-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

| 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 | ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇᴘʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. • 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • 1. ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ (Completed) 2. ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ (Completed) 3. ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ (Completed) 4. ғɪʀᴇ & ɪᴄᴇ (Ongoing) 5. ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs 𝟸.𝟶 (Upcoming) ✿✿ #1 in desire #6 in rom-com ~•~

#1 book of Alluring love series ⋆*:..｡o○○o｡..:*⋆ "Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me 'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more then him or what if he-' he cutted me "Answer! why you let him touch you?"he said while taking heavy breath to try to control his anger "H...he ju...just tucked m..my hair stands b...behind my ea...ear"I said while trying not to cry he came closer very very close his hands were on wall and he bend lower to match my height. Right now his face is so close to mine that our breathes were mixing and I clutched my hands on my saree "No! he didn't 'just' tucked you hair stands, that is too much he is not allowed to do that actually no one is allowed to that except me. no one is allowed to do this" he said and slid his hands on my bare waist I shivered "no one is allowed to do this" he said and peck my neck I am feeling fire on my skin again he came closer to my ear "and he didn't just tucked you hair stands but he also touch your fingers for fucking whole 47 seconds" he said intentionally touching his lips on my ear ______________________________________________ ISHIKA SHARMA (22y/o, 5'2height) She was very talkative like people have to told her to shut her mouth, carefree, childish, had anger issues, and extrovert but this all she was but now she talks so less, careful, mature, have trust issues and introvert but why!? YUVRAJ SINGH YADHUVANSHI (27y/o, 6'2height) he hate noise he don't talk much he try not to speak even if it's important,cold,rude and bossy but a total different person with her but why? Read this book to know the story of them atleast read 10 chapters then decide. ♡°Tropes:~°♡ -Arrange Marriage -Age gap -grumpy x sunhine -MML is obsessed with MFL with a capital 'O'

( Fetus writing until chapter 10, after that the story turns exciting ig..｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡) That one ruthless Mafia boss gets forcefully "MARRIED" to a person he despises the most.. With all the shit he went through in his life He never wants to go back to his kind self again Then he reunites with the girl who saved him two years ago But this one girl, will she be able to bring light to his life And the mother of his "WIFE", will she let the girl live in peace? - Mature content - Smut - curse words - harsh scenes - happy ending #13 - fanfiction (out of 1.41 million stories) #53 - romance (out of 1.99 Million stories) #3 - parkjimin ( out of 59k stories) #1 - rm ( out of 37.8k stories ) #4 - taehyung

jungkook was the bad boy and most feared student of his college with attractive personality, he was not interested in love at all as his mind was in violence and he was enjoying the power he had......he was sure he would never fall for any girl especially from his college, he was sure he would not be the one who would approach the girl first and he was sure about himself until she came............. she was mysterious girl with low self esteem, she was his junior and was the girl who was quiet, she was the girl who wanted to be alone due to her life..... her life wasn't normal at all, she was sure she would be safe and will be alone in college not when he developed strong feelings for her........ content : This story contains abuse and abusive language, violence, love, 18+ romance

"Mr.jeon I I have a question !" "yes ?" "what comes after 68 ?" "69 ?" "mr.jeon will you be mine ? i promise after you become mine I'll show you in 3D what is 69 except the number !" "GET OUT FROM MY CLASSS!!" welcome to Falling For Him . *This book is a pure work of fiction all characters are based on my imagination nothing is related to reality and this story line belongs to me if you wanna copy you better think twice cause I'm a Yoongi stan I fight !!*

He leaned his face dangerously closer to her pinning her both wrists tightly beside her head on bed, she closed her eyes tightly feeling his body weight on her completely "you don't need to be scared of me, open your eyes" he commanded but she was stiffened under him, she never thought the guy whom she fell in love can be this merciless..... All she thought about him was wrong, he smirked on her lips and slid his bloody hands on hers covering her hands in blood aswell and her soul trembled when he rasped in his damn husky voice "all i did for you...... All i do will be for you....... Everything for you" she opened her eyes slowly sobbing like scared child, she was too scared to show her fear that she was trying her best to not cry but couldn't control her muffled sobs, she stared at him with her teary eyes....... Those eyes used to look at him with only love and affection but at moment only fear was there to be seen but he was just staring at her with love which was scaring her till her core, she used to consider herself lucky due to his love but it turned out to be something dangerous because It was TOO MUCH LOVE... [theme : gangster au🔞, thriller love story] ⚠ warning : This fan fiction contains blood, voilence, torture, psychotic yandere behavior, toxic deep love, explicit scenes, strong language, adult/mature content

Its a story about a broken girl who was betrayed by her boyfriend Jungkook & her family kicked her out of their house because of him . But still, she tried her best to live for her own self with her broken soul . After Jk left her, he started to remember her every day . He tried his best to forget her, but he couldn't . He realized that he loved her, but it was too late.He started to regret & started to search for her (Jk is also a hidden mafia king)by using his mafia sources... but he can't find her & he becomes a psycho ,his love turns into obsession . After 2 years he found her ( Busan )& and kidnapped her . what will happen next ? Let's see..... ● Will Jk break her again or heal her ? ● Will y/n forgive him ? ( English isn't my first language, so i can make mistakes) it's a mature story 🔞 ( It's fully an imagination story by me)