An indian tamil family based dark romance that is filled with immense emotions and intense story line. 😌

"Find out whose daughter she is. Which Haveli she graces. I don't care if she belongs to God or the Devil-by the time the sun sets tomorrow, I want her name written on my palm." Vikram looks confused. "Sarkar, that's the direction of the Gully... the performers' quarters." Sarkar's jaw tightens, a dark smirk playing on his lips, totally unaware of the scandal he is about to ignite. "I didn't ask for her address, Vikram. I asked for her soul." What happens when the story unfolds between him and her????

Leaving one life behind, Kusum walks away with her family to begin again - choosing dignity over protection, anonymity over a name that was never hers. She does not know that fate is not something distance can undo. She is not taken the way her sister once was. Not claimed. Not bought. Not forced into a destiny. She steps into it herself. Into his world. Into his power. Into the quiet, unquestioned authority of a man who has never been denied anything - and who, being who he is, accepts what she places before him without hesitation. Where her sister's story began with captivity, hers begins with surrender. Warning ⚠️ -> THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY FOR 18+ AUDIENCE. PEOPLE BELOW AGE 18 AREN'T RECOMMENDED TO READ.

Leo doesn't care about school. He doesn't care about teachers, classmates, or rules. He's rude, cold, and the last person anyone wants to mess with. His name is whispered in the hallways, and no one dares to cross him. No one... except her. Cupcake. His brat. His obsession. The only one who makes him lose control in ways no fight ever could. She's the only one who can talk back to him, tease him until he's flustered, and calm him down when his temper gets the best of him. She loves making him jealous, knowing he'll remind the whole world exactly who she belongs to. Leo fights for her. Leo argues with teachers for her. Leo sneaks into empty classrooms just to have a moment alone with her. And the school? They've learned by now-Cupcake may be tiny, but she's the only one who can tame the beast. ---

Mishti Mishti is a girl who never knew love. Her father cursed her with the title of a bad omen when her mother died giving birth to her. She silently endures the cruelty of a stepmother who never shows her any affection. Her only dream, her only passion - dance - was crushed the day she was forced into marriage with a man twice her age. For two years, she suffered his abuse until fate took him away in an accident. But instead of freedom, she faced blame. Her in-laws threw her out, treating her like she was nothing. Her soul carries scars that run too deep to fade. Her eyes bear the burden of countless betrayals. Yet, even after losing everything, she still searches for light - for a love that could heal her broken heart. Prithvi Dev Thakur Prithvi Dev Thakur is a man who rules with absolute power - the most feared and respected figure in Rajasthan. He is ruthless in his ways, intolerant of lies, and possesses unshakable discipline. His hands have built an empire, but they also carry the weight of his darkest secret - the day he killed his own father. It is a truth he never speaks of. Behind his cold, perfect mask lies a lonely soul burdened by guilt and unfulfilled longing. He has never disrespected women but has also never allowed one to come close enough to touch his heart. Prithvi is a perfectionist, a protector, but secretly... just a man yearning for love, peace, and escape from the darkness that consumes him. Two Broken Souls, One Fate Destiny brings them together - two wounded hearts seeking comfort in one another. Mishti sees the man behind the mask, the pain behind his power, and offers him a love he never believed he deserved. In return, Prithvi gives her the strength to stand tall, fight back, and dream once more. She mends his wounds while he becomes her shield. But will love be enough to survive in a world that only knows how to break them? Or will their pasts return to inflict cruelty once again?

"The agreement has been altered," Caspian said, swirling his whiskey again. "You no longer attend the University of Jaipur. Your exams are irrelevant. And your... parents... are no longer expecting you for dinner. You will not be returning to India." Ishani's breath hitched. She scrambled backward until her spine hit the padded headboard of the bed. "Are you insane?" she gasped, her eyes wide with total disbelief. "You can't do that! You can't just put me on a plane and take me to another country while I'm sleeping! That's... that's kidnapping, Caspian! You are a scholar! You run a foundation!" Caspian let out a low, dark chuckle. The sound was rich, amused, and completely devoid of any remorse. He looked at her as if she were a tiny, adorable kitten hissing at a lion. Her anger didn't threaten him; it entertained him. "I am a King, Ishani," Caspian corrected softly, taking another sip of his drink. "And Kings do not kidnap. They claim what belongs to them. And last night, in the desert, you gave yourself to me. You are mine now. And what is mine stays by my side." "I slept with you!" Ishani yelled, her voice pitching up in sheer panic. "I didn't sign a contract to become your property! You can't just buy me and put me on a jet! Turn this plane around! Right now! Turn it around and take me back to my family!" Caspian sighed, a slow, exaggerated sound of mock disappointment. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, holding the crystal glass loosely between his hands. "You are being dramatic, little bird," Caspian admonished gently, his tone incredibly patronizing. It was the exact tone an indulgent parent would use with a toddler throwing a tantrum in a toy store. "You are acting as if I am dragging you into a coal mine. Do you have any idea what I am offering you?" He gestured with his glass toward the luxurious cabin. "I am giving you the world," Caspian stated smoothly.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑

Inter-caste marriage Yashvardhan Rathore At thirty, Yashvardhan Rathore carries himself with the weight of both legacy and silence. The eldest son of the Rathore family, his name itself commands attention, but it is his demeanor that chills the air around him. He is a man of steel-gray eyes and a face carved in stern lines, where smiles are strangers and warmth never lingers. While his mother is known for her softness and his father for his gentle wisdom, Yashvardhan has grown into something altogether different-a fortress of ice. His siblings share shades of his coldness, but in him it burns brightest, a deliberate choice. He is the kind of man who speaks little, observes everything, and keeps his heart locked behind iron gates. The world calls him heartless, and perhaps he wears that title with pride. Powerful, disciplined, and unbending, he has become the unspoken pillar of the family. Where his parents give affection, he gives silence. Where they offer comfort, he offers discipline. It is not cruelty that defines him, but an absence of softness, as if the weight of responsibility has bled him dry of warmth. --- Halima And then there is Halima-a name that drifts like poetry against Yashvardhan's stone edges. Halima is everything he is not: gentle where he is harsh, compassionate where he is distant, warm where he is cold. With eyes that carry kindness and a spirit that refuses to bend under shadows, she is light in human form. Where Yashvardhan is feared, Halima is loved. She possesses a quiet strength, the kind that can soothe storms rather than fight them. Her presence unsettles him-not because she challenges his authority, but because she awakens the emotions he has spent years burying. To Yashvardhan, Halima is both a mirror and a flame: a reflection of what he has lost, and a fire that dares to melt the ice he has become. soooo um it's again me with my different cast dark story ...it's dark love story and family fiction too...

A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).