Three years ago, Eleanor was married off to billionaire Alexander Sinclair, a man whose striking looks hide a heart shaped by vengeance. Alexander believes Eleanor's father helped destroy the only woman he loved: Isla Johnson, who was kidnapped and murdered days after Eleanor became his wife. So he makes Eleanor pay with rules she can't break. A life she can't escape and a marriage that feels more like a prison than a promise. But when the men who started it all are gone, Alexander still doesn't set her free. He tightens the leash. Because Eleanor isn't just his revenge anymore. She's his obsession. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️: This story includes abusive relationship dynamics, severe power imbalance, coercive control, and a highly obsessive male lead. The female protagonist is in a situation where she is effectively trapped and not operating with full autonomy for significant portions of the story. It also includes sexual content involving coercion and morally questionable or non-consensual dynamics. This is a dark romance story and is not meant to be interpreted as a healthy relationship or idealized behavior. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, do not continue reading. This is the only warning provided. Read at your own risk.

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

Five years into marriage, he is still unreachable. A marriage that looks perfect from the outside, he is a self-made CEO-distant, disciplined, untouched by warmth. Successful, controlled, and impossibly cold. She is his wife-quietly strong, the steady presence in a house ruled by restraint. She once had a life of her own. Now she has twin toddlers, quiet faith, and a husband who keeps his heart locked away. They share a past neither of them names-one shaped by loss, choices made too fast, and emotions left unfinished. He doesn't believe in God. She never stopped. Their life looks settled. It isn't. Because some marriages begin long before love... and some silences exist for a reason.

Naina Verma never imagined her first job posting would bring her to the unfamiliar streets of Haryana. Far away from her small town, family, and comfort, she struggles to adjust to a place filled with silence, fear, and strangers who never feel safe. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Daksh Lohchab - Daksh is exactly the kind of person Naina should stay away from. Yet behind his rough exterior lies an unexpected calm... a strange sense of protection she cannot explain. In a city that scares her every day, Daksh slowly becomes the only thing that feels safe. A story of fear, loneliness, protection, and a love that begins where comfort ends.

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

She stood in front of the dressing table, lightly spraying perfume on her pulse points, stealing one last glance at her reflection. The white and pink floral chiffon saree clung to her perfectly, making her look effortlessly beautiful. Behind her, her husband appeared, wrapped in a towel around his waist, trying to catch his reflection in the mirror. But she blocked his view. "How long are you going to stand there staring at yourself? Move," he said, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice, grabbing her shoulder to nudge her aside. She didn't budge, deliberately lingering, pretending to fuss with her neckpiece, enjoying the slight flare of his temper. His eyes flicked to her bare neck. No mangalsutra. He let out a long sigh and, without a word, picked it up from the dressing table and draped it around her neck from behind. She frowned. "No, this will ruin my outfit," she protested, her voice tinged with mock annoyance. "You're too beautiful to go out without it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair back from her shoulder. "The world needs to know that you're owned." He reached for the comb, fingers brushing hers as he did. "No one owns me," she snapped, spinning to face him. He smirked, running the comb through his hair with lazy confidence. "I'm your wife, and you're my husband," she said, pointing a finger at him, her eyes blazing. "We're equals. No one owns anyone, understood?" He leaned closer, his voice low and steady. "No. I own you, and you own me." With that, he tossed the cold comb onto the table. Her eyes followed the comb, and she shot him a sharp glare before storming out of the room. He rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and went back to getting ready. He yearns for love that feels like home - a bond to claim, a heart to protect. She dreams of freedom - to live on her own terms, to be her own strength. When his need for belonging meets her need for freedom, will love give them wings or chains?

Katha stood frozen. Then he said it. His gun still pointed at her. Quiet. Final. Deadly in its calmness. "Pyar kiya tha tumse kabhi isliye aaj jaane de rhe hain" "Agar kabhi dobara mere raaste mein aayi na..." A pause. His gaze locked on hers. Not warm anymore Not familiar. Completely gone. "...toh Adhrit nahi." Another pause. "Adhrit Singh Ranawat milega tumhe. Aur uske liye tum sirf ek naam hogi-ek yaad jo woh kab ka dafn kar chuka hoga," he said, voice stripped of everything familiar, like the last trace of warmth had been burned out of it. A pause. His eyes stayed on her-steady, unreadable, unrecognizable. "Ek stranger se zyada kuch nahi hogi tum," he continued, each word falling heavier than the last, "aur agar raaste mein aayi mere toh acche se jaanti ho kya anjaam hota hai hamare dushmano ka." The sentence didn't rise in anger. Like a verdict already passed. His hand moved sharply. And before she could even process it- he grabbed the pendant from his neck. The same pendant she had once placed there herself. Hands trembling slightly that day, smiling like she was sealing a promise only love could understand. He looked at it for half a second. Just half. Long enough for something to flicker across his face. Then his grip tightened. And he pulled it off. Katha's breath caught. "No-Adhrit, woh-" He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Tumne diya tha na?" he said flatly. A pause. Then colder- "Tumhara jhooth tumhe muba rakho." Before she could react- he threw it. Not gently. Not carelessly. But like discarding something that had no right to exist anymore. Read to find out what happens next 😉 Do follow for updates ❤️✨

Dark Romance! I was betrothed to a man the world feared. Victor Volkov, the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. A man carved from control and violence, who ruled with silence and destroyed without hesitation. This marriage was never meant to be love. It was an alliance. Power bound in blood and signatures. And I was the price. Men like him don't love. They take. They cage. They own. From the moment I stepped into his world, I knew one thing: I would never be free again. Because Victor doesn't let go of what belongs to him. But what he doesn't know... is that I didn't walk into his life as a victim. I came with a mind sharp enough to study the monster who thinks he's untouchable. He watches me like I'm something fragile. Something to break. Something to keep locked away from the world. And sometimes... I let him think that. But every glance I steal, every word I choose, every silence I hold... I'm learning him. Unraveling him. And the more I do... the more dangerous he becomes. Because Victor Volkov is starting to change. His control is slipping in ways no one else can see. His patience is wearing thin. And his obsession with me... is turning into something darker. Something possessive. Something that borders on madness. He doesn't just want me. He wants to own me. Body. Mind. Soul. And the terrifying part? A part of me... doesn't want to escape. Because the deeper I fall into his world of power, sin, and control. The more I realize... I was never meant to survive him. I was meant to become his.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)