into their dark, criminal world. In a reckless move, Thakur Brothers abduct a seemingly harmless, poor man and force him into marriage with their sister. After a brutal beating, the innocent weak man agrees. To the Thakur brothers, he is the innocent gentleman they prayed for. But the truth is far darker. The man they dragged into their sister's life is no ordinary groom-he is the ruthless DON of the 'Red Fang' Mafia Organisation. Now questions burn in the shadows: 'Will the innocent Sanyukta accept the truth of the man she married?' 'Will the Brothers accept the groom's real identity or shatter the marriage?' 'How will her protective brothers digest the reality they unknowingly invited into their lives?' And above all... will Don ever let go of the bride who became his obsession the moment he saw her? The Don's Obsession; a slow-burn mafia romance of secrets, deception, and forbidden love. [Mafia Romance/ Age gap/ Sibling/ family/ Forced Proximity/ Forced Marriage/ Slow Burn/ Second Chance/ Opposite Attracts] Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

"Mohabbat ya Junoon?" She tried to sit up, but her body betrayed her; weak, trembling. He was already there, hands gentle, touch reverent. "Where am I?" she croaked. "My sanctuary," he said. "Our sanctuary. The place where you'll learn that leaving me is not an option." Her eyes widened. "You kidnapped me." He smiled. "I rescued you. From your own mistake." She pushed his hands away, fury rising. "You're insane." He didn't flinch. "If loving you like this is madness, then I'll wear it like a crown." She stood, staggering toward the door, but it was locked. Of course it was. ******************************* Some characters have a Redemption arc, mine one has corruption arc. He goes from good boy to bad goon for her. ******** In a world where love speaks in poetic whispers and obsession hides behind tender caresses, their story unfolds, raw, rebellious, and achingly intimate. From playful banter beneath a tree to a chilling confession in the quiet of a room, he loves her with a madness that defies boundaries. She resists, he persists. Is it romance, or a haunting echo of possession? A tale where every touch is a promise, every word a trap, and every silence... a storm waiting to break. _______________________ The updates will be slow so save it in your library!!

"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.

-------------- Calcutta, 1940s. A forced marriage. A rising rebellion. A love story that was never meant to exist. Edward Benticks-cold, arrogant, the Governor-General's son-is ordered to marry an Indian aristocrat to "secure the Empire." He hates the idea. He hates her. And he hates that he can't say no. Priyanshika Jadhav-fierce, proud, and born with rebellion in her veins-is pushed into marrying the very man whose people stole her country. She refuses to break. She refuses to bow. And she refuses to be his obedient bride. Two enemies. Two egos. One dangerous marriage that sparks a war of its own. When power clashes with pride... When hatred tangles with desire... When duty traps them under the same roof... Who bends first- the British officer raised to command, or the Indian woman who burns for her freedom? A thrilling collision of ego, rebellion, and forbidden tension- where every glance is a challenge, every silence is a battle, and every moment pulls them deeper into a storm neither of them can escape.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Please don't judge the story by its first five-six chapters-they might feel a little cringe. Stick with it, and I promise the journey is worth it! Set in a remote village that follows its own deep-rooted traditions⚠️ Rudransh thakur a 29 years old sarpanch height 6 ft 3 inch A very dangerous man for his enemies But he can lay down his life for his loved ones loves his brother very much Chavi a naive 21 years old girl Chavi's mother died in an accident and she now lives with her abusive father This is an erotic smut story set in a village where an age-old tradition binds all the men of one household to marry a single woman. A strong and engaging storyline layered with intense smut Threesome M×F×M 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

Rashmika, she was stepping into a fairytale wedding, until everything she knew was shattered. On the day she was to marry the man she loved, he betrayed her and attacked her kingdom. Heartbroken and desperate, she ran, choosing death over a life of defeat. Raghuveer, the powerful prince, saves her, but neither knows her past, and the secrets around them are dangerous. With her memories gone, and a kingdom full of lies, they will face a love born from anger, hate, and fate. She doesn't remember who she is. He doesn't know who she was. But destiny, destiny never forgets. What will happen when her memory comes back? What will she do when she realizes the truth? How will she believe that all this time she was in love with her enemy? Can love survive betrayal, lies, and fate? "You knew, didn't you?" My voice trembled, torn between fury and heartbreak as I raised the blade. "Rashmika, calm yourself-" Before he could finish, I pressed the dagger's tip against his throat. "Answer me!" I hissed, eyes scorching into his. A tense silence swallowed the room, broken only when he admitted in a strained whisper, "Yes, I knew." His hand seized mine, firm, but I did not flinch. I pressed the dagger harder, the sharp blade biting into flesh, crimson drops sliding down his neck. "I hate you, Yuvraj Raghuveer Singh Rajput," I hissed, voice trembling, tears carving paths down my cheeks. When he reached up, as if to wipe them away, as if I would let him touch me, I shoved him back with the force of every betrayal, every shattered trust, letting my rage explode, fierce and unrelenting. "I will never forgive you!" I screamed, storming out of the chamber, the metallic jingle of my anklets ringing like a warning with every step.

#1 in Urdu. THANK You guys for all the love. Warning ahead: The story contains violence and abusive language. Slow burn.. snippet of Story: Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear every beat clearly. He was so close to her and she had nowhere to run. And then he started coming closer, his warm breaths were falling on her lips. She could smell a faint cinnamon like smell. Suddenly she felt his hand on her waist pinning her on the wall. 'Please, leave me be' she whispered. He kept staring her lips, His red eyes were frightening her. 'Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you trying to tease me? When I try to touch you, you don't let me. When I tell you to stay away, you don't seem to do that either. Now whatever will happen with you tonight will entirely be your fault.' He suddenly picked her up with ease and started walking towards bed. She was crying and trying to push his muscular body but of no use. He was too overpowering. A lamb in the lap of Lion.