His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

This is not a love story meant to comfort you. These are tales of obsession dressed as devotion, control mistaken for care, and men who love with a hunger that does not ask permission. Each story explores desire where power is unequal, choices are compromised, and affection becomes a weapon. There are no gentle heroes here, no safe fantasies - only intimacy that unsettles, attachment that cages, and love that refuses to let go. For readers who crave dark romance in its rawest form - this book does not soften the edges. Read at your own discretion.

"𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖, 𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙚, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖..." ______________ His eyes follow her everywhere, piercing through crowds, through walls, through her very soul. At first, she thought it was harmless, a fleeting infatuation. But..she was wrong. So, so wrong. His love isn't gentle, it's violent and unrelenting, a storm that tears through everything she holds dear. He leaves her notes that no one else can see. Gifts that feel more like warnings. Whispers that echo in her head long after he is gone. He doesn't want her to love him back. He wants her to belong to him. And when she tries to pull away, he tightens his grip. They say love can save you. But his love? It will destroy her.. ___________________ Saanvi Mehra, a hardworking girl leading a simple yet peaceful life, gets trapped in the obsession of a ruthless billionaire, the one who wears the facade of a gentleman in front of the whole world, Arjun Vardhan. He scares her, threatens her and does everything to break her. In the end, there's only one question, who will break first?

"Kabir killed his brother." Her voice hoarse as she tried to utter in between her cries . "Whose brother, Mom." I asked in a panicked tone . My voice trembled as tears stung my eyes. "Ranvijay Singh Rathore." I froze at my place at the name I heard. ------ And that's where it all began.

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

When She lost everything he came into her life as a new found light or that's what she thought but at the end he even made her lose herself...But is this the real end or there's something more to this story of a unloved bride. . . . "Please humne kuch nhi kiya...ple..ase mat..ki..kij.iye ye humare saa.th", she pleaded, her hands bleeding tied in the chains tightly. Her face covered with blood and tears. Meanwhile the eyes she stared through her lashes held only anger and hatred with not even a slightest glint of remorse. "Tum jaise ladki ko bazaar me 2 kodi me bechte hain log...Humne tumhe sar pe bithaye aur tumne...Tumhe biwi ka darja dekar sabse badi galti ki hai humne apne jiwan ki." With this he tightened the chains that tied her legs. He left without even sparing her a glance. She lied there lifeless. It felt like somebody has poured acid in ears and then and there she lost the only one she had...herself. . . . "Paas mat aana humare...Dur ho jaiye humse" , I screamed as I slid back across the floor , he advanced one step at a time, his pace steady and purposeful. "Bas karo jaana aajao apne asli jagah pe wapis", he said with a devilish grin that can take out even a dead soul out of the grave... He grabbed my ankle and pulled me, as I landed on his arms he said with possisveness lacing his tone..."And your only right place is here, jaana, right here in my arms..." "I failed you before, Siya. Now, I'd chain you to the bed if that's what it takes to keep you with me," Raghuveer murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity Siya has never seen. . . His love, once neglected, has transformed into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. As he fights to keep her by his side, she must decide if this newfound passion is something she can still embrace-or if it will be the force that tears them apart. © 2024 Siyaraghuveer. All rights reserved.

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

"Niya" he called her by standing in the middle of the sitting area but got no response in return. She always used to wait for him with a smile on her face,and she always used to come within a second if he called her, but today it was different. He wanted to see her. He went towards the kitchen to see whether she is there or not, but there was no one in the kitchen. His heart was clenching in unknown fear, and it was thumping faster. His mind was telling him that something is wrong, but he consoled himself by saying everything is fine, but his heart was still not ready to beat at a normal rate. "Niya!" He went towards her room by calling her, but there was no response from her side, so he slowly opened the door and what he saw next made his heart drop to his stomach. ▪▪▪▪▪ He gave her only his hatred when she was yearning for his love. He loathed her presence when she used to love his presence. He was busy in breaking her heart when she was busy mending his heart. He wanted to bring darkness into her life when she wanted to bring light into his life. She was living only in one hope, that one day she would get his love, but one day it also crushes. Since then, she stops excepting anything in life. It is said that 'we don't know the value of things until we lose them'. And it's true, we don't value or appreciate them until we lose them. What will happen when his hatred turns into unconditional love? Will he be able to mend her heart, which he has broken? Or will it be too late? What will he do when he comes to know about HER HIDDEN PAIN ? ☆☆☆ PLEASE DON'T TRY TO STEAL MY WORK, I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT. I DON'T ALLOW MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY WAY OR ADAPTED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Copyright ©️ 2021 by Vel