The story follows two strangers from completely different worlds-contrasting in behaviour, thoughts, values, lifestyle, and family backgrounds- fall in love. Can a girl, haunted by her past and hiding within her shell, find the courage to embrace love? Can a man, whose arrogance is his surname, ego his middle name, and anger his identity-a man surrounded by bad habits, with a heart of stone, convinced he needs neither family nor human connection-truly let go of it all and choose love?

Rudra singhania, a man who's name, posture, attitude everything screams "power", he is the Asia's number one businessman, there are talks that he is involved in mafia too. "Mercy" is not his thing, he has money, power, name, everything but not happiness. His life is filled with darkness, until he saw her. Nidhi iyer, a south indian, her parents are immigrants of south, they are living in mumbai now, her parents work under Rudra singhania, her dad is Rudra's personal driver, whereas her mom is a head chef in his mansion. They love her so much. What happens when nidhi , who stayed in the hostel before in Hyderabad, has completed her +2 and travels to mumbai to enjoy her holidays. How will she reacts when she finds out that her parents's boss is having some twisted emotions for her? Will she accepts his desire? To know more, dig into the story. Author's note : Hello guys, this is my third story, which has a very unique story line, just like my previous stories. This story is filled with drama,love, lust, twist and turns. Give it a try, trust me you'll love it NOTE - THIS STORY WILL BE REMOVED FROM WATTPAD ON MAY 1st.

She spotted him through the bus window-a boy on a Bullet bike, fresh from the gym, with a striking tattoo on his forearm that captivated her. In that moment, he became her first crush, even though he didn't know she existed.

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

Chandini has always been the girl people overlook-gentle, traditional, and painfully submissive. Her kindness makes her easy to use, and years of being taken advantage and a hard life have taught her to stay quiet, keep her head down, and never ask for anything. She flinches at raised voices, apologizes even when she's not at fault, and moves through life as softly as possible to avoid being hurt again. When her father dies, she is bound by his final business agreement: marriage to Stefan Vitello. Stefan is everything Chandini was not. A powerful, dominating, self-made architect whose presence is enough to silence a room. He speaks little, commands effortlessly, and expects obedience without having to raise his voice. Around him, Chandini feels smaller than ever-terrified to disappoint, terrified to draw attention, terrified of him. She tends to his home with quiet devotion, follows his clipped instructions without hesitation, and avoids meeting his eyes. Stefan never explains himself, never softens, never reveals what he truly thinks of his fragile, trembling wife. But he watches. He notices every flinch, every whispered apology, every moment she tries to make herself invisible. Hi guys I'm currently working on this and will try to update as frequently as I can! Read to follow along with their story!

⚠️ Strict Content Warning - Read at Your Own Risk: Not suitable for sensitive readers or those under 18. This is not a fairytale. This is not soft. It's obsession This is twisted, raw, and painful. Proceed only if you can handle psychological darkness and dangerous love... so don't west time.. go and watch... you gonna love it ❤ .... .. He's not your hero. He's your worst decision in human form. Rich. Ruthless. Untouchable. And he made you his. You didn't fall in love. You were dragged into it - slowly, painfully, destructively. You became his favorite obsession. He broke you with soft kisses and harsh nights. He made you crave his attention, even when it hurt. They call him a king in the underworld. But to you? He's the cage you stopped trying to escape. Because love isn't always light. Sometimes, it comes dressed in blood, power, and whispered lies. ... don't forget to follow me 😊 and please vote so I can make more story like this ❤ bye bye 😘

A ruthless devil meets a fragile angel. And the fire fell in love with the snowflake. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is not just the heir to the multi-trillionaire Rathore Empire-he is its storm. Feared by all, loved by none, he's a cold-blooded genius with an IQ of 280, a photographic memory, and the deadliest reputation in both the corporate world and the underworld. Known as Shadow, the most dangerous hacker alive, Abhimaan is a silent psychopath who doesn't blink before destroying those who cross him. Girls swoon at the sight of him, but he doesn't hesitate to humiliate or even threaten anyone who dares flirt with him. No one touches him. No one dares speak without permission. He is the crazy devil-and he likes it that way. Until Viha Sharma walks into his world. A soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl from the holy town of Haridwar, Viha is everything he's not. An orphan herself, she arrives in Mumbai on scholarship, with dreams in her eyes and Mahadev in her heart. Simple suits, big black almond eyes, long straight hair, and a voice as gentle as the wind-Viha wants nothing more than to write, read, and live peacefully. She is the kind of girl who prays before exams, drinks classic cold coffee, and hides her dance moves when anyone's watching. But destiny plays its card when the devil sees her-and wants her. She doesn't chase him. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't even know who he is. And that's what drives Abhimaan crazy. His control starts to crack. For the first time, the untouchable devil wants to be touched-but only by her. She's the only girl who could melt his cold heart... And the only one who might just destroy him.

She was his wife on paper for three years, but his heart always belonged to his girlfriend. They were in love for 15+ years.. Childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life. But one cruel incident. Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering three heart into pieces. **** This is there story. The people who loved. And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha

❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝... This is a DARK and SPICY story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Lots of Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/Killing

The Queen of Rajwada died in cold blood, not only murdered but raped by someone. The King of Rajwada, didn't let the news about Queen getting raped and murdered out of the palace walls. Those who know the truth about, the imperial doctors, maids and caretakers and guards had been silenced to death. Whole kingdom were told she died by heart attack. The young prince asked his father about his mother but His father sent him to Boarding school Forcefully to silence him, without even letting him see his mother's last rites or cremation, he cried and begged but no one listened. That Young Boy had transformed into a Coldblooded Killer, Ruthless.. People call him a 'Monster without a heart' in the human body, He is worst than a Sinner. ___________________________________ He hates love and weakness. She don't expect anything from anyone. He is addicted to being in control. She loves to stay in shadows, unseen. He is arrogant but he is proud of it. She looks untouchable but has a soft heart. He commands. She speaks when needed. Dive into the story; To understand, the viciousness of the Human Race which is far rooted and its roots are as deep as the Pacific ocean and as vast as the universe itself. ~To Witness the, '𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓🥀' ___________________________________ All Copyrights of Story are reserved by me. DON'T COPY. PS: If any scene or anything matches with another story then either it's coincidence or unintentional.