You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

(#1 POSSESSION SERIES ) "I wasn't asking to be worshipped. I just wanted to be loved... not owned." - Sarah Rizvi "I don't love you, Sarah. Love is too fragile. I own you-and I always will." - Rayyansh Singh Rathore Sarah Rizvi was like a butterfly-soft, delicate, full of silent love. And Rayyansh Singh Rathore? He was the cage. She loved him since childhood. Quietly. Purely. But he never gave her love. Only took her time, her body, her presence-while coldly claiming he felt nothing. Yet when she finally gathers the courage to leave, she discovers the truth: Rayyansh may never say he loves her... But he's obsessed. Addicted. And he'll burn the world before letting his butterfly fly free. Because she was never his to love. She was always his to possess. Dive into TOXIC POSSESSION-a haunting descent into a love that never healed, only claimed, consumed, and caged. Because some men don't fall in love. They conquer it.

" Who are you? Why do you haunt my dreams? Why do my heart ache when i touch you? Why do you feel so distant yet so familiar?" " I'm your husband , my love"💗 " No.. it can't be! I don't know yo-" " Not remembering the past doens't mean, it didn't happen, sweetheart " ( Read the book to know what happened next) In the 21st century, she's an ambitious ❤️‍🔥engineer-sharp, grounded, and untouched by the past she doesn't know she lived. Yet in the quiet hours, flashbacks come haunting her: a battlefield, a voice like a promise, hands that once held hers through fire and fate. 🪄 She writes them off as dreams.🪩 He calls them fate.🥀 He crossed centuries for her-a woman who once died in his arms. And now that he's found her again, he won't let time steal her twice. Some bonds defy memory.❤️‍🔥 Some obsessions transcend lifetimes.🎯

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

She was collateral. Now she's his weakness. And in his world, weaknesses don't survive. Ruhani Sharma never asked to be dragged into a world of bloodshed and betrayal. But one deal made in desperation, And she belonged to Rishabh Raichand. Feared by nations. Untouchable by enemies. A man who doesn't love. He owns. He breaks. He destroys. And Ruhani? She's the girl he was never supposed to want. But the moment he saw her, he made a silent promise: If the world touches her, it burns. If she runs, he'll find her. If she falls for someone else, he'll kill them... and make her watch. Trapped in a marriage built on lies and bullets, Ruhani soon learns: The most dangerous place in the world... is in Rishabh Raichand's arms.

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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?

✨ Tere Mere Darmiyaan ✨ It takes only a moment for everything to change. A scream. A mistake. And lives that don't get a second chance. Ganga Mishra was stepping into the world for the first time-quiet dreams, simple hopes, a heart that hadn't yet learned fear. She never wanted to hurt anyone. But some things happen without permission, leaving behind a weight she doesn't know how to carry. Vikrant Dev Chauhan is a man people know better than to cross. They fear him. Silent, controlled, ruthless when crossed, he has buried his emotions beneath loyalty and bloodstained truths. When loss tears through his family, grief hardens into anger-and that anger needs somewhere to go. What begins with blame slowly shifts into something neither of them understands. Closeness feels wrong. Distance feels impossible. Between them lies pain, silence, and truths neither is ready to face. Set in Varanasi-where faith lives in every corner and darkness isn't far behind-Tere Mere Darmiyaan is a story of guilt and loss, of love that arrives uninvited, and of two people caught between what they feel and what they cannot forgive. Because sometimes, what lies between you and me is not an ending at all- but the beginning of something neither of us expected.

She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.