SUMMARY A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanvi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. The name echoed through every corridor of HAU like a warning and a promise. Final-year student. Student Union President. Son of Haryana's Chief Minister. The boy whose presence commanded respect without demanding it. Rudra Chaudhary AND On other hand Anika is a confident and intelligent Delhi girl who joins HAU Hisar as a new student. She is practical, observant, and emotionally strong, but slightly reserved when it comes to unfamiliar places and people. Coming from a modern city background, she carries a calm attitude and prefers thinking before reacting. But There is a secret that Anika has been tied to someone from that family since childhood through an unspoken arrangement. While their families share trust and history, Anika feels an unexplained fear toward him-a person she barely knows yet cannot avoid. As she packs, laughs with her family, and tries to stay normal, one question stays with her-how will she face him after all these years? If you want to know more, you'll have to read the story. It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. English is not my first language (This story includes Haryanvi or Hindi words)

A ruthless mafia heir. A girl he forgot... carrying the child he never wanted. When betrayal forces Meera into Aarav's world, she brings two secrets: - One, she's pregnant. - Two, it's his. He doesn't want her. He doesn't want the baby. But when the world comes to harm them- He becomes the monster that protects what he never meant to love. > He married her out of duty. He stayed because of blood. He falls-because of her. Trope :- 👑 Forced Marriage × 🍼 Secret Pregnancy × 🔫 Indian Mafia × ❤️‍🔥 Enemies to Lovers

Married to a man who never wanted her, Kavya learns to live in silence. Siddharth Agnihotri, a cold and powerful CEO, made it clear-this marriage is nothing but a contract. But when she carries his child, everything changes... or does it? Neglected, unseen, and slowly breaking, Kavya begins to lose herself-until the day she stops trying. And that's the day Siddharth finally starts to notice. This is my first time writing something 🥲 Story is mine. Images are all AI. Hope you enjoy reading! Do not hate...I'm sensitive af.

"Now why don't you start telling me, what that motherf**ker was doing at your house yesterday...?" "Ethan, please..., I-" she let out, despite the throbbing ache. "Here's the thing, cara mia," he snarled in her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin like that of a scalding iron rod, "I don't tolerate opponents, I destroy them. So, listen to me and believe me when I say, I'm going to ruin him so bad that he will curse the day he was born and curse the day he laid his unworthy eyes on you. And this is a f*cking promise!" ~~~ HE WAS UNHINGED; SHE WAS HIS ELIXIR HE WAS ADDICTED; SHE WAS HIS DRUG HE WAS WISTFUL; SHE WAS HIS FANTASY At seventeen, moving to a new place, to Queensland, was supposed to entail a fresh beginning for Maryam Dias and her mother. A sanctuary for healing. A hiding place from the memories of what was lost. But for Maryam, it was just the beginning of a new hazard and unfortunate misery awaiting at her doorstep. And this time, escaping may just be out of her hands. Queensland, Australia is ruled by the Mafia families, and Ethan Russo just so happens to be the son of the most powerful Mafia Don. When Ethan sees her, he wants to keep her, restrained, isolated, and at his mercy, away from all prying eyes. With emotions that borderline obsession and eyes that promise her of insanity, there is no escape for Maryam, as she becomes a mere spectator while he ruins her life and her, caging her and molding her to his heart's desire. What is she to do when all odds are against her and the haven she sought after happens to be a playground for the Mafia ruler's son? Will her prayers for a life of freedom ever come true? If yes, then at what cost...? Trigger warning: violence, sexual abuse, physical abuse, racism, substance abuse, and self-harm. The book is DARK, DARK, and DARK. This contains both Book 1 (completed) and Book 2 of Ruining Innocence series. ~~ Join my patreon page for faster and earlier updates: patreon.com/shaziyakhanwrites

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

"Come with me, Hazel. Just once, give me a chance. I promise everything will be okay," he had whispered, his voice a low, urgent plea. But Hazel, even in her weakened state, had surprised him. Her response, a breathless, whispered "no," had been a stark rejection of his offer, a painful reminder of the depth of her distrust. His eyes had hardened, a flicker of his old self returning, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew she wasn't to blame. He had shattered her trust, and it was his responsibility to rebuild it, brick by painful brick. But for now, he had to resort to his second option, a more drastic measure, one that he had hoped to avoid. He reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the cold, metallic cylinder of a syringe. He removed the cap, the sharp glint of the needle a chilling reflection of his desperate resolve. He filled it with a clear liquid, a potent sedative, his gaze fixed on Hazel, who was nervously fidgeting with her fingers, oblivious to the impending betrayal. Without a moment' s hesitation, he had pulled her into a tight embrace, her body stiffening in his arms. And then, with a swift, decisive movement, he had plunged the needle into her shoulder, emptying the contents of the syringe into her bloodstream. He felt her body go limp in his arms, her head lolling back, a silent surrender to the powerful sedative. He placed a soft, almost tender kiss on her forehead, a strange mixture of remorse and grim determination etched on his face. Then, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and walked out of the apartment, leaving behind the quiet sanctuary that had briefly offered Hazel a fragile hope. The door closed behind him, a silent testament to the chilling efficiency of his calculated deception.

She came to Cambridge to study. He came to watch her. Prudence Hale has never been noticed. Not in her small Ohio town, not by the boys who never asked her out, not by the parents too tired to see her brilliance. But when she steps into her first lecture at Cambridge, someone is already watching. Lucian Langford is everything she's not-wealthy, unreadable, terrifyingly brilliant. He doesn't chase. He decides. And he's decided her. As the shadows of Cambridge close in, Prudence finds herself caught in a quiet obsession that feels like fate. But Lucian doesn't want love. He wants possession. And once he sees her, he doesn't look away. A dark-academia romance about innocence, obsession, and the boy who never learned how to let go.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

In the quiet village where tradition binds and secrets fester, Veda, a sweet and innocent girl, is bound by a twisted fate. Raised under the protection of Mahesh, her powerful and dangerous cross-cousin, she has always felt the weight of his cold, possessive gaze. But Mahesh, a ruthless man with a thirst for power and blood, harbors a darker obsession-one that pulls him toward Veda with an intensity he cannot control. Despite her innocence, Veda is drawn to him, caught between the fear of his cruelty and a twisted desire she can't escape. To Mahesh, Veda is more than family; she is an object of obsession, and he will stop at nothing to claim her-body, soul, and blood. His love is warped by violence and control, and he longs to see her broken, both emotionally and physically. His fantasies are consumed with images of her surrendering to him, naked and drenched in the crimson of passion and blood. As their lives collide in a dangerous dance of desire and dread, Veda is trapped in the storm of his love-a love that will either consume them both or tear their world apart. Will Veda succumb to his twisted obsession, or can she break free from the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole? In a world where love and hate blur, will there be salvation or destruction? In the grip of obsession, can innocence survive "You can run, but you'll never escape me. Your body, your heart-they're already mine." "I dream of the dark, but I'm afraid to live in it."