˙˚ʚ₍ 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘂×𝗔𝘃𝗻𝗶 ₎ɞ˚ #Top6 in india~1/5/26. He asked. He tried every possible way to make her his. But her being scared of him refused everytime. ｡:.ﾟ𝐒𝐨, 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐩.:｡+ﾟ By filling her hairline with sindoor he married her against her wishes. Now she is trapped in a marriage with the man she fears the most. She calls him her worst nightmare. Yet every time danger comes near her, it is Abhimanyu who stands between her and the darkness. ✦ She's innocent and He's devil. ✦ She's terrified of him while he's madly in love. ✦ He's dangerously obsessed with her. ✦ He fell first, harder, and never planned to let go. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺? 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓~~~ ✨Tropes✨ #agegap #forcedmarriage #hefellfirstandharder #obsessiveml #jealousfml #possesiveml #touchheranddie #grumpy×sunshine #Professor×Student #Husband×wife

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.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

♡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬"♡ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙝 𝙡𝙤 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙢 ~ 𝘼𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞, 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞~ ╰┈➤𝙑𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙓 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙝𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 She was fire. He was the storm destined to consume her. When Aaravi-fierce, fearless, and the daughter of one of the most powerful mobs-meets Vihaan, a dangerous enigma wrapped in chaos, sparks don't just fly, they burn. With one swift motion, he pins her against a wall, a threat on his lips: "Don't forget, I'm your death warrant. I can fck the life out of you."* But she doesn't flinch. Her graceful eyes hold his gaze, defiant and inviting. "Maybe I'm getting obsessed with my death warrant," she whispers, knowing she's treading dangerous ground. Vihaan's hand fists her hair, tilting her head back. "You're making a mistake, minx." "No, I'm not." And that's all it takes-for him to crush his lips against hers in a kiss that screams obsession, rage, and a twisted need neither of them can escape. Enemies, yet something deeper ties them. Lust, power, hate... and something far more destructive.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

A love story of two different type of person. What will happen when a innocent girl have to marry a Mafia. Mahika who is a girl of a middle class family. Innocent, sweet and kind-hearted girl. Her family is everything to her. In the other hand Reyansh who is a mafia. Cruel,dominating, cold-hearted man. What is going to happen between them! Reyansh Singh Rathore Our main character in this story. He is 26years old. He has dominating, cruel personality. He is the owner of Rathore industry. He is handling the business after his father's death. He is also a underworld mafia. Mahika Sharma A very sweet and kind-hearted girl.She is 23 years old. She belongs to a middle class family. She is looking for a job to support her parents. She loves them very much.

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

She prayed for freedom. He gave her chains... and called it love. She was innocent. A girl of faith, raised on temple bells and whispered prayers. He was ruthless. A mafia don who ruled Mumbai with blood and bullets. When her father made a deal with the devil, she was given away as payment. A forced marriage sealed not with love, but with power. To the world, Aarav Malhotra was untouchable. To her, he was terror wrapped in a black sherwani. Her husband. Her cage. Her obsession. She prayed for freedom. But he whispered against her ear, "The only god you'll ever worship, jaan... is me." A story of forbidden love, dangerous obsession, and a marriage written in fire and blood. Warning: ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, forced marriage, violence, obsession, and 18+ content. Read at your own risk.

" Congratulations on your Engagement Ms. Pari. Seems like you are upset. Does the engagement bother you ? " " I m happy Mr. Ishaan. I m engaged and Varun is a gentleman. I m happy and may be you missed watching him kiss me just now " I replied but he threw his head back and laughed as if I cracked the best joke of the year. " Sorry, you call that a kiss ? I m so sorry, may be thats how a boy kiss " he asked me and gulped to his intense gaze. " May be you are experienced in kissing woman or may be women " " I haven't kissed any woman in my life Pari and I kiss my woman like a man Pari. I will hold her waist, flush our bodies, I would ravish her mouth and she would forget the world and pull me more into the kiss holding my hair, my hands would graze her body. I claim her with a single kiss Pari " My chest was heaving and I noticed we were standing close..no our bodies were flushed and he was feeling the rise and fall of my chest against him, his hot breathe was fanning on my cheek. His eyes looked like they wanted to hold me captive. I should leave but my foot doesn't move a step like he got me under my spell. He stepped back and walked away like he did nothing and I m sure he carried a smirk on his face. " what did he mean ? Is he back to claim me ? " Ishaan, the son of Billionaire Reyansh Badrinath was once the possessive protector of his Pari. His obsession scared her and he was forced to leave her, his family and everything behind. But he stayed in shadow, watched her, calculated his every move. He was called back for her engagement but now he is back to claim what is his. He would claim her heart, soul and body. " I will win your heart and soul Pari. This is my promise and Ishaan Rey never back off from his promise " She was his only weakness and his only salvation

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage