They were the golden couple-Shubman Gill, cricket's rising star, and Sara Tendulkar, the glamorous daughter of cricket royalty. But five years into marriage and two years after the birth of their daughter Yukti, the perfect picture began to crack. Sara's world revolved around studios, modelling, and endless "business trips," while Shubman's revolved around family and the little girl who adored him. When Niya, a young tutor and dance teacher, enters their lives to guide Yukti, she doesn't expect to become the warmth the child never received from her mother-or the heartbeat Shubman didn't know he was missing. In a house divided by silence and cold wars, forbidden love begins to bloom.

Book 1 Of Obsession series . "When power meets chaos, the world bows-or burns." He is the king of the underworld, a Russian mafia ruler feared across continents. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously possessive, he controls his empire with an iron fist and a heart of stone. To him, love is a weakness-one he swore never to indulge in. Until he meets her. She is the ghost of the shadows, a name whispered in fear but never seen. The Indian mafia queen, known for her unmatched brilliance and unshakable power, hides in plain sight, living a double life as an ordinary woman. Her empire is a secret, her enemies many, and her heart locked away. When their worlds collide, it's like fire meeting ice. Sparks fly, tempers flare, and a deadly game begins. But as secrets unravel and identities are exposed, their attraction turns into obsession. He wants her. He needs her. He will destroy anyone who dares to come between them-even if that means burning the world down to claim her. This isn't just a story of love. It's a battle of dominance, a war of minds, and a dance on the edge of madness. In their dangerous game, trust is a luxury, and betrayal is a given. Welcome to a world where passion is as deadly as bullets, and love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

He was iron and ice - A storm in uniform, Duty etched into every breath, A man sculpted by warzones and wounds no one dared to ask about. She was springtime and stardust - Soft laughter in sunlit halls, Dreams tucked between notebooks and a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges. He saw her - once. And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire, began to hum again. He fell first. Not gently, But like a building set to detonate - Loud. Final. Without warning. She fell, too - Slower, But deeper. Into the silence between his words, Into the heat behind his fury, Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge. Their love? It wasn't flowers and confession's. It was clenched jaws and trembling hands, Arguments that ended in whispered apologies, And touches that spoke of longing and ruin. He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect. She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered. And when they fell - They fell like stars crashing to earth: Brilliant. Beautiful. And irreversible.

He was an addict and she was his worst Addiction. Ekansh Singh Ranawat,28, was the CEO of E.R. Enterprise-a man carved from stone. His cold, strict demeanor was a shield he used to dominate the boardroom and the world around him. To most, he was a ruthless businessman, but those closest to him knew a different side. He was fiercely loyal to his family and especially protective of his younger sister, a bond that was his one true vulnerability. Mihika Raghav Sharma, 21, was the opposite of Ekansh in every way. Her beauty was soft and unassuming, a gentle light that radiated from within. Known as the sweetheart of the Sharma household, she was a shy and timid girl who carried a quiet strength. Her world revolved around her family's happiness, and she would do anything to protect the peaceful life they had built together. Most Impressive Ranking : #1st on marriage out of 1.32k stories[08/10/23]😇✨ #5th on author out of 16.7k stories [19/10/23]😇✨ #51 on Wattpad out of 102k stories[27/10/23]😇✨ #7th on dark out of 153k stories [02/11/23]😇✨ #1st on author out of 16.9k stories [03/12/23]😇✨ #3 on Wattpad out of 104k stories [30/01/24]😇✨

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

A simple, plain fictional love story! • Obsessed male lead • Possesive • age gap • marriage

A story of Forced marriage..... #Book1 in obsession series.... Meet ekansh agnihotri the ceo of agnihotri enterprises and king of rajashthan A cruel person who is connected to the underworld about which the world does not know And Rooh aacharya a Doctor who is obsessed with her shiv jii a successful cardiologist with lots of innocence She tries to hate him, he tries to ignore her... © All rights reserved

To all the fan girls who craved love. Unconditional. From boy friend, family, brother who cared for her little extra. Thanks

A Shubman Gill fanfiction Cricket was more than a sport in India. It was religion, rhythm, routine. It echoed through living rooms, spilled out of tea stalls, and stopped traffic when a six soared over the boundary. Shubman Gill was its golden boy - calm under pressure, camera-loved, his bat writing headlines before he even spoke. To millions, he was a phenomenon. But fame, as he'd learned, could be loud and lonely. Every cheer came with expectation. Every silence, a judgment. In the game, he found glory. Off the field, he often lost himself. Saisha Arora lived on the opposite end of that spectrum. No cameras. No chaos. Just ancient forts, faded frescoes, and sandstone walls that held secrets older than the game itself. A heritage conservation architect, Saisha believed in preservation - of history, of silence, of self. Where others saw rubble, she saw resilience. She had no time for celebrity culture, viral headlines, or boys with stadiums screaming their name. So when she found herself dragged to a stadium - surrounded by painted faces and cricket hysteria - she didn't expect anything. Certainly not to meet him. But fate has its own timing. And sometimes, love arrives not with grand declarations, but with stolen glances and unexpected collisions. This is the story of two people from opposite worlds - Of match days and monument walks, Of headlines and heritage, Of a chase that had nothing to do with runs - and everything to do with finding someone who made you stop. Because not all love stories begin in the spotlight. Some begin in the silence between the cheers.

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.