#Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

#Top 1 in India ( 29,30,31/07/2025)(1,2,3/08/25) #Top 2 in India #Top 9 in India #Top 3 in india #Top 6 in India [ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲! ] __________ ☆𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭☆ _________ ✿What will happen when a newly wedded bride shivanya sitting alone in his newly wedded husband room and waiting for him but he doesn't come and she will meet him after 5 months of her wedding✿ Yaksh Shekhawat: With very anger and cold personality. Who is king of Aryagarh, known as Rana sa. CEO of shekhawat industries. Full of tragedic mystery. Anger is such that people's hands and legs start trembling. Even his calm gaze showers embers. He has very high anger issues which only his family members know about except Shivanya. He becomes a demon in anger whom no one has been able to calm him . Will Shivanya be able to live with him? Shivanya yaksh shekhawat : She was like a ice, medicine and cure nature for him. She is goddess of beauty. She is Rani sa or queen of Aryagarh. She had a bad past that was cause of her fear , running from her past but never cured from it. °°Glimpses°° His eyes fall on her parted red lips. She closed her eyes when his breath hits on her lips. She feels hot. Her surroundings give her warm sensation in her all body .But he leaned towards her ear, he blows air making to side the hair straind which plays on her cheeks. She clutch lightly his kurta. His hands caresses her waist by making different patterns makes her lost. She takes a deep breath. " gorgeous.." he huskily whispered near her ears making her tightly gripped on his kurta. He lightly placed his lips on her earlobs. A wave of sensation ran down to her spine. Her cheeks getting more warmed. She hurriedly moved from his hold and going to turn when he stops her by holding her wrist. " Rukiye .." he said.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

Rudra Pratap Ranawat: ​He is a study in controlled power. Rudra Pratap Ranawat is the undisputed King of Rajasthan, a regal figure whose presence silences murmurs and straightens spines. His lineage is visible in his sharp features and the unyielding set of his jaw. Yet, the crown is only half his story. Under the cloak of night, he is "THE KING OF MAFIA," a powerful, feared, and utterly mysterious figure in the underworld. Rudra struggles profoundly with expressing emotion; his face is a granite mask, making him seem perpetually cold and distant. Only one person can consistently breach his defenses: his Dadu. His bond with his grandfather is the single, crucial thread that links him to humanity, the one thing he will go to any length to protect. He carries the weight of two worlds, and the tension of that double life makes him magnetic and dangerous. ​Meera Singh: ​Meera Singh is more than just kind; she is a study in quiet, almost luminous resilience. Her most striking feature is her eyes-large, warm pools that hold both the innocence of a sheltered soul and the pain of constant slight. She moves with a soft grace, a silent presence around the house, perpetually trying to make herself small and unobtrusive. Yet, when injustice flares, her spine straightens, and a small, internal flame ignites. This isn't anger; it's a fierce, unyielding need for truth and fairness. Her kindness is her shield, and her fierce loyalty is her weapon, making her willing to face any storm for those she cherishes. Highest ranking- 1 in #angerissue 1 in #millionaire 6 in #mafialove 2 in #rajasthani 7 in #fear 3 in #caring 2 in #strongfl 5 in #CEO 1 in #trauma 5 in grumpy×sunshine 3 in #enemiestolover 6 in #obsessed 1 in #darkpast The photographs included in this story are used for illustrative purposes only and were found on Pinterest. I do not claim any ownership of these images, and all credit is respectfully given to the original artists and owners."

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

She was born a princess. He was raised like a king. An arranged marriage between two royal families... But what happens when duty slowly turns into desire? Aarohi Singhania never believed in love after marriage. For her, marriage was about sanskaar, responsibility, and reputation. Maanveer Singh Raghuvanshi never believed in showing emotions. For him, love was weakness... until she walked into his life. Between royal traditions, family politics, Bua Sa's strict rules, and Raghuvanshi Haveli's silent tensions... Will their marriage survive the test of ego, power, and hidden feelings? Or will love bloom where it was never meant to exist? This is not just a love story. It's a story of pride, power, and passion.