"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 .

'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝒙 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✨ 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 & 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑫𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒗 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒗𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 . 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 , 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰...𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

The room felt smaller than it was. Or maybe-it was just him. Naina stumbled back as Shiv moved forward. Not fast. Not angry. Just... certain. Every step he took seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. "Shiv... please," her voice shook. He didn't stop. He looked at her with the same detached focus he used for a police report. "Why do you keep pushing me to this, Naina?" he asked quietly. Her back hit the wall. Cold. Hard. No space left. "I didn't do anything..." she whispered. "You always say that," he replied. His voice was calm. Controlled. It was a thousand times worse than anger. She tried to bolt past him, but his hand caught her wrist. The grip was unyielding-a set of human shackles. "Don't," he said. The word was a final decree. Her heart pounded violently. "Let go..." His face came closer, his breath hot and terrifyingly intimate against her ear. "I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered. A pause. Her breath hitched. "...but you don't listen." Tears blurred her vision. Her body went still-not because she wanted to, but because she was paralyzed. And there was nowhere left to run. 🏅#1 in #policeofficer on 23/5/2026 🏅#1 in #husbandandwife on 25/5/2026

#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.)