"Your father's hand was just a warning," he whispered, his voice cold as ice. "The next bullet goes in his head. So, tell me, Priya... will you marry me?" He killed a man for talking to me. He shattered my father's hand for saying no. To save my family, I agreed to marry the monster. But my "yes" was a lie. I'm using this year to plan my escape. If he finds out, we're all dead. This is a story of terrifying obsession, fierce family love, and one girl's desperate fight for freedom.

Ruined by Royalty Two princes. One girl. And a throne stained with lust, power, and obsession. Liyana was never meant to be seen. A palace maid with no name, no voice, and no right to dream. Until they came back. The twin heirs of the empire- Zafir: the cold, ruthless prince with eyes like daggers and a touch that burns. Zuhair: the smooth-talking charmer who tastes like danger and whispers like sin. They rule the palace. They own the night. And somehow... they want her. She tries to run. They corner her. She tries to hide. They crave her. She says no. They don't listen. Trapped between obsession and royalty, Liyana must survive the heat, the hunger, and the twisted game only princes know how to play. She thought monsters wore crowns. She didn't know they'd kiss like gods. This isn't love. This is war. And Liyana is the battlefield. 18+

Gulaab mukhtar khan ; the girl with a bubbly personality; who's laugh and giggles lighten the dark world around her , her beauty was the exact manifestation of her name ; she was the Apple of everyone's eyes , experiencing happiness all her life , she never knew the harsh reality of world untill a certain man with deep black eyes entered her life , uninvited ! and caused a havoc ... Ebek Sherdil awarkzai ; the rising young narcisstic politician, who never cared for anyone in his life , not even his parents; untill he caught the sight of an innocent 19 year old girl , he still don't know what intrigued him , what was so different about her ? He takes whatever his heart desires and he's planing to claim that girl as his own whether by love or by force....

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Rudra..." she breathed, her voice trembling with shame and longing. "This is... wrong." He lifted his head, eyes burning with something fierce. "No," he whispered against her skin, "not when I've already chosen you as my wife." His hand slid down her waist, possessive but tender. "Not when I will stand with you in front of fire and vows." Her heart stuttered painfully, her throat tightening with truth she could no longer deny. "But... until then..." He silenced her again with a kiss-this one deeper, intoxicating, leaving her breathless. "Until then," he murmured against her lips, "let me love you." She closed her eyes, her resistance dissolving like sugar in warmth. And she let him. Let the man who wasn't her husband... but would be, soon... show her what it meant to be wanted, cherished, worshipped. Perhaps the biggest mistake of dilan Malik... Is believing his love for her.. Oblivious that this very love and night will haunt her forever... ...

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.

Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

Nandini's POV "Do you like it, little bird?" Hukum asked softly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't even look at him. The mere fact that I was sitting so close to him made my heart race uncontrollably. This was wrong. So wrong. He was the mighty Rajvanshi heir. The man everyone feared. And I... I was nothing more than a servant's daughter. Someone who never belonged in his world. Someone who should never have been here. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred my vision. Without thinking, I pushed against his chest and quickly tried to move away. I needed distance. I needed to breathe. But before I could take even a single step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. With one pull, I was back beside him. My breath caught. "We're not done yet, wifey." The word hit me harder than it should have. Wifey. My stomach twisted painfully. I shook my head. "I'm not your wife." My voice came out weaker than I intended. "That marriage..." I swallowed. "It was a mistake." For a moment, silence filled the room. Dangerous silence. The kind that made my heart pound harder. Slowly, Hukum stood. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Unreadable. And then- A small smile appeared on his lips. The kind of smile that sent chills down my spine. "A mistake?" he repeated quietly. He took a step toward me. Then another. And another. Until my back hit the wall. Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. His gaze dropped briefly to the mangalsutra resting against my throat before returning to my eyes. And what he said next made the blood drain from my face. "Then tell me, little bird..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Something that should not have existed. Something that could destroy everything I believed. "If our marriage was a mistake..." His fingers tightened around it. "Then why do I have this?" --- To be continued... 🔥

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

They say Spain is the most beautiful country in Europe. Tourists see golden beaches, vibrant festivals, and cities bathed in sunlight. They never see the darkness hiding beneath it all. They never see the empire that controls the shadows behind the government, the law, and every powerful institution in the country. The Morozov. For decades, the Morozov family has ruled Spain from the shadows, feared by politicians, judges, and criminals alike. At the center of that empire stands Dahlia Katya Morozov......the only daughter of Dimitri Morozov, the most feared man in Spain. Dahlia is no princess waiting to be rescued. She is a weapon. Raised to command, trained to kill, and involved in every dirty corner of the Morozov empire, she is as ruthless as the men who fear her name. Cold. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Until one night. A celebration in the Morozov mansion brings together the most powerful figures of the underworld. Dahlia stands at the center of it all, queen of her empire, believing no one could ever challenge her. Then he walks in. Zayden Mateo Castillo. A man feared across continents. A legend. A nightmare in human form. He has power, wealth, and an empire built on blood. There is nothing left for him to conquer. Until he sees her. One look is all it takes. For the first time in his life, Zayden becomes obsessed. He wants her. Not for a night. Not for a season. Forever. And he will do anything in his power to make her his. But Dahlia refuses to bow. She meets his obsession with defiance, his power with resistance, and his darkness with ice-cold determination. As desire turns into obsession and obsession threatens to become war, two of the most powerful empires in the underworld collide. The question is no longer whether Zayden wants Dahlia. The question is how far he is willing to go to make her his. And whether Dahlia Morozov will bring the most dangerous man alive to his knees or destroy them both. "If you guys want detailed description, then swipe next"