𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 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. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. 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. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

In the heart of Mumbai,**Viraj**, the ruthless 'King of the Underworld', rules from a palace of ice. Betrayed in childhood, he trusts no one and believes love is a lie meant to break men. **Tanvi**, the cherished princess of a business empire, lives in a palace of light, wrapped in pure, overprotective love. She believes love can heal anything. **Tanvi:** "Please, just let me go." **Viraj:** (Voice a low, dangerous whisper) "Go? You are the only light in a lifetime of darkness. Do you think I will ever stumble back into the shadows and let you go? I would burn this entire city to the ground first. You live in my world now. Breathe my air." **Tanvi:** "You hate everyone. Why not me?" **Viraj:** (Gently tracing her cheek, a chilling gesture) "I don't hate you, *meri jaan*. I hate everything that isn't you. The world exists only to bring you to me. Now that you're here, the rest of it is just... noise for me." (Then He Smiles Sadly And) **Viraj:** You can hate me. I can live with your hate. It's hurts. It burns, but I can feel it. You can scream at me, push me away every single day. You can even say you don't love me... I will fight it. I will fight until my last breath to make you see. **(He turns slowly. His eyes are not empty now. They are filled with terrifying, vulnerable pain.)** **Viraj:** Do anything. Anything at all. But... never leave me. And never, *never* betray me for another man. **(His voice cracks, just a little.)** **Viraj:** If you do that... you won't just be leaving. You will be taking everything with you. The last flicker. The last little belief that anything in this life... can be real.The love i feel for you can be real. If you betray me too, then I will know for sure. The world is only darkness. And I am meant to be alone in it. Please...MY JAAN.. you don't be the one to show me that. **A story of violent obsession, fierce protection, and a love that is either salvation or destruction.**

**"If you are not in my life, I am already a dead man. What will your father do with a lifeless body?"** Ahaana Rathore, the cherished daughter of Mumbai's underworld, wakes up in a gilded cage-a magnificent mansion where every wall whispers her name in framed photographs. Her captor is not a enemy from the shadows, but the hauntingly beautiful heir to a corporate empire, Rudra Varma. His eyes don't hold cruelty; they hold a love so deep it has cracked into obsession. **"We loved each other for five years, my jaan. You just... forgot."** Rudra speaks of a past she cannot remember-of stolen moments and whispered promises erased by what he calls a "medical condition." He tends to her with heartbreaking tenderness, bandaging wounds both real and imagined, while his parents welcome her with a smile that feels like another lock on the door. **"You can hate me,"** he whispers, kneeling before her, tears tracing paths of devotion on her wedding *lehenga*. **"But in your soul, you know me. You are the rhythm in this silent heart."** As her father's fury shakes the city, Ahaana faces a terrifying choice: fight the man who stole her, or survive by stepping into the love story he's written for them-a story where she's both the captive and the savior. **"Bandage me, love,"** he pleads, blood staining his sleeve, not from battle, but from her anger. And in a moment of chilling surrender, she does-because sometimes, the most dangerous prison isn't made of walls, but of a love so broken it can't tell the difference between devotion and destruction. **✨ A story of twisted love, where the line between kidnapper and soulmate is written in tears and whispered promises. Perfect for those who love dark romance, emotional thrillers, and the haunting question: Can love be so beautiful, it becomes a crime?** **#DarkRomance #ObsessiveLove #Wattpad #IndianRomance #HeartTouching #ForbiddenLove**

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

Her back hit the bookshelf with a soft thud, sending a few books tumbling to the floor. Rudransh didn't flinch. His gaze was locked on her lips, one hand wrapped firmly around her waist, the other slowly dragging up her spine. "You think I brought you here just to read?" he whispered, voice rough. Nitya's breath caught as his thumb brushed the curve beneath her chin. "Then why did you?" He leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "Because this is the one place no one dares interrupt me." Then, before she could say another word, his mouth crushed onto hers-demanding, raw, possessive. Books watched. Shadows danced. Her hands found his shirt, fingers fisting the fabric as his teeth grazed her lower lip. And in that moment, nothing mattered but the taste of secrets and sin. ********************************************* Tropes Forced Marriage Age gap Grumpy × Sunshine MML is obsessed with MFL with capital O Characters FL - Nitiya Maheshwari (26 years) An extrovert, carefree, and a famous sketcher. She is famous for sketching historical royal families across the globe. ML - Rudransh Singh Rathore (32 years) An extremely cold man, more precisely the upcoming king of Rajasthan. He has extruded an aura of ice. He is not a man of many words. Once he decides something, there's no going back. He can accept anything but disrespect and disobedience. For more peep out in the book & get your gears high to join them in Rudransh's Possession. Your Writer Purva Narang Ranks: #7 in Royal Romance - 06/03/2025

"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo