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.

A Dominating Father-figure Boyfriend and His Delicate Lily-like Heroine. ❝He came to her house, bleeding and uninvited. She gave him coffee-and lost her freedom.❞ In a secluded villa district on the edge of City A, nineteen-year-old music student Liliane lives a quiet, disciplined life. That is, until a man in a bloodstained suit breaks in, locks the door behind him, and calmly says: "Make me coffee." He's not a thief. He's not a beggar. He's Sebastian-cold, powerful, and feared throughout the underground as Mr. Boss. And tonight, he's hiding in her house. A failed assassination. A betrayal from within. A three-year plan hanging by a thread. To survive, Sebastian must vanish from the grid-and Liliane's unlocked door offers the perfect cover. But what begins as a tactical retreat soon spirals into something else. The girl is too quiet. Too obedient. Too easily frightened. And far too beautiful for her own good. As Sebastian tightens his grip on her life-class schedule, phone calls, even the lock on her bedroom door-Liliane begins to realize: This man didn't just break into her home. He's rewriting the rules of her entire existence. She was supposed to be a temporary pawn. But he's already made her his personal territory. A dark, slow-burn romance of obsession, control, and the thin line between protection and possession.

*Amby's Top Pick 2024 ( Romance) After her grandma's death, Nia decides to open an orphanage in her property but what happens when an arrogant Billionaire is determined to take that property. Nia just wanted to protect her home from Billionaire Viraj who's after her property but in doing so she messed up, badly. Will she be able to get out of the messy situation before it's too late? ******* Nia Arora, a lovely, cheerful, independent and rebellious girl. Living a simple life , holding a deepest secret. Her only dream is to open an orphanage. Viraj Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra Empire, arrogant, spoiled brat with a cold attitude. Now, his eyes are set on a particular location for his business, determined to buy that property at any cost... But this time, he had a tiny problem named Nia who's determined to give him a hard time. How would Nia compete with a billionaire when he's hell bound to make her life miserable? What happens when she's stuck with Viraj forever? Read more to find out. Ranked #2 in indianlovestory 25 in #hatelove 55 in #enemiestolovers 23 in #revenge **⚠️ Use of Explicit Language ⚠️**

"𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒎 𝑰?" ֶָ֢ "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆." ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ╰┈➤ ❝𝐇𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 × 𝐀𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚❞ ֶָ֢ . ♛Hriday's bad decisions- so elite! Burdened with emotional scars and haunted by his darkness, yet, in a cruel twist of fate, love turned to ruin when Hriday committed the one unforgivable act that became his life's deepest regret. . ♛Anjana's forgiveness- so unforgettable! A web of deception, hidden enemies, and devastating betrayals threaten not only their love but their very existence. . ♛ Tropes to fuel your romantic delusions ♛ ֶ ✒ Grumpy × Sunshine ✒ CEO × Secretary ✒ Slow Burn Romance ✒ Enemies to Lovers ✒ Rajvansh Royals Romance ֶָ֢ ♛ Will Anjana ever forgive the man who destroyed her? ♛ Or is redemption a luxury even a powerful royalties cannot afford? ♛ Who are the mysterious forces pulling the strings, turning their love story into a battlefield? ♛ And when the truth finally comes to light-will their love survive, or will it burn in the fire of vengeance and heartbreak? ֶָ֢ A tale of passion, regret, and second chances is not just a love story; it's an emotional storm waiting to consume everything in its path. Are you ready to step into the tempest? . Get ready for Amodini's love story, that's as unhinged trends and relatable topics as your feed memes, where every twist is a mood and every moment shouts, ֶָ֢ ╰┈➤"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖-𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣!"

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

"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 .

Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Historical Fiction. Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Spiritual Category. Winner of Best Muslim Readers' Choice Awards: Prince of Knights _____________ Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also known for their bravery and leadership. Faris, son of Sheikh Mubarak a hard-hearted man known among his tribe. No man is brave enough to raise his voice in his presence. His mission was to demolish his enemy's tribe for annihilating one of his men. However, fate decided something new when blood feud was only resolved by his marriage to the daughter of his enemy. Raghad is just like any other Muslim girl, who wishes to marry the man of her dreams but she meets Faris the Knight with no heart. He only fears his Lord his maker and no one else. With no other option to resolve blood feud Raghad steps over her dreams to shield her tribe. Will Faris unbolt the gates of his heart for her? Read to find out what happens in this love story. Prince of Knights, based on a Bedouin lifestyle. FOLLOW TO READ!

I was taught from birth, through force, how to be perfect for him, how to obey everything he said, and how to be his devoted follower. I was being prepared to become his perfect wife. But when he came, he brought someone else with him, making me the happiest person, but not for long. He killed her in front of me just to show that now the place of his wife would only be mine-the place I never wanted. DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT SECTION AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Warnings but first of all I DO NOT CONTAIN RAPE IN MY STORIES.... Dark themes Obsession Forced relationships Manipulation Abuse Drama 18+ scenes But: Happy ending "The first few chapters can sometimes be brief, but not excessively so."