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).

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

She was sitting on his bed when he entered his room, noticed his newly wedded wife whome he married today forcefully, because she wasn't ready to marry him. He come towards her and hold her hand in his her face was pale with no expression. Akshat- jaan say something why are you so quite hmm ?..........she look in his eyes with tears but didn't said anything. Akshat- jaan mera Shona I know you are angry but it's important to do or else someone will stole you from me and you know I can't loose you........he caress her hairs. Rudvi- you are insane..........she gritted her teeths. Akshat- it's not good to disrespect to your newly wedded husband my Shona, go change your clothes, your clothes are in closet.........she was wearing her college uniform, when she was coming back from college he kidnapped her then marry her forcefully. Without saying anything she left to change her dress, here Akshat settle on bed properly making place for her to sleep, after sometime she come back she find him on his side without saying anything she laid on her place and closed her eyes. After confirming that she slept deeply Akshat hold her face in his palms and peck her lips, he again kiss her but this time deeply he shuck her lips deeply he bite her on upper lips making her whined in sleep he patted her head then lay on his side taking her in his arms. Akshat- you are only mine Shona no one can snatch you from me, today I let you sleep but I promise soon your every night will be pleasurable and sleepless cause I'm not gonna stop after that until sleep peacefully as much as you can.

Everyone knew Captain Levi's past lover. Was it true? Had this woman ever truly existed? It seemed impossible that humanity's strongest soldier, cold and unshakable, could have fallen for something as fragile as love. They said her name was Alex, that Levi had been consumed by her. No one dared to speak of her aloud in his presence. Some whispered she was the only battle he ever lost, and the one he could never forget. After years, Armin Arlert found himself unable to let the story rest. Something about it gnawed at him. The way old members of the Survey Corps avoided the topic, the way the story also didn't match. Against orders and common sense, Armin began to search carefully. The more he uncovered, the stranger it became. As the pieces slowly fit together in his mind, a sickening realization began to form. A YANDERE LEVI STORY. TRIGGER WARNING: IT CONTAINS RAPE, MANIPULATION, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, NON-CON, DEGRADATION AND OBSESSION.

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense