Enemies to lovers "Apna muh band rakho karo mere samne because it's fucking infuriating." He slammed her back against desk. She hissed in pain immediately gripping wooden desk between her fist and pressing herself into it because he was leaning closer her face more. Extremely close more than her liking "Toh mat kiya karen mere sath baat I don't ask to speak to me." She spoke bluntly avoid any eye-contact with him "And you wonder why your father left." His harsh words made her snap head at him. He didn't move his face and he could see hurt his words has caused in her eyes but he was arrogant enough to not care about it "You deserve it-" He was cut off by slap landing on his right cheek His head tilted and he stayed in that position for seconds processing what she just did. His eyes darken and rage build inside him. There was no regret in her eyes, he has been nothing but asshole to her ever since she come to this college. After whatever he has done to her this slap wasn't even big deal- She wide her eyes when he slammed his lips against hers. She froze for second

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 - 𝑨 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕. At 31, he stands tall at 6'4", ruling both the business world and the underworld with an iron fist. As Asia's richest and most powerful businessman, he dominates every deal, every empire, and every heartbeat that dares to cross his path. But beneath the ruthless exterior lies a man shackled by secrets - forced into a deadly game of power and betrayal. When fate ties him to an innocent girl named Noor, his world turns into a battlefield where love and danger collide. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓 - 𝑨 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑨𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆. At 21, Noor's blue eyes hold a quiet rebellion against the darkness that life has thrown her way. Orphaned young, she carved her own path - dropping out of the real world at eighteen to chase education through a scholarship, balancing her days as a student and her nights serving tables in a bustling restaurant. Unaware that her simple existence is about to collide with a man who can destroy her - or become the only one to protect her in a world where trust is the most dangerous game of all.

Mishti Mishti is a girl who never knew love. Her father cursed her with the title of a bad omen when her mother died giving birth to her. She silently endures the cruelty of a stepmother who never shows her any affection. Her only dream, her only passion - dance - was crushed the day she was forced into marriage with a man twice her age. For two years, she suffered his abuse until fate took him away in an accident. But instead of freedom, she faced blame. Her in-laws threw her out, treating her like she was nothing. Her soul carries scars that run too deep to fade. Her eyes bear the burden of countless betrayals. Yet, even after losing everything, she still searches for light - for a love that could heal her broken heart. Prithvi Dev Thakur Prithvi Dev Thakur is a man who rules with absolute power - the most feared and respected figure in Rajasthan. He is ruthless in his ways, intolerant of lies, and possesses unshakable discipline. His hands have built an empire, but they also carry the weight of his darkest secret - the day he killed his own father. It is a truth he never speaks of. Behind his cold, perfect mask lies a lonely soul burdened by guilt and unfulfilled longing. He has never disrespected women but has also never allowed one to come close enough to touch his heart. Prithvi is a perfectionist, a protector, but secretly... just a man yearning for love, peace, and escape from the darkness that consumes him. Two Broken Souls, One Fate Destiny brings them together - two wounded hearts seeking comfort in one another. Mishti sees the man behind the mask, the pain behind his power, and offers him a love he never believed he deserved. In return, Prithvi gives her the strength to stand tall, fight back, and dream once more. She mends his wounds while he becomes her shield. But will love be enough to survive in a world that only knows how to break them? Or will their pasts return to inflict cruelty once again?

#3 in India (10/10/23) ••• "Listen to me, Do not expect anything from me or this marriage. I only married you because of my baba." His every word pierced through her soul. He didn't wait for her reply, he wasn't expecting any reply from her, she never opens her mouth in front of him. Hayder stood up and was about to go to washroom to change. "I married you because of my mother, otherwise you can never be my ideal choice" Hyra's words made him stop on his track. Turning to her, he saw her standing beside the bed, looking at him with challenging eyes. Her words irked him, going to her, he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Don't you dare to talk back to me otherwise I will cut your tongue." He warned her in a low, dangerous tone. "Ouch!" A soft whimper left her mouth, she tried to free her arm from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. He was holding her arm very tightly, it might leave bruise later. He left her arm. "One more thing, whatever happened in this room should stay in this room. If you complain to anyone about anything, you will see the worst side of mine." Before leaving, he told her. "You can not be anymore worst." Hyra mumbles to herself, wiping her tears. •••

☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝗜𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗡𝗼 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀" ✦𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 She is the princess of Udaipur. A nice and kind hearted girl but don't get tricked by her kindness .This girl will not wait even a second before firing back a sarcastic comment that will make you go to hell. She effortlessly acquires everything she desires for. Her anger knows no bounds . She is beautiful , She is bold , She is valiant , She is everything a man wants . ✦𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 He is the king of Rajasthan. A cold and arrogant mafia king and Ceo of his own multinational company that has wom𝖾n falling to their knees for him but all he does is ignore them. His anger knows no bounds . Everyone is feared by his name.The most dangerous and powerful man in the country who wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger. "𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲" -𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 "𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲" -𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐀

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

"All the dreams I've envisioned for us will come true; the only difference is that I won't be in any of them." Amara had faced unimaginable loss, scarred by witnessing her parents perish in flames at just three years old. Her world was shattered in a single night, leaving her alone in a cruel reality. However, fate had not entirely abandoned her. The Rajvansh family, led by her father's best friend, took her in and raised her as one of their own, providing her with a loving home despite the pain that lingered in her heart. Years passed, and Amara found solace within the Rajvansh household, though the memories of her tragic past never fully faded. As she reached adulthood, life forced her into a pivotal decision-marriage. Ayaan Rajvansh, her childhood confidant and boyfriend, seemed the perfect choice, and the Rajvansh family celebrated the impending union. Yet, not everyone shared in the joy. Amara's decision crushed Abhimaan Rajvansh, the elder son of the family. Despite his immense power, wealth, and control over the AA Group of Industries, he was helpless in the face of his own heartache. For eighteen years, Amara had unknowingly held sway over every aspect of his being. She was his world, his obsession, his torment. The question now loomed: was this truly the end of Abhimaan's unrequited love? Would he stand aside as Amara became another man's wife, or would the darkness within him take over, driving him to claim her, no matter the cost? Abhimaan: "I am terrified that I might destroy you..." Amara: "Then destroy me, please..."

SAWERA ALI wald SAQIB ALI kiya aapko SHAHNAIN SHAH ZORAWAR sey haq Mehar 1 billion rupees NIKKAH QUBOOL HAI?.....Mr.Shahnain please .......d-don't do this.....BOLO QUBOOL HAI WARNA MAIN TUMHARAY BHAI KO JAAN SEY MARDOON GA !!!...... 1...2...3.... Q-Q-Qabool hai ....Qabool hai . .......... That's my little kitten. before her mind loose senses and she fell he wrapped his hand around her petite waist and pick her up in his strong hold. Ab sey ye sirf SAWERA SHAHNAIN SHAH hai aapki beti aap logon key liye mar chuki hai.with that saying he take her from there leaving her whole family wailing and crying at his Men mercy . It's the story that will make you cry and bite your nails with suspense with Romance and immense Obsession ,will he break her or they have a happy ending but this was confirmed that so many obstacle are coming in his obsession and Family to live peacefully .