Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

"Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, princess see? Your papa is alright" He said softly and stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between in hiccups She hugged him tightly like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why God gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then at her Mr. Handsome And burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

⚠️ TW : contains violence

She had everything- A glittering skyline at her window, parents who adored her, a lover who swore the stars would bow to her smile. At twenty-eight, Aarika Singhania ruled her empire-a company she'd built from dust and ambition. She was everything which a girl dreams of. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. Until one night-screeching tires, shattered glass, and then-nothing. When she opened her eyes again... the world wasn't hers anymore. A cramped bedroom. Faded walls. Two small faces staring at her with tear-filled eyes- "Mommy?" Her reflection in the cracked mirror was a stranger-twenty-one, tired, beautiful in a way that carried pain. A ring on her finger, a man's shirt hanging on the door, and two toddlers calling her mother. The CEO of a billion-dollar company... now a young wife in a life she never lived. Who was the woman she replaced? Where did her own body go? And can she return to the world that once bowed to her name- or is she destined to rewrite her fate in this borrowed skin? Her heart says it's a second chance. Her mind whispers it's a trap.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

From Mandap to Madness 2 BOOK TWO: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES When the past becomes present. When love becomes weapon. When truth becomes the most dangerous lie of all. The pieces were moving. The game was accelerating. Viransh learning truths that would reshape everything he thought he knew. Vanya racing toward revelations that would either condemn or save her. And between them-secrets, lies, and a love that was either the most real thing in their lives or the most dangerous lie ever told. In their world, vulnerability was blood in the water. And the sharks were circling.

He doesn't believe in God. She doesn't believe in love. But fate didn't ask for their permission. Ruthless. Feared. Obsessively in control-Rudra Singh Rathora never planned to marry. But when duty calls, he makes the ultimate sacrifice: a marriage of convenience to the innocent sister of his most loyal man. Dhanvi was never supposed to end up in a royal palace-let alone as the bride of a man who stares at her like she's prey and speaks like he's carved from stone. Cold. Distant. Dangerous. But something dark is stirring beneath the marble floors and ancestral curses. A forgotten palace. A whispered prophecy. And a voice that calls her from the shadows: "My Rani sa... my darkest desires await your return." As Dhanvi is pulled deeper into a world of rituals, secrets, and power-Rudra finds himself spiraling. Because the one thing he swore he'd never need is the only thing he can't let go of. In a kingdom where love is a weakness and loyalty is a weapon... Can a girl with trembling hands tame a man with fire in his veins? #DarkRoyalRomance #ArrangedMarriage #IndianRomance #PossessiveHero #WattpadReads #RudraAndDhanvi #CursedPalace #EnemiesToObsession #ForbiddenDesire #WattpadIndia

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.