This story is set between a dangerous Mafia King and an Innocent girl. ((• ON GOING •)) This story content:- Mature content/language 🔞 ....... A man committed a sin by snatching someone's daughter, someone's sister, and then die, but his actions sparks a "Cruel Revenge." .................★................... And now his daughter was face the consequences of his supposed sin and her life is getting ruined by her father's past actions. But that girl don't know what had her father's did? or why did?... ....................★..................... Meanwhile, a man seeks vengeance for his sister's death, by putting an innocent girl in his game of Cruel Revenge . ...........................★............................. ★ Tropes :- • Dark theme • Sensitive topics • Abusive scenes • Triggering scenes • Dominating x submissive • Cruel x innocent • Mafia Revenge • Hate x Romance • Hidden secret • Deadly Vengeance Warning:- Mature content 🔞 . . Author:- @darkxfanfiction . . Thank you 🕊

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (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 just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

"Good girls don't fail in exam? Do they?" - ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ •ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ × ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ •ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴜʟʟ , I'ʟʟ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ's ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ • Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ •ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ. Sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙʏ : @Tʜᴠxᴛᴀʟᴇᴢ_7 ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ @Lɪʟ_ʏ001 -- #1 - Tae (02/10/23) #1 - husband (21/10/23) #4 - army (27/10/23) #3 - professor (29/10/23) -- © Don't plagiarise

Kim Taehyung whose name was enough to recognize him. A mafia ruler in whom mercy does not work. What happens when a girl named yon yn becomes his maid make her his slut .. use her just for his pleasure. ♥︎Start - 30/10/2022 ♡︎ End - 06/01/2024 ©Innoyon

"He never intended to love her, but she became the poison he couldn't resist, the addiction he couldn't shake." -- "P-please d-don't l-leave me a-alone" she said with a terrified voice and he just stared at her coldly making her gulp down . "Am I your baby-sitter , TELL ME!" he shout for which she flinched badly . But soon, he regreted his action seeing her eyes glittering with tears. -- ▽Content warning ▽ • Mature language and theme. • mention of smoking • dark Romance • Do not read if underage - remember It's my original work, do not PLAGIARISE. ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ @Lɪʟ_ʏ001 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 written 𝙗𝙮 : @𝐓𝐡𝐯𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳_𝟕