Arshiya Sharma: A reclusive and brilliant dark romance author known for her emotionally raw and dark stories. She's a broken orphan with a traumatic past, and writing is her escape from reality. What she never imagined was that her fictional characters would have real-life consequences, especially when her stories seems to mirror the life of Arhaan Oberoi, a Ruthless Mafia King and CEO. Arshiya is about to be thrust into a world she only wrote about when Arhaan becomes obsessed with her and the connection he believes she holds to his own dark life. Arhaan Oberoi: A Ruthless Mafia King and CEO who is cold, calculating, and feared. Raised by his uncle in the harsh underworld, Arhaan was molded into the powerful and ruthless figure he is today. His traumatic past has shaped him into a man with a hard exterior, but when he discovers that Arshiya Sharma's dark romance novels seem to mirror his own life, he becomes obsessed with her. Unbeknownst to Arshiya, the underworld king's obsession is about to turn her life upside down as he seeks to unravel the connection between her words and his world. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "When my words were the only shield I had against the world, his presence in my life became the force that ignited my soul. With him, I learned to write not just stories, but the raw, untold truths of living and loving without fear." ~Arshiya Sharma~ "I built walls around my heart, believing no one could breach the fortress of my soul. But her words-written with a depth I had never known-slipped through the cracks, etching her presence into my being. With each sentence, she awakened a hunger for a love I never thought I deserved." ~Arhaan Oberoi~

(complete) Mr.Arnav Singh Shekhawat rules the corporate world with cold precision. By night, he reigns as the ruthless Devil King of the underworld. Love is a weakness he can't afford-until he meets her. Ms. Srushti Rathore, hidden from the world in a golden cage of innocence, is everything Arnav isn't: sunshine, softness, and soul. But her existence holds secrets tied to his dark past. When their worlds collide, hearts are tested, truths unravel, and a love neither believed in might be the only thing that can save them... or destroy them both.

Luca Volkov x Khushi Agrahari Healed Hearts Series: Book 1 Can be read as standalone Luca Volkov, a twenty nine year old ceo of The Volkov Group and an international mafia leader-feared by criminals, untouchable by governments. He is charismatic without effort, intimidating without trying. To himself: He is a man who cannot be redeemed-but will burn down the rot around him. Khushi Agrahari, a twenty three year normal master student of design. She is pure, kind-hearted, deeply compassionate. She cries silently, but laughs and smiles publicly-no one knows her real struggles. She has strict but loving parents and a brother who is three years younger than her. She often suppresses her desires or emotions to meet expectations. She thinks she is cursed, cursed that whoever she be attached to will leave her. She is the sunshine in a world he thought was only made of blood, shadows, and betrayal. He sees through her mask-and for the first time, so does she. With her, he feels love-something foreign, frightening, and undeniable. She is the only person he cannot read, cannot control-and that makes him want her all the more. Together, they will face betrayal, heartbreak, danger, loyalty-and the kind of love that changes both of them forever. #TOP 1 in brokenfemalelead (26/10/25) #TOP 2 in ruthlessceo (3/11/25) #TOP 2 in videsi (9/11/25) #TOP 8 in hefellfirstandharder (21/11/25) #TOP 1 in desi×videsi (29/11/25) #TOP 2 in ruthlessmafia (1/12/25) #TOP 1 in italian (28/2/26)

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

✮⋆˙𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧✮⋆˙ ✮⋆˙𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐥 "✮⋆˙

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

"Ye ishq nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariya hai," she said softly, her gaze locked on his face. The night was silent around them, as if the world had paused just to listen. A faint, fragile smile touched her lips, while her eyes glistened with emotions she couldn't hold back-fear, love, and surrender all tangled together. "Agar sangini Aap rahogi," he replied, his voice calm yet resolute, as he lifted both his hands and gently cupped her cheeks, "toh is ssg ke dariye ko bhi paar kar hsm sath par kar lenge" His thumbs brushed away the moisture gathering near her eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead-protective. "Ek baat kahein?" she asked hesitantly, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she needed his presence to stay steady. He nodded, pulling her just a little closer, silently telling her that she could say anything to him. "Aaj raat... hum aapke hona chahte hain, Rans ji. har tareeke se," she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart racing wildly against her ribs. The words left her lips like a confession. She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips-timid, yet full of longing. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, his arms sliding around her waist, drawing her into the safety of his embrace. His forehead rested against hers, giving her space to breathe, to decide. "More than sure," she whispered back against his lips, her breath warm...

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧. *:･----✧----*:･ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞: The Dominant and Powerful King who reigns over both the legitimate business world and the shadows of the Mafia. As the leader of his family and company, he carries himself with an air of confidence and control. His sharp features, including piercing eyes and a strong jawline, enhance his intimidating demeanor. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞: A petite and elegant medical student, possessing an undeniable charm that captivates everyone around her. Despite being adored by everyone and regarded as a queen in her own right, she remains incredibly sweet and humble. Her husband is utterly obsessed with her, enchanted by her every move and utterly devoted to her happiness. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ @typinchapters ᴏɴ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ.

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.