"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 .

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

❝𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲̨𝗿, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴..❞ What happens when rage and obsession collide? Neither of them wanted marriage. But destiny rarely asks for permission. Especially when it's fueled by bullets, betrayal, and a twisted kind of devotion. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶, is rage personified. The heir to an empire of guns and gold, he's the eldest son of a feared mafia family. Possessive, unpredictable, and unforgiving-he doesn't just protect what's his, he owns it. After rejecting nineteen marriage proposals, he reluctantly agrees to one... for reasons only his blood-stained heart understands. 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝘆 has a temper just as volatile. The only daughter of London's businessman Omkara Roy, she has no interest in Indian traditions or being controlled. But when she's forced to return to India for a marriage she didn't agree to, her world turns chaotic. She just wanted her freedom. Not a husband with eyes full of fire and fists that have tasted blood. This isn't your typical arranged marriage romance. This is obsession, wrapped in tradition and sealed with danger. -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 2 ⋆༺ ٠࣪⭑ ༻⋆

"Huh..??? wh-what are you..." as he came closer she steps backward until her back touched the wall " .... doing" she completed her sentence with shuttering "How dare you!!" he came more closer to her and put his both the hands of either side of the wall blocking her. "who was that man???!!" he whispers in her left side of the ear in dark voice and brushed his lips on her earlobes , she shivers a little and look down. he put his thumb on her jawline, caressed it and lift her chin up so she can face him directly, their faces were just inches apart he rubbed his hand roughly on her cheek and looks deep in her eyes and again said in a dark voice making her scared "I am asking you something my rose!" .. she don't know what to say. she was just looking in his eyes with fear fully visible in her eyes. "Answer me rose.... now" he whispered with a dark smirk on his face. "He...He ..He wa-was just.." She knew he wouldn't harm her but still she was scared as hell and couldn't able to speak properly."a fr-friend" wary was visible all over her face "you know you are mine and no other man has right to look at you and he even touched you...huh!!! how that little piece of shit dared to touch you , how?" ************************************ Ananya Mishra ✿ Good at singing, dancing and drawing. she loves designing also .she is a book girlie, kind hearted, horrible past and has childhood trauma, talkative, didn't think before uttering any nonsense, Beautiful as hell , that every second person fall for her even if it's a girl 😭 lol .... Abhiraj Singh ♡♡⁠ Perfect at everything he does , has symptoms of psycho 😁, loves blood ,had worst past ever, obsessed to black ( soon to get obsessed with someone else also🫣) , Is ruthless, merciless, cruel , devil side ( hidden soft side only for her) , is known as married to his business, has only trusted bestfriend who is mafia boss 😭 ... HE CAN LIVE WITHOUT BREATHING BUT HER, IMPOSSIBLE!!