AAYAT KHAN "I write the kind of love I pray for - slow like dawn, deep like dua, and never needing to be chased." MOHAMMED AYAAN MALIK "I hated how much I wanted her, I hated that she wasn't smart enough to walk away from me when she still had a chance. Then let's be honest, it was already too late, she is mine, she just doesn't know yet." He doesn't believe in distractions. She wasn't looking for love. But fate doesn't ask for permission- it collides. In a world full of expectations, power, and silent battles, Can two broken souls find healing in each other? Or will the walls they've built be the very things that keep them apart? A slow-burn romance filled with soft tension, emotional vulnerability, family expectations, and the kind of love that doesn't just touch the heart-it transforms it. This is not just a Love story. This is Ayaan and Aayat's Love story.

DARK ROMANCE BOOK: Smut warning ⚠️ . . I shivered when I felt his hot breath approaching my shoulder; I wasn't ready for this. Goosebumps all over my body , my heart raced and I nearly jumped when a drop of cold water from his wet hair dropped on bare skin of my shoulder, and crawled down to my cleavage. As a reflex I put my hand on his chest, but regretted soon as I realised what I just did; I'm not allowed to touch him. . . Highest ranking reached 🏅 #1Wattpad ff #1 Josh #1 teacher #1 violence #1Grinny #1 Dark #2 teacher ×student #3 dark romance #4 passionate #5 arrange marriage Viewer's discretion - this story contain strong word , abuse, heavy sexual content.

𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 " I will ask you last time , what you were doing with him " He asked as he got more near. I stayed still on the table of the classroom . " And who do you think you are to ask me anything " I said keeping my eyes on him. " Your Keeper, love " He whisper softly but he was still breathing harshly . " Don't dream high, you are no one . Sir " I said with scarasm. " Yes , I want you to take me inside of you with this. Attitude of yours " He was now more closer. " Then I will break you and your attitude " " Stop saying things, you are not capable of " " You are challenging me? Love " He asked with raised eyebrows. I smirked and run my painted nails on his well fit shirt. " Of course I am " I said looking up with challenge in my eyes. " Then challenge it is love, I am going to be the only one, who will take your Virginity and that too baby , with your parents inside the same house " I gulped and stare the fire in his eyes. I made a mistake. I challenged my own professor who is 6 years older than me to take my Virginity . In my parents house. And I know he will do it. Because apparently I started this game. And now he is controlling everything . I didn't know that Adam Caine is going to be my desire and then the biggest nightmare. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Ayzal Malik leaves Pakistan for London to study fashion design. On her first day at the University of London, she accidentally slaps her professor, Adam Caine-the hottest man on campus. Adam never expected to meet someone as wild as Ayzal. She develops a crush on him with some obsession and wonders if he feels the same. and it not then why he is giving her hopes.Is this forbidden relationship worth the risk, and can they avoid the consequences?

Zayn face was contorted into a twisted grin as he gripped my hair in a tight grip. With a cruel tug, he forced me to meet his cold, unyielding gaze. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "Vanessa darling," zayn sneered, his voice dripping with malice," you have a simple choice to make. Marry me willingly, or watch as those you love suffer in unspeakable fates. I have the power to ensure the safety of those you hold dear, but only if you comply. "Za-yn, please, I beg you. Please let me go. I pleas, and my sobs fell on deaf ears as Zayn's laughter, filled the room. "Looks like.... il mio bambino ( my babe ) needs to see what I can do. " Guards remove the curtains from the front of your queen. Now look in front of you ness. If you dare to look away, I will make the scene worse than it is. " He said with a smirk on his face. When curtains were removed in front of me. My eye balls came out of their sockets. My jaw dropped. Fear runs down my spine. My heart shattered into a million pieces as i saw my whole freaking family hanging on the wall with chains around their neck, ankles . My cousins, aunts, uncles, and my parents. They all were in front of me in unconscious and bad shape. Guards were around them, pointing their guns towards them. Za-yn ! I stuttered..... __________________________ Meet Vanessa Stevens,a young beautiful woman who lives in a small town in America. She's a florist and living her best life with her family members and her best friend. What will happen when she goes on a blind date on behalf of her best friend? What will happen when devil on earth sets his eyes on Vanessa? Meet Zayn DiCaprio Malik, a devil itself on earth. In the world, Zayn Malik is the feared mafia leader, striking terror along with his name .He can get whatever he wants in a blink of eye.His ruthless personality leaves no room for mercy. So what will happen when devil itself set his eyes on Vanessa? How he's going to make her his? If you want a detail description, read prologue.

"You looked at me like I was no one. That was your first mistake." Eva Mirova lives in pages-quiet, romantic, untouched by the world she writes about. But fate doesn't ask for permission. It delivers her straight into the line of sight of Ivan Volkov, a man who doesn't believe in chance... only ownership. He wasn't supposed to notice her. He was there for a deal. But one glance-one moment-and she became his next decision. Not for a night. Not for a taste. Forever. She doesn't know his name. He knows everything about her. She runs. He doesn't chase-he commands the world to close in around her. This isn't a love story. It's a dark vow wrapped in silk and sealed in blood. Because when Ivan wants something, he doesn't court it. He claims it. Marries it. Breaks it, if it resists. And Eva? She just became his bride... whether she says "I do" or not.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

Aah-s-stop, let go!" I cried, tears stinging my eyes. His eyes flicked down to my bare skin, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "n-no stop" I cried "you shouldn't have disobeyed sweetheart" He pulled down my underwear as I screamed. Humiliation washed over me as i cried my eyes out. My vision blurred by my tears "N-no p-please s-stop this" He bend down next to my ear "Look at you, trembling like a good girl" "s-stop this p-please". I begged only to hear his chuckle. He stood behind me, the belt gripped tight in his hand, his breath steady-controlled. "Count," he ordered coldly. "Every. Single. One." I waited for the pain to come as i lay there helpless.Humiliated. Stripped of dignity. And they watched me break. All four of them. __________________ Issabelle was only seven when the world she knew was ripped away from her. Her parents, the only ones who ever loved her were taken from her in a single, devastating moment. After the sudden death of her parents - she was hidden away in the Castillian mansion where she met them. The men that changed her life forever. Their dark, tangled emotions blur the line between protection and control, while Isabelle remains in the dark about the bloody truth that chains her to them. As hidden enemies close in and old loyalties fracture, Isabelle must face a world that wants to claim her... or destroy her. Will she break free or will she become something darker, something twisted, craving the very twisted desires she hate ?

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝙽, 𝙸𝙽 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝑛𝑜, 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 --𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠-- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫..." "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬.. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏɴᴇ.....

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.