He was known for saving hearts. Cold. Composed. Untouchable. Dr. DEVANSH RAJPUT never allowed emotions to interfere with his perfectly controlled life-until one wedding changed everything. One glimpse of her Dr.MEERA MAHER was enough. While she laughed beneath golden lights and twirled like the world had never hurt her, something dangerously silent awakened inside him. She was never meant to be his She was going to marry his cousin Armaan But when a scandal destroys the wedding overnight, Devansh steps in as the family's savior-calm enough to fix the chaos no one saw coming. Now trapped in a marriage built on secrets, the Meera slowly finds herself drawn toward the man everyone trusts. The man who watches too closely. The man who notices everything. The man whose silence feels far more dangerous than anger. Was the scandal truly fate or was planned Because some obsessions do not scream. They destroy in silence. ━━━

Thud* A tight slap landed on Aarav Raizada's cheek. All the people in the party gasped, eyes wide in shock as they saw a girl standing defiantly before him. "How dare you touch me," Vedika's voice was sharp with fury. "I didn't touch you, you stupid girl." Aarav shouted, his face red with anger and humiliation. "Go to hell, Mr. Raizada," Vedika retorted, turning to leave. Before she could take a step, Aarav grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, "I didn't touch you, but you slapped me. Now I'll show you what happens when Aarav Raizada decides to touch." his eyes blazing with anger. Vedika's confusion quickly turned to shock as Aarav forcefully gripped her face and pressed his lips harshly against hers, right in front of all the media and guests. Cameras flashed, capturing the scandalous moment.

DRAMA. MYSTERY. ROMANCE She became his desires. His need. His only possession. And his lethal obsession. And his obsession become a biggest curse in her life. **** Her denial infuriated him more, his blood boiled in anger. Grabbing her chin up, he made her look at him. Her terrified orbs clashed with his deadly charcoal eyes. ''Please.'' She said clasping her hands around his which was holding her chin. She pleaded him with her teary eyes while his blazing gaze never shifted from her. "You think, your sorry can make everything better like before? Your sorry can't save you from me. Trust me, you can't even imagine what I can do to you. So you should keep your mouth shut and come with me home quietly." He warned and threatened her. And she shakes in fear and helplessness. She just wanted to run away from here and hide somewhere. She doesn't know the man who was standing in front of her right now. He was hurting her, scaring her and behaving like a monster. The man she knows he was different. Hell different from him, his hold was perfect for her fragile body, his voice which was heaven peace for her and his touch which was gentle unlike this. "No... no. I don't want to go anywhere with you... I don't want to be with you anymore." She move her head hysterically and tried to free herself but instead, she get more pain when he tightened his hold on her and dig his fingers on her waist. "You are scaring me," she confessed meekly crying and her breath get uneven. "Oh! Sweetheart, I didn't do anything yet and you are already scared of me? Then what will you do when I'll punish you for your betrayal?" The threat hidden in his words causes a shiver down her spine and she feels intimidated. "Just come with me or you will see the worst side of me. " He stated simply. The rage and fury in his eyes made her body start trembling ferociously. *** GENRE : DARK ROMANCE Cover by : @authorzysha ***

"He's bad Aisha.. he killed our mother.." She kneels down on the cold earth, her hands clenching the edge of the headstone as she sobs. The wind howls like the grief in her heart, and the rain pours like the tears on her face. She speaks to the buried grave, her voice trembling with pain. Suddenly, the air shifts, and she feels a presence behind her. She turns, and her eyes meet his. He stands there, looking relieved to have found her. He approaches cautiously, taking in her tear-streaked face and the distress in her voice. He raised a hand in front of her. "Ghar chaliye Aadhya..." He said in an unwavering tone. "Mujhe nahi Jana..please mujhe jaane dijiye" she retreats back. "Aadhya.. mujhe majboor mat kariye. Anjaam aap seh nahi paayengi.." He says in a stern voice. He was a man obsessed, driven by an undeniable and dangerous fixation on her. His love, driven by possessiveness, bordered on the line of obsession. He would do anything to keep her by his side, no matter the cost.

She fell in love... Siddharth - a man who had everything, except peace. Niyati - a girl who trusted her loneliness more than people. Their story began with love... but between them stood a painful past, an obsession, and a girl... who could never let Siddharth belong to someone else. Some love stories are never completed... they only destroy. *I Was Never Yours* is a story where the pain runs deeper than love...

!!DON'T JUDGE MY BOOK WITH STARTING 4 CHAPTERS would be ur loss!! "How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

📖 Ishq : Written in Blood On the night of her wedding, she watched the man she was forced to marry press a gun against her father's temple-his cold eyes daring anyone to defy him. He was a monster. Yet hours later, the same monster carried her in his arms as if she were made of glass. Saanvi Shukla's world shatters the moment she is bound to Kabir Rana-a man of power, danger, and secrets that bleed darker than midnight. His presence suffocates, his touch consumes, and his silence terrifies her more than his words ever could. But the truth is crueler than the man himself. Because hidden beneath Kabir's ruthless mask lies a past carved in betrayal, obsession, and blood-threads that tie directly to Saanvi's family. Every secret he keeps is a knife. Every truth he hides could destroy her. And every time she runs, fate drags her back into his arms. This is not a fairytale. It's love written in fire. It's desire written in scars. It's Ishq Written in Blood. Are you ready to bleed with them? 🖤 Because your Author is definitely ready to bleed with them....🫀🖤 With so much Love _Ashka💕

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

"Why..why me?? I'm not your S*X toy or any prostitute!!" Mayra asked with teary eyes and a hoarse tone. Ishaan smirked devilishly as he dangerously leaned closer to her lips, "If I want, I can make you my Fu*k toy. Even better, My BED WARMER!" "You Ba*tard!!!" Mayra shouted furiously as she wanted to smash his head with her tiny little hands. ............. Mayra Kashyap, An abandoned illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family with a sick twin brother. She's desperately trying to make ends meet by working all sorts of odd jobs. But being a fu*k toy is not one of them. She was oblivious to her beauty but a walking seduction to men. Never in her life, had she imagined that her first Kiss, Love, and S*X will be with the living DEVIL, Ishaan Malhotra, a famous Billionaire who rules the business world. No one could dare to look into his icy cold eyes until she crashed into his life and had a Wild One Night Stand! The attraction between them was so intense, and so were their fears. But fear of what? A story about two destined people who fall for each other, but the painful separation is bound to make them miserable. Is it possible to make the Ruthless Business Tycoon beg on his knees to win her back?? A romance filled with Lust, Humour, and Love! Join Mayra and Ishaan on their crazy ride of life...!!! 18+ Super Steamy Erotic Romance

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.