#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(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. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

>̶ {𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 18+} ᴠʏᴀɴ ᴋᴀᴘᴏᴏʀ x ᴇʟʟᴇʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ____ "Your father tried to kill my father, and I suspect he was behind my parents' death." Vyan raised his eyebrows and Elley stared into his eyes. "Are you here to harm me?" ........ "You're mine to have, mine to love, mine to wreck Elley," Vyan spoke, coming dangerously close to her. ......... "Kill him, Vyan." Elley whispered, as she held her stomach. ......... "You drive me insane baby." Vyan whispered as he captured her lips into a dominant kiss. ____ ⚠️ This book contains highly mature contents, do not read if you're uncomfortable and not of a certain age to read such books. Do not report. ⚠️ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ - Aug 02, 2024 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ - Oct 10, 2024 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 - 138,972 !𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓!

Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #4 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Sitara Bose is the quiet storm. The girl with glasses, the one who always plays the side character in everyone else's story. She's endured more than her share of storms. Cruel betrayals, relentless bullying, and the sting of broken trust. But no matter how many times the world tried to break her, she refused to fall. Rudraksh Suryawanshi is a man who thrives in control. A ruthless businessman with a past buried under layers of secrets, he carries a darkness that no one dares to uncover. But the moment he lays eyes on Sitara, something inside him snaps. She's his angel, his obsession, his only desire. There's just one problem: She's meant to marry his brother. As the wedding looms closer, fate twists in ways neither of them expects. Betrayed by those she once trusted, Sitara is left shattered. But Rudraksh has already made his choice. He will have her, no matter the cost. As tension simmers and boundaries blur, their connection becomes an unstoppable force, dark, passionate, and inevitable. But with every stolen moment, every heated glance, they walk the fine line between love and destruction. Did the stars align for them, or were they doomed from the start? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

Veer Rajvansh x Dhriti Sharma Veer Rajvansh, a 29-year-old businessman known for his cold demeanor and intimidating presence, has a reputation as a womanizer. Despite his handsome looks and charming smile reserved for select individuals, he remains uninterested in relationships. At his best friend's wedding, he encounters Dhriti, a 24-year-old woman with a kind and beautiful nature who is the mother of a two-year-old daughter. Dhriti is visibly shocked to see Veer, feeling a strong aversion towards him. She is deeply troubled by his presence, fearing that he might uncover or disrupt something she's desperately trying to hide. The story unfolds as Veer becomes intrigued by Dhriti's aloofness and begins to unravel the secrets she's concealing, leading to a tense and revealing encounter. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 • 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 • 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 • a𝐠𝐞 g𝐚𝐩 • 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 • 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐄𝐎 ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

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?

A story of a multi billionaire businessman and his darkest obsession toward a girl who had honey brown orbs.his lustful desire toward her turned into something dangerous. He craved her body, now he wants her soul, her heart, he wants her everything. He wants to snatch her Innocent's away from her. He wants to break her heart and soul.he is determined to have her. It all started from a revenge and now she turn out to be his darkest and deepest desire and his insanely obsession.he want to make her weak but she become his weakness 🥀 𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘏 𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘛𝘏 A 30 years old dangerous and extremely handsome man. He is a self made multi billionaire businessman and the CEO of cyber tech. For businessworld he is a polite and handsome workaholic businessman but there is a sadistic psychopath who thrives in power lies behind this businessman facade. Unfortunately or fortunately his path collided with a girl who had honey browned orb's she stepped into his territory by mistake. And the devil got his eyes on her. He vowed to destroy her, break her. Will he? 𝘔𝘐𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘈 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘔𝘈 A 24 years old bold and ambitious lady.doctor by profession. She is kind,sweet and innocent. A complete sunshine girl Who hides her pain behind her smile. She is calm and quiet girl but at the same time bold and brave too.but one day her path collided with a beast who had a ocean blue eyes she found herself in the position of trapped inside a shell he created for her. She claimed to hate him as much as he hate her. She is determined to runaway from his world. 🥀 If she is a rain He is the thunder strom If he is a beast Then she is the beauty If she is ice Then he is fire

"I will give you the amount you name and in return your daughter will be mine" he said, grabbing my wrist in a tight grip, causing me intense pain. But it was nothing in front of the pain I was feeling emotionally. He is trying to buy me as if I am a thing. What does he take me as? "Fine, she's yours from now on" my father said shattering me in pieces. He never treated me like his daughter. Always beat the shit out of me for little little things. I endured all this silently without any complaints. But the pain he gave me today, I was now unable to be strong. I broke in cries. He dragged me towards his car and settled inside. I was continuously crying, trying to get myself free from him and begging him to let me go. But nothing seemed to work on him. He turned towards me and left my hand which had the marks of his grip and was hurting really bad. He cupped my face and said "Doll, listen to me. I mean no harm to you. But you have to be a good girl, hmm? Will you be?" He was trying to sound as soft as he could, but couldn't. Scaring me more. ****************************************************** VIVAN SHEKHAWAT, 25 years old. A name that screams fear. The king of the underworld and a top womanizer. Doesn't believe in love anymore because of getting cheated on by his ex-girlfriend. SIYA SINGH, a 18 years old pure soul. A name that shows purity and innocence. An orphan who got adopted later on just to be treated as an unpaid maid. She literally begged her adoptive father for basic rights like education. Got beaten up but eventually her father agreed on the condition of her doing household chores completely. What will happen when she will be sold to the one whom she fears with her life? What will happen when he will see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen or better say he ever cared for, doing nothing for attracting him but just passing by him? Witness the story of his passionate love for her and her developing feelings for him in DARKLY OBSESSED WITH HER.