"She was broken long before he found her." He is Pralay Rana - powerful, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed. He doesn't ask. He claims. She is Srishti - a married woman, a broken soul, carrying scars no one sees. When his eyes fell on her, love was never an option - obsession was. The world calls it wrong. He calls it destiny. Because once Pralay Rana decides - she becomes his universe. 🖤 Obsessive ML × Broken FL 🖤 Dark romance | Possessive love | Pain & Power

Tropes Forced Arranged marriage Enemies to lovers Banter Billionaire North Indian X South Indian Best friend's brother Sassy heroine Smut "Where are you lost, Mirchi..." Karthik asked. "Mirchi?" He stepped closer, "Yes Mirchi, you are hot" he teased. Hridhaya turned away, cheeks flushing. She was pro in handling insults but...now.... That grumpy overgrown gorilla was flirting with her like it's his full time job. "Blushing?" "I am irritated not infatuated ." she said trying to hide her wild heart. Karthik smirked. "Again into insult mode? Makes me think you only insult me to hide your heart." So tried to act calm. "I insult mosquitoes too. Even the cockroach in my kitchen gets more attention." "if your mom hadn't forced you into this marriage, you'd have married that cockroach," he said. "And between you and it? I'd still pick the one that runs when I enter the room." Karthik muttered , "Damn. Savage." He grinned , "so you really prefer cockroach over me?" "Always." He threw a devilish grin and opened his fist and released the cockroach. It zipped through the air and landed on Hridhu's neck. She screamed, spinning in circles while flapping her arms like a malfunctioning windmill. She yanked off her towel, flung it like a cricket bat,smacked the cockroach off her chest. "Leave me!!!" she shouted at the cockroach as if it understood her language. She shrieked and tried to run-eyes still shut-and in her blind panic, grabbed the first thing she could. His towel. It slipped. He stumbled. She pulled. Rip. Tug. Chaos. Gravity. BOOM. They both crashed onto the mattress behind them-him flat on his back, her full-on straddling him. Their bare bodies pressed together-her br*asts flush against his chest, soft against firm. She gasped. He groaned.Neither moved, breathing hard, lost in the sudden heat that crackled between them. She bit her lip. He let out a breath like a man on fire. silence. The world vanished. Just two people... caught in a storm.

"Ishq junoon jab had se badh jaaye Haste haste aashiq suli chad jaaye...." A contract brings them together, a formal arrangement neither fully understands, yet life entwines their paths in ways neither expected. He is obsessed, relentless, and determined to make her fall for him, weaving himself into her world with a quiet intensity she cannot yet see. Every look, every word, every moment with him stirs something she doesn't understand, and nothing will stay the same. The past creeps into the present, old secrets resurfacing to test their every move, and hearts are pushed to the edge. Secrets unravel, boundaries shatter, and the line between love, obsession, and revenge blurs. Adwait × Chiya "My obssesion fo her has no limits. I started loving her even before I knew it's meaning" "He trapped me first... but now it's my turn. The obsession he once held is mine, and he will never escape it"

⚠️ This is a dark romance with a walking red flag (aka a toxic playboy) and a forced marriage. If this is your first playboy story, please have realistic expectations = this ain't a Disney prince. Players don't change overnight. They don't fall at first sight. But when they fall... they fall hard. Want soft boys and sunshine love? Cute. But this isn't the book for you. "I will never be yours," he told her on their wedding night. "Good," she replied. "Because I stopped wanting you yesterday." Advika was the sacrifice to save her family's pride. Married to Ranjeet, a man who flaunts his mistresses and laughs at love, she realizes her only weapon is silence. She stops crying. She stops waiting for him. She stops caring. And that is when the Lion of Harshvardhana finally loses his mind. Because the one thing a man like Ranjeet can't handle... is being ignored by the only woman who actually matters.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

He's cold, powerful, and broken. XX She's fiery, kind, and fighting for her future. Reyansh Raizada doesn't let anyone near his son-not after losing the only woman he ever loved. Arjun barely speaks, and Reyansh's world is built around protecting him. Then Ishita comes along-a teacher with a secret past and a heart bigger than her pain. When Arjun bonds with her, Reyansh's icy walls start to crack... but he won't make it easy. "Stay away from my son." His voice is sharp, his eyes colder than steel. "One more tear from him, and you'll regret it." She's no stranger to battles. "I'm not afraid of you, Reyansh." Forced into a marriage neither wanted, trapped under the same roof, can these two broken souls find light in each other-or will their pasts destroy them both? Hate. Pain. Fire. Love. Welcome to their story. ________________________________________ Mature Themes | Obsession | Hate-to-Love | Grumpy vs Sunshine "You are not my lover," he growls. "Then why do I belong to you?" she questions. ________________________________________ Contains Hindi dialogues with translations

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance