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.

Three dangerous brothers. One soft, innocent girl. A wedding that was supposed to be "just another family event" becomes the beginning of an obsession so deep that it destroys their control forever. The brothers were feared across India. People called them monsters in tailored suits. Business tycoons in daylight. Mafia kings at night. Cold. Violent. Emotionless. And absolutely incapable of love. Until they saw her. Standing under fairy lights in a pastel lehenga with nervous eyes and soft smiles... ...and suddenly all three brothers wanted the same thing for the first time in their lives. Her. Not for a night. Not for fun. Forever.

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

Arjun Sarkar. ​He is the Superintendent of Police, but the badge is just a license for his brutality. Known as the "Monster of Mumbai," Arjun is a man of jagged edges and explosive rage. He doesn't love-he possesses. He doesn't protect-he claims. ​When the sharks of the city try to circle his angel, the beast comes out to play. In a world of power and politics, Arjun Sarkar is the apex predator, and he will burn the entire city to the ground before he lets a single hand touch what is his. ​He is her savior. He is her cage. He is her darkest obsession.

He hears every thought she tries to hide. ⚠️ Even the ones where she calls him an a-hole. Clara Bennett's new boss is Kian Voss. Cold. Arrogant. Wall Street's human icicle. She's been silently cursing him for weeks. Calling him a workaholic. A control freak. A walking suit with no pulse. Then one day, he corners her against a wall and drops the bomb: "You just called me an a-hole in your head, didn't you?" Clara freezes. She never said a word out loud. He smirks. And keeps her around anyway. Then on her birthday, he slides a luxury box across his desk. Inside? The exact bag she's been obsessing over for months. The one she never told anyone about. 🔥 Kian Voss doesn't just run a company. He's been listening to every single secret she has. And Clara is about to learn: The most dangerous place in Manhattan isn't the trading floor. It's within ten feet of her boss.

Novel Rating:10/10 Typhoons, storms, extreme cold, heatwaves, acid rain, plague... Yu Xifeng was kicked out by her stepmother and struggled for seven years in the apocalypse, then was reborn before the disasters began. Her scumbag dad tried to squeeze her for all she's worth by setting her up with a rapist rich second-generation heir. She broke off the matchmaking! She took the lead and claimed ownership of the space. Yu Xifeng started wildly buying and stocking up! While everyone struggled to survive the disasters, her scumbag dad and stepmother's family fell into poverty. Yu Xifeng lived leisurely, eating well and living a stable life.

He ruled the underworld. Kai Ravenwood-mafia king, trillionaire, untouchable. One look at Aurel Lavalier was enough to ignite the fire he never knew he had. Beautiful. Fragile-looking. Untouchable. But Kai saw deeper. He didn't just want Aurel-he needed him. Claimed him. Obsession turned to worship, desire turned to devotion, and soon, the king built his empire around his queen. From stolen glances at a balcony, to possessive kisses in the dark, to building a family that became his entire universe-this is not a love story. It's an empire carved out of passion, jealousy, obsession, and a devotion so consuming it rewrote destiny itself. Because Aurel isn't just his lover. He's his crown. His obsession. His forever. 🔥 Dark Mafia Romance 🔥 Possessive, Obsessive Husband 🔥 Sexy, Angsty, Fairytale Love 🔥 From Shadows to Family ________________________________________________ No skinship with others No cheating No angst between our couple

𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​