*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

"Surround yourself with the people who will change you for all the right reasons" . Shees a 25 year's old rude, cold-hearted, and arrogant billionaire bachelor. He had everything a young man could wish for, but why he's not happy? What was missing? Why did he always feel empty inside? Emaan is a 23-year young talented girl with a bold and sensible attitude, caring, friendly, and very optimistic. She had a strong faith in Allah that "HE" would surely do best for her. What will happen when the destiny of these two people collides? Start: 21st May 2020 End: 8th December 2020 Highest ranking: 4 on cruel world, 9 on WritingChallenge, 10 on asianawards, 34 on asianfanfic. 📘Featured in ProjectAsia Featured list.

"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart "You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses." He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups "I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this" I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe "Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed. I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had "I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I cried He laughed "May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you" That cunning smile eventually started to fade "May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection" I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black out What happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul. THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

❝There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞ Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical therapist living in the sunshine of Miami, is known for a delicate touch and dedication to her patients. Yet all the darkness that lies beneath her structured life is slowly unveiled when she's assigned to care for a mysterious patient recovering from complications of a severe injury. Unbeknownst to her, the patient is Aiden Accardi, the calculating and ruthless leader of the Accardi Crime Family, big players with decades of influence in the city. When Aiden invites Sophie to leave her public practice to work with him privately, she is suddenly entrenched into the viscious nature of the crime underworld. Her delicate touch becomes her very own weapon against the cold mafia leader, igniting a dangerous game. A game that has her in the hands of an insatiable man. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content #1 in #enemiestolovers - 01/12/2025 #4 in #romance - 10/03/2025 #17 in #darkromance - 03/26/2025

he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. "Azlaan-what are you doing?" she whispered, stunned, trying to keep up with his long strides. He said nothing. And when the bathroom door slammed shut behind them, she knew something had snapped. Before she could breathe, he pinned her to the cold marble wall. His hands gripped her waist like a vice, and his mouth crashed down on hers with raw, violent hunger. No warning. No gentleness. Just fury. And obsession. He kissed her like he hated her for existing without him. His teeth grazed her lip, his tongue claiming her like a man staking his territory. And then-he broke away and dragged his mouth down her neck, trailing open kisses, biting hard on the spot where her pulse raced. "You're insane," she gasped, pushing him back with trembling hands. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" His eyes darkened. He didn't shout. He didn't rage. He leaned in again, lips brushing her jaw, and whispered like a curse. "Next time you smile like that for another man... I won't stop at just kissing you, Alyana." Her breath hitched. "You'll feel me in your whole existing soul " His grip tightened. His voice dropped to something cruel and possessive. "Your laughter. Your lips. Your f*cking soul... belongs to me." ~ " you belongs to me "~ She stared at him-heart pounding, mouth dry, and chest rising too fast. Because deep down, she knew... He wasn't angry she laughed. He was furious she forgot, even for a second- that she was his. ___________________ Azlaan x alyana ♤ Mature content | dark romance | suspense-thriller. Written by E.V.🕸 FOLLOW ME ON WATTPAD .

[𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝟮 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦] 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫 is a story of hate, control, and obsessed romance. Khushi Shergill, a sharp, cold, and determined woman, has always been in control-until she meets Daksh Vardhan, a charming and enigmatic businessman with a dark side. As their worlds collide, secrets unravel, and a dangerous game of attraction and manipulation begins. Can Khushi maintain control, or will Daksh's obsession break through her icy defenses? And who is the shadow lurking in the background, watching her every move? Can she trust anyone in a world where danger lurks in every corner, or will her heart be the next thing to be owned? On the other side, Saumya Shergill, a medical student, who no longer believes in love-until she meets Arnav Agnihotri, a charismatic businessman determined to win her heart. Guarded by pain and scars from her past, Saumya pushes him away at every turn. But Arnav's patience, persistence, and unwavering care begin to break through her walls. Can Arnav teach her to trust again and prove that true love still exists?

SECOND STORY IN THE RAJVANSH SERIES Samar X Yagyhavi One wrong letter that led two people to reach to their right destination! _________________________________________ From my childhood, I have always heard stories about a prince charming who would come and change my life completely. But I never though that my prince charming would also be my darkest nightmare. I am Yagyhavi Roy, and this is my story. Join me on this intense journey of our love, a love so strong that its flames might burn us both. ***** TROPES: • Slow Burn Romance • Love x Hate Relationship • Suspense, Past, Action, Hidden indetities • Strong FMC x Calm but Possessive MMC This story contains mature scenes!!

.its ongoing guyss ~ She was forced into the marriage But he? He was already obsessed. Anika Vaidya was innocence personified - soft-spoken, kind-hearted, untouched by the filth of his world. So Rudra Singh Rathore did what monsters do best. He didn't woo her. He took her. Now she's in his mansion, wearing his name... and fighting every breath he steals from her. "Let me go," she whispered, eyes burning with defiance. He smirked, caging her between the wall and his chest. "Go where, jaan? You belong right here... under me." She calls it a prison. He calls it home. He doesn't need her love. He needs her obedience - her trembling, her silence, her surrender. "I hate you," she hissed, shoving at his chest. "Good," he whispered against her lips, "because I hate waiting. And tonight, you won't have a choice." This isn't a love story. It's obsession wrapped in sindoor, sealed with vows, and dripping with sin. And the more she resists... the darker he becomes. ⚠️ Possessive husband. Forced vows. Steamy tension. Read only if you're ready for dangerous love that breaks all rules. ~!! "I want a divorce," she said again - firmer this time. He didn't move. Rudra Singh Rathore sat at the edge of the bed, ankles crossed. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you." she said. he looked up . slowly . Then, that damned smirk curved across his lips. "Divorce?" "Come here, Anika. I'll give it to you." I blinked. "What-" Before I could move, his book dropped with a thud and in three steps he had gripped my wrist, yanked me forward, and dragged me across the room. "Rudra!" I gasped. He threw open the bathroom door - wide, revealing the foggy mirrors and marble counter - and slammed it shut behind us, locking it with a click that sounded far too final. "You want divorce?" he whispered, nose brushing my jawline. "Then take it from here.,jaan!" "You want freedom?" he whispered. "Beg for it. But not with words. With moans."

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one