A ruthless devil meets a fragile angel. And the fire fell in love with the snowflake. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is not just the heir to the multi-trillionaire Rathore Empire-he is its storm. Feared by all, loved by none, he's a cold-blooded genius with an IQ of 280, a photographic memory, and the deadliest reputation in both the corporate world and the underworld. Known as Shadow, the most dangerous hacker alive, Abhimaan is a silent psychopath who doesn't blink before destroying those who cross him. Girls swoon at the sight of him, but he doesn't hesitate to humiliate or even threaten anyone who dares flirt with him. No one touches him. No one dares speak without permission. He is the crazy devil-and he likes it that way. Until Viha Sharma walks into his world. A soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl from the holy town of Haridwar, Viha is everything he's not. An orphan herself, she arrives in Mumbai on scholarship, with dreams in her eyes and Mahadev in her heart. Simple suits, big black almond eyes, long straight hair, and a voice as gentle as the wind-Viha wants nothing more than to write, read, and live peacefully. She is the kind of girl who prays before exams, drinks classic cold coffee, and hides her dance moves when anyone's watching. But destiny plays its card when the devil sees her-and wants her. She doesn't chase him. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't even know who he is. And that's what drives Abhimaan crazy. His control starts to crack. For the first time, the untouchable devil wants to be touched-but only by her. She's the only girl who could melt his cold heart... And the only one who might just destroy him.

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

Dark. Twisted. Obsessive.(Too Dark) Arina was meant to disappear after the night at the pub. Instead, she became the possession of a man the world has never seen-Raian Vyner. Cold. Wealthy. Deadly. And now, hers. Trapped in his mansion, bound by silent threats and suffocating control, Arina must survive a love that feels more like captivity. "You don't escape a Vyner. You surrender." - Raian In a world where love is a weapon and obedience is survival, how long can a heart endure when it beats beneath his shadow? ⚠️ Reader Disclaimer: This story contains mature, dark themes including psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, emotional control, and morally grey characters. It is intended for a mature audience who enjoys intense, twisted romance. Read with caution. ----------- 🏆2 in #forcerelationship 🏆 1 in #cage 🏆 4 in #crime 🏆1 in #maturethemes 🏆 1 in #manipulation 🏆 3 in #dark 🏆 1 in #shadowlove 🏆2 in #possessive 🏆1 in #obssesse 🏆2 in # manipulation 🏆 1 in # billionaireromance

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

"Lea... leave me" I stuttered taking a step back. "How can I leave you?" he said coming closer to me. "You li..lied to me," I said continued taking a step back. Fearing this man who was standing in front of me. "Amna.. love, don't do this... Come here" he said softly. But I shook my head. "You are a monster" I whisper and hit my back with the wall. He stood in front of me. "I'm your husband," he said as matter of fact. "Your not the one whom I loved and married," I said and put my hands on his chest to make some distance. "We should talk about this in the morning.." He paused and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. "Now shall we continue what we started before I had to leave," he said with a smirk. Coming closer to my face. "Don't touch me" I hissed and he held me tightly. "Today our wedding night love, and you have no idea how much I longed for this day.. so no one can stop me now," he said and crashed his lips on me. I can't believe I love this man. No! I didn't love this man. I love my Armaan. Who was a kind and loving caring person. But this man was a cruel heartless man. And I hate him. He moved back and look at me angrily. "My love.. you have to respond," he said angrily. Unzipping my dress. *********** Amna Kareem a beautiful bubbly confident 21 years old girl. Her parents and her brothers love her way too much. She is the princess of their house. Doll made with glasses. She hated violence. Armaan Akbar. A 26 years criminal secret mafia boss. Everyone knows and fears him to the core by his name but no one sees his face as the mafia. He lives away from his family but he loved them he has an elder brother Sameer whom he loves and respects way too much. Amna and Armaan did love marriage. Before marriage, Armaan disguised himself as a kind and loving person in front of Amna. Now Armaan will do anything to keep Amna with him cause he loves her. Now let's see what will he do for his selfish love. And... His selfish revenge.

"No..." She shook her head, the word scraping out of her throat. "No, no... everything was a lie." Her voice rose, cutting through the silence. "You were a lie." She staggered back a step, but her eyes never left his. They burned ..grief and fury tangled so tightly she couldn't separate them. "You're a monster," she spat. "You played me. You played our entire-"Her breath hitched. "The whole fucking relationship was a lie." The fresh tear slipped free, hot against her skin. Then another. But her chin stayed lifted, stubborn, refusing to crumble in front of the man who had broken her. "I don't want to be with you," she said. Quiet. Steady. The kind of steady that comes when there's nothing left to burn. Then Arjun chuckled. It wasn't amused. It wasn't surprised. It was darker. Colder. "You really think you can just walk away?" he murmured, stepping closer. His shadow swallowed the distance between them. "Love... you don't have a choice." She went rigid as his fingers cupped her chin. "Because if I have to chain you," he whispered, eyes full of a devotion that looked too much like madness, "I won't hesitate." Lightning flashed behind him, turning his face into a silhouette carved from obsession. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you." Shivanya's breath shook, fear and anger and betrayal knotting together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. she understood something terrifying: Arjun didn't just love her. He owned her. And monsters never let go of what they claim.

**She wrote, "I am not dumb, I just want some care too, I also want love and affection."** he want sex (The first part revolves around obsession and lust only, abusive and no happy ending, but the base of the main story.) 18+ "Do you know why I call you Little Love?" he whispers. His arms tighten around her waist from behind, a wolfish grin on his face. She shyly nods as her head nods no. He laughs at the girl's innocence, caressing her bare belly. "because.." .... "y-you made me paint your portrait with b-blood of my cousin,m-mr archer ?" She shuddered as she stepped back, having fear and disbelief in her eyes, with tears flowing down her face. He rolls his eyes and pinches her cheeks playfully, like it's a joke to him. "Come on, little love. He tried to touch you. tried to run away with you, when you are my wife in my castle." arrogant yet lovely tone. (HE IS A HOLY HELL PSYCHOPATH, LOVE THE SMELL AND COLOUR BLOOD, OBSESSED WITH A GIRL, KING) (SHE IS INNOCENT, MATURE YET CHILDISH, OBEDIENT AND LOVED BY EVERYONE CUZ OF HER INNOCENCE AND KINDNESS FOR EVERYONE) ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗‼‼‼‼‼‼‼ THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL. I don't want to hurt anyone's emotions and beliefs. Just a fictional story. for fun. Please read it with a free mind. No fight, no insult. It's a story of a different universe, a different world. NOT RELATED TO REALITY. King of Britain and an innocent girl from India 90s... BRITAINxINDIA 3 SIDE COUPLES ( 2 STRAIGHT and 1 GAY) It's gonna be lengthy, heehe WE RESPECT EVERYONE. PEACE. LOVE. 18+, violence, crime, abuse, abusive words. triggers, bla, bla, bla.. See you. take care

"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break. 🎯 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Genre: Romance / Drama / Slow Burn / Hurt-Comfort Age rating: 16+ (emotional abuse themes, mature emotional content)

Vikrant Shergill. The most feared gangster in the city. The moment people lay eyes on him, fear spreads like wildfire. He is no less than Yamraj himself. His dark and dangerous aura is enough to keep everyone at a distance, no girl even dares to come close to him. On the other hand, there is Anmol Mishra... innocent, soft-hearted, and completely opposite to him. Bound into a relationship with Vikrant because of her elder sister, she finds herself trapped in a world she never belonged to. Will Anmol be able to survive with a man whose life revolves around violence and bloodshed? 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇵 🇪 🇸  ➪𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➪𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➪𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 ➪𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➪𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

"Agar tum saath ho, toh raste bhi anjaan kyun lagein..." Par woh saath tha hi nahi. Main toh bas... wahan thi. Galat waqt, galat jagah, galat dulhan. He never asked for me. I never asked for this. Yet here we are, sharing a name, a haveli, and a silence so loud it keeps me up at night. Rivan Thakur is not an easy man to live with. He is harder to forget. And me? I'm just Mishti. The girl with a secret he doesn't know yet. Some truths, when they come out it changes everything.