18+ book , contains violence He is devil and she is angel . He is dangerous, intelligent and she is innocent. She is a mentally a child and he is the mafia king This is the story of rajveer and abhira . . Abhira a orphan and divorced lady, had a unwanted marriage with the rajveer. Her mother and brother is the only relation from her childhood but she also lost her mother one year back and her mother akshara was murdered by a mysterious person.After that tragedy she got betrayed by her beloved husband and she got divorced with him . But now she is marring a Mafia king Rajveer Singh rajvanshi. The same Rajveer singh rajvanshi is a mafia king of India . Rajveer , a ruthless mafia boss with deep heater with his parents , is ready to marry with his girlfriend . ON the day of his wedding , rajveer receives a phone call that chances his everything. After the phone call , abruptly he leaves the mandap and returns with the mistarious women named abhira,forced into marriage with his elder brother Will abhira able to get love from rajveer and his family ? So why did rajveer's elder brother forced the marriage of rajveer and abhira ? will abhira able to find out her mother murderer and her mother family who left her alone? Will this forced marriage bring Love in their lives? Will abhira gets the true love from rajveer and rajvanshi's family ? This book contains mature content and violence and psychological issues © All Rights Reserved

#84 - Adult content | 02-11-2024 *** A loud crack of thunder shattered the silence. "Bade rishte aa rahe hain tumhare liye." His voice was cold, laced with menace, as he traced the barrel of his gun from my forehead to my jaw, the metal chilling my skin. (Many good marriage proposals are coming for you.) I fought against his hold, desperate to break free, but it was futile. My hands were tightly bound behind my back with my dupatta, leaving me powerless, perched on his lap in nothing but my nightclothes. "Reject the proposal," he commanded, dragging the gun slowly from my neck to my chest, making my body arch in response to the icy threat. I inhaled shakily, my breath catching as his mouth latched onto my chest through the fabric, his teeth sinking in with brutal force, each bite sending searing pain through me. "I'm giving you a choice," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Either become my wife, or be my mistress. Because no one else will ever touch what belongs to me." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared at him-my stalker, a man who claimed it was love. But I knew better. This wasn't love. It was pure, dangerous obsession. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Jasmin Javed was a college student at one of the most prestigious institutions in Mumbai. Her beauty was captivating, leaving people unable to look away once they saw her. Though she had many admirers, she always ignored their advances. That was until a mysterious, tall, and wealthy man intruded into her life. He was her stalker, always lurking in the shadows, never revealing his face as he wore a mask whenever he appeared before her. He claimed it was love, but Jasmin wasn't easily deceived-she knew it wasn't love, but obsession.

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚?" 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑. "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕." 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

Cursed Curiosities Collection #1 - | Pandit x Village girl | COMPLETED "This is how it's going to happen," I rasp, my voice dark and possessive as I slide my hands down her body, my lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to fuck my seed into your pussy, Sukriti, you're going to swell with my child, and there won't be a single part of you that won't be mine." ••• What happens when a pandit's vow is shattered by temptation? Ronav Zanak has always lived by his rules--until he encounters Sukriti Bishnoi. An innocent, cheerful 19-year-old girl, trapped by a curse that isolates her from the world. She's not a broken soul. She smiles through it all, despite the cruel weight of the world pressing down on her. But it's this very strength that draws Ronav to a one-way abyss of obsession. He's determined to resist. Holding on to the vow he's sworn--because one touch, one mistake, and he'll ruin them both. And she will become his greatest sin. ••• Available with English translations. All kinds of media used in this book belong to their legitimate owners. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

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Falling for Rashid Hamidi was dangerous. He was older, powerful, and a ruthless heir to an empire built on secrets and blood. Soumya was innocent, shy, and a people pleaser. She knew her feelings for the heir of Hamidi Enterprises were hopelessly one-sided. Yet, desire doesn't obey reason. What began as an innocent crush soon spiraled into something more. She thought she knew him-but she barely scratched the surface. What happens when he reciprocates her feelings? She might not have any choice but to run. Can she escape the man who has already claimed her heart? This story will pull you into a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and heartbreak. What happens when the one you once longed for becomes the one you fear the most? 💔 When power, danger, and desire collide-will she survive his world, or will he destroy hers? 💔 ✨ Perfect for fans of dark romance, possessive billionaires, dangerous mafia and high-stakes forbidden love! ✨

"I'd do anything for her. I would kill every last fucking person on this planet, if she asked me to. And I wouldn't even question her about it. All she had to do was ask." - Zayn Banks