I used to save lives. Now, apparently, I ruin them. In the 21st century, I was Dr. Viera Kalin - a top-tier surgeon known for her precision, caffeine addiction, and complete inability to maintain a social life. My only escape from endless night shifts? Reading "The Saint's Blessing" - a fantasy manga about a kind-hearted heroine, her divine healing powers, and her cold but loyal war hero fiancé. Then one night, I fell asleep mid-chapter... and woke up inside the story. As Lady Viera Kallistrate - the villainess. The jealous noblewoman doomed to lose her title, her love, and her head for obsessing over the male lead, General Ronan Valeis. Well, not this time. I might have her name and her face, but I'm rewriting her fate. Step 1: Cancel the engagement before the plot begins. Step 2: Keep my divine healing powers very secret. Step 3: Avoid the dangerously attractive general like he's a medical hazard. Simple, right? Except Ronan's returned early from war - bloodstained, breathtaking, and very confused by my sudden change of heart. Instead of relief, his reaction is... curiosity. Now he's following me around like a lovesick knight, showing up to my clinic with "injuries" that definitely don't require treatment, and saying things like- "If you truly wish to end this engagement, my lady... why does it hurt to let you go?" I was supposed to survive quietly. But when the villainess refuses to play her part... the story itself might just fall in love with her.

"I've been to Paris many times before but this time I found 𝑀𝑦 Love in the city of love." 𝑹𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. These are the words the world uses to describe 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆-a man cloaked in power and darkness. The devil in disguise, wearing the face of an angel. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of his enemies... and even his own blood dares not cross him. Feared by many. Respected by all. The billionaire CEO. The merciless Mafia King. He never believed in love. He never intended to fall. But the moment his icy blue gaze met her warm honey eyes- he fell to his knees... and he's stayed there ever since. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. Graceful. Fierce. Unapologetically kind. She is 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡, the only daughter of the royal Rajvansh family, the golden girl of Rajasthan. A self-made fashion mogul, CEO of the luxury brand Desire. Adored by all, protected like a treasure. With a smile that could calm storms and a presence that demanded loyalty, she was beauty wrapped in fire. And when her honeyed gaze met those stormy blue orbs, she didn't just see a man- she saw her destiny. The world calls him a monster. But to her, he is simply Maan. Her home. Her protector. Her madness. "𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡... 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎout

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

[YANDERE REVERSE HAREM x F!READER] You never expected your former best friend to hand over her obsessive admirers to you. Now, those dangerously devoted men have turned their obsession toward you -and they won't take no for an answer. ‼️All the artwork I used are not mine.‼️

1980s Kavya's marriage was fixed with mukhiya.... manviksinh Rathod... Every girl dreams of getting married and lead a good life But will he be caring or just use her like every other men did at that time... only few women could get love from their husband and she prayed to be one of those lucky women. Manvik × Kavya ________💗

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

Mayuri's world was simple, yet beautiful. She lived in her own little bubble, surrounded by books, music, and the love of her life, Rishab. They had been together since college, and Mayuri had given him her heart, trusting him with her deepest secrets. But little did she know, Rishab had been hiding a dark secret. A secret that would shatter Mayuri's world and leave her shattered. One fateful night, Mayuri's life took a drastic turn. Rishab betrayal cut deeper than any knife ever could. He sold her to the most powerful man in the city, Angraj Singhaniya, a man feared by all. Mayuri's screams were drowned out by the sound of Rishab's laughter, echoing in her mind as she was dragged away from the only life she had ever known. The lights of the city blurred together as she was taken to Angraj's mansion, a place where her worst nightmares would come to life. And as she stepped into the darkness, Mayuri's heart whispered a haunting question: Would she ever find her way back to the light? What will happen when two opposite pole will cross thier path ? Will Mayuri be able to escape from the devil? . Warning ⚠️ #dark romance #toxic #mature content #18+ only

#book 2 of Mafia series It is said that a love story is not complete until the love is complete. The difficulties of Rishabh and Anokhi's life were over, everyone had taken revenge for every bad thing that happened in their life, but everyone's love was yet to be complete. So get ready for that journey of love which has many shades. The story which was left incomplete in the first....will be completed here with the lot's of twist and suspense...

" Leave me. " She whimpered in pain feeling his hard grip on her wrist and in result he tighten his hold more . He opened the door of his bedroom and her whole body shivered. " Ahh. " She moaned in pain as soon as he threw her on the bed making her body bounce. " Please don't hurt me. " She whispered and startes to drag herself back in fear seeing him. " I told you to not disobey me. " He snarled taking off his wrist watch. " I want to go home... Please let me go. " She whispered in fear. " this is your home!. " He shout and in response she immediately closed her eyes. " No this isn't my house!. " She shout in frustration and next she was laying under him. " Then let me remind you where is your house, who is your owner, ME!... I AM YOUR OWNER!. " He shout and smashed his lips. -------- Possession