"Silly girl, women like you are only for pleasure... So, serve your purpose." He stopped right near my ear and completed his words seductively, "And satisfy me." Zaviyaar Sheikh, a highly manipulative and savage mafia leader of the middle east had everything in his palm. Living a nonchalant yet risky life, nothing excited him until one day he met a tempting dancer. Aalifa Niyaz, also known as Noor-e-Jaan. At first it meant nothing, she was nothing but a prey but before he knew it. He developed an obsession towards her. The woman who left him enticed to the point he was willing to break all his ethical boundaries just to make her his mistress. To cage her from this world. But, she was no easy prey. She would struggle till the end to save herself from the monster who set his eyes on her. And, when Zaviyaar had locked his target, nothing could stop him either. [Installment of "THE VICIOUS LEADERS" Series: 4th Mafia Ace: Heathen, Zaviyaar Sheikh]

WARNING : Abuse and trigger scenes present. Read with risk and get ready for an emotional suspense thriller journey with tissue boxes [Started on 2020, Rewritten and Republished on 2024] "I married you, but that doesn't mean you can control my life," he growled in anger. I flinched at his harsh voice, tears forming in my eyes. "For the world, you will be my wife, but in reality, you are nothing to me." My last hope of mending this relationship shattered into pieces. "Listen very carefully: never dare to raise your voice at me. Understood?" I nodded slowly. "And only answer me if I ask you something. Is that clear?" His tone was dangerously low. Feeling scared, I nodded without looking at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He put his finger under my chin and raised my head. His eyes were full of arrogance and cruelty. My vision blurred with each passing second. His grip on my chin was strong and painful. "Now answer," he ordered in a husky voice. "Ye-Yes," I replied in my shaky voice. ☆_____☆ A girl who believes in true love and soulmates. A boy who has lost his faith in love and soulmates. He is fire. She is ice. He is full of sorrow and sadness. She is full of happiness. He is dark as night. She is bright as the sky. Aditya Singhania, 27 years old. Tall, handsome, CEO of Singhania Group of Companies. He is cold, rude, and arrogant in the business world, but sweet to his family. He has anger issues and lost his faith in love and relationships due to a bitter past. Kritika Rai, a 24 years old. Doctor by profession. Bubbly, chirpy, and full of happiness. She believes in love and soulmates. What will happen when they are bound together in the holy thread of marriage? Will they remain consumed by their hatred, or will this loveless marriage find a new beginning? **Note:** This book solely belongs to me, and no one has the right to copy the content. If anyone notices the storyline anywhere else, please inform me.

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

He's a self-made man with silent insecurities. She's a princess from a world he never imagined being part of. Abhishek, an orphan with a kind heart and steady job at a tech company, lives a simple middle-class life. All he ever wanted was stability-and maybe someone to call his own. He never imagined that someone would be her. Prachi Sharma, the only daughter of a wealthy business family in Gurugram, has lived a life of comfort and protection. When her father-who treats Abhishek like a son-announces her arranged marriage to the soft-spoken employee she's never even met, her world shifts overnight. Two shy souls. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. With innocence in their hearts and hesitation in their eyes, will they be able to build something real? Or will the differences in their worlds build walls between their hearts? A tender story of awkward glances, quiet love, emotional healing, and two virgins discovering what it means to belong-not just in marriage, but in each other's lives.

"Ahhh, leave me...I am sorry...please" A girl was begging and dragging by a very muscular man, was crying but the man was very deaf to hear her pleadings. He brought her to his room and threw her on the bed. He threw her ghungroo on the floor. "You want to dance, right? Then dance as much as you want but only in front of me, but next time you won't dance outside to this room, this is not your fucking brothel and you're just my prostitute so you are here only to entertain me." ************ "You wanted to become my wife, right? So, let's make you mine...." In a very dark room a girl was whimpering in a corner. She was too scared to look up but the man who was in front of her was not in the mood to show mercy on her. ************ "I can't marry you...and you can't force me to-" Before she could complete her sentence a very rough lips met to hers and shut her up. "You have to become my wife, Dhani! Because you caught my attention, beautiful" ************** The Sherawat brothers, the very powerful men in the business world and the black world. They belong to a very royal and famous family. This family has some strict rules which are followed by each and every family member. But are the new members able to follow their rules or not? 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧:- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Warning: This story contains non- consensual sex, sexual assault, domestic violence and emotional manipulation A Tale of Betrayal, Jealousy, and Injustice in a Traditional Household In the suffocating confines of the Sharma household, Aradhya has spent six years as the devoted first wife, managing every aspect of domestic life single-handedly. Despite her unwavering dedication and gentle nature, she carries the burden of being unable to provide an heir-a failure that haunts both her and the family's expectations. When Radhika arrives as the second wife, specifically chosen to fulfill what Aradhya cannot, the household's dynamics shift dramatically. Pregnant with the long-awaited heir, Radhika becomes the golden child of the family, while Aradhya's worth diminishes in everyone's eyes. Consumed by jealousy and insecurity, Radhika orchestrates a cruel deception. She poisons kheer that Aradhya lovingly prepared as a peace offering, then falsely accuses her of attempted murder. The accusation leads to a brutal beating that leaves Aradhya broken and imprisoned, while the family readily believes the worst of their hardworking daughter-in-law. When Vijay finally uncovers the truth, he expects justice. Instead, he discovers something far more devastating-a family so blinded by their desire for an heir that they're willing to sacrifice an innocent woman's dignity and well-being to protect their precious hope for the future. Character Dynamics Aradhya: The tragic protagonist whose years of silent service and devotion count for nothing when measured against her inability to conceive Radhika: The manipulative second wife who uses her pregnancy as both weapon and shield Vijay: A man torn between his growing understanding of his first wife's worth and his family's expectations Meena: The matriarch whose desperation for an heir blinds her to basic human decency Priya and Anandi: Family members who witness injustice but remain complicit in the system

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."