Standalone. ✫・°𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦・。. Some connections aren't planned - they just happen when the right person enters your glitchy, guarded world. ❀❀❀ ~He doesn't talk much... but the way he looks at her, it's louder than any confession.~ 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 24, a cold, composed gaming prodigy, rules virtual worlds with precision and silence. Known in the gaming community for his unbeatable strategies and stone-faced demeanor, Rhys doesn't believe in distractions - especially emotional ones. In real life, he's reserved, emotionally guarded, and fiercely private. A perfectionist who calculates every move - except the one that led him to her. Dhwani Mehra was a glitch in his routine - unpredictable, loud, and impossible to ignore. And somehow, exactly what he never knew he needed. ❀❀❀ ~She believed in poetry, playlists, and daydreams - not combat games and code... until him.~ 𝐃𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀, 21, a literature student with big dreams and bigger opinions, has a habit of romanticizing everything - even the stranger who never smiles in the front row of the cafeteria. Messy buns, louder-than-necessary playlists, and a heart full of metaphors - she lives in her own world of emotions. Falling for a gamer wasn't part of the plan. But love doesn't follow logic... and Rhys Ashworth doesn't follow anyone - except maybe, her. ❀❀❀ ＴＲＯＰＥＳ British ML × Indian FL Bestfriend's Sister Brother's Bestfriend Enemies to Lovers Opposites Attract Calm × Chaotic He fell first. "Touch her and you'll die" energy.

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊>>> ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ × sɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇᴇʀᴀɴsʜ sɪɴɢʜᴀɴɪᴀ❦ A ruthless mafia boss, veiled as a cafe owner, is a monster no one can tame- until a melody walks into his life unexpectedly. ꜱɪᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴇʜʀᴀ❦ A singer who paints color into every black-and-white life. In short, she is an angel loved by everyone-until she unexpectedly falls for a cute guy hiding a monster within. But can she tame him? If you're looking for the cute guy with whom you shared a fleeting glance at Ganesh Chaturthi-this story is for you>>>❥

Log kehte hain sitare karz rakhte hain-har dua ka, har dhadkan ka, har mohabbat ka jo apni manzil tak na pohanch saki. In the heart of the Sultan's palace, where taaj shone brighter than truth and takht weighed heavier than love, two roohs dared to dream. She-ek shahzadi, bound in silken duty. He-ek aam insaan, with secrets hidden deeper than the palace walls. Their ishq was never written in qanoon, only in duaon mein chhupi faryaadein and stolen nazrein beneath the chandni. But qismat was merciless. The blade silenced him, and the zindaan of loneliness crushed her. Before her final breath, she dipped her pen in her blood, writing their daastaan-e-ishq and burying it within the palace stones. And with her last sajda, she made a vow to the sitarein: "Agar iss zindagi ne humse chheen liya... toh agla janam humara hoga. Agar waqt ne humse inkaar kiya... toh main waqt ko likh kar badal dungi." Sadiyaan beet gayi. Saltanatein mitti ban gayin. But the stars-they never forget. Aur ab, unka karz ada karne ka waqt aa chuka hai.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── I saw him destroying himself in front of my own eyes. Drowning in addictions. That were enough to kill him. I hated it. I hated it everytime he smoked in front of me. I told him to stop but he would just ignore the topic and start talking about something else. I tried my best to hold him tightly-so tightly that my hands began to ache. Finally, when I thought the storm was over, I loosened my grip, thinking that if I made him realize how it feels when the person you love starts running away, he would come running back to me. The moment I allowed myself to believe that maybe everything could be fixed. Destiny snatched him away from me.

"I signed the contract to save my son. I didn't know I was selling myself." He was desperate. Jungkook was dangerous. When a scandal threatened Jeon Jungkook's empire, he needed a fake spouse to clean up his image. Taehyung, a soft-spoken janitor with a sick child and no options, was the perfect target. Cold contracts were signed. And Clause 27 made one thing clear. No love. No attachment. No mistakes. But Jungkook was cruel, controlling, and colder than Taehyung could've imagined... turning every moment into a quiet war. And Taehyung...was breaking, slowly. This wasn't a marriage. It was survival under a CEO's thumb. *This is Not A Continuation* Dedicated to CEO Jeon from T&C #Sadism #ReallyHeavyAngst #ContractualMarriage #darkthemes Do not Report or Repost.

"I'm a writer. I know perfectly well how to remove a character from a story-or add one," she said, glaring at the man seated at the desk. "Hm." Ignoring her, he continued typing and then answered a call on his laptop. Annoyed, she stormed toward him, cupped his face in her hands, and tilted it up so he had no choice but to look at her. He stared at her in astonishment, fingers frozen above the keyboard. "Jab aapki biwi kuch kahe toh uski suni chahiye, Swami," she said with a tight smile-completely unaware that he was in the middle of a conference call...and everyone on the screen had just witnessed the entire scene. ................... "Why are you so stubborn, Miss Srivastava?" he muttered, watching her type through the night, fever brightening her cheeks. "Mr Patili, this is important. So, don't disturb me!" she snapped, brushing hair from her face and leaning toward her laptop again. "That's it," he said, stepping closer when he saw her sway in the chair. "Don't you-" she began, but suddenly the ground shifted beneath her. "What the hell!" she yelped as he lifted her into his arms. "You're burning up," he said, ignoring her weak protest. "Work can wait. You can't." "Put me down, Patili," she mumbled. "Not happening," he replied, carrying her away despite her glare. ___________________________________________

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒛𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝑨𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕-𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒍𝒆

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

☆✷ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ✷☆ When hearts collide, love doesn't ask for permission. It breaks, it burns, and it stays. Sanvi Singh is fire - passionate, guarded, and built on resilience. She's used to fighting her battles alone, used to silence, to swallowing her hurt behind ambition and smiles. Mahir Raghuwanshi is calm - controlled, calculating, and dangerously patient. He lives in a world of expectations, where emotions are weaknesses... except when it comes to her. They were never meant to cross paths, let alone crash into each other with the kind of force that leaves neither untouched. She challenges him. He steadies her. She builds walls. He walks through them. She runs. He stays. But love, real love, isn't gentle. It pushes. It exposes. It demands. This is not a perfect love story. It's raw, it's messy, and it doesn't come with guarantees. It's about two people who keep finding their way back to each other - not because they have to, but because something in them refuses not to. And maybe, just maybe, that's what love truly is.