BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

She died betrayed. Killed by the people she trusted most-her husband Ryan, the son of a feared mafia family, and her own sister, who stole her life without remorse. But death wasn't the end. Kayla is reborn at twenty-four with one goal burning inside her: revenge. This time, she's not soft. She's not naive. She's cold, calculated, and ruthless enough to tear down anyone who stands in her way. Her sister will pay. Her husband will regret ever touching her life. And the empire that once swallowed her whole will learn her name in fear. But revenge has consequences. When Kayla crosses paths with Matteo Moretti-the powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly attractive mafia don who even his enemies don't speak of lightly-her carefully built plan begins to unravel. Matteo is not like the men she knew before. He doesn't follow rules. He is the rule. Cold, possessive, and terrifyingly protective, he sees Kayla as something he refuses to let the world take from him. What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into war. And what starts between Kayla and Matteo becomes something neither of them can control. Because in a world built on blood and power... love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Unholy #1. Vanya X Vihaan "I hate you more than you will ever be able to feel," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine-just slightly, but enough to send chills down my spine. "I-I..." Her grip around my throat tightened just slightly, her long veiny fingers digging into my skin. I wanted to say something-anything-to apologize, but my voice failed me. And before I could even think or utter a single word to calm her down, she jerked me toward her with surprising force, and her lips crashed onto mine. The kiss wasn't gentle-no, it was consuming, like she was trying to claim my very soul with just her lips. And God, I'd be damned if I said I didn't enjoy every second of her hatred-because I did. ♡ 🎧 This story has a playlist - [Listen on Spotify] https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1zIEG6HXQccSdVGyrsu2fj?si=AoWJBMC-RHymLN4xGzUxYw&pi=bsnsqVdESRucG

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 49,600 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ] 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge. "Arush" I moan as my muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure rushing through my body in a way it never has before. He smirks, and then he leans in to kiss me, his touch gentler now. He kisses me so sweetly that my heart can't help but skip a beat. My hands run over his chest and up, until I've got my arms wrapped around his neck, the tips of my fingers at his nape. I pull him closer, desperate for more, but he pulls away, the smile melting off his fac "The next time you want this, you come to me," he tells me, his expression hardening. "Stay away from Rohit. He's not for you." I blink in confusion as he lowers me to the floor and cages me in. I look into his eyes, my racing heart beating in a different rhythm than before. "What are you... what are you talking about? " He smiles humorlessly and brushes my hair out of my face, his gaze cold. "If you want to become some rich guy's mistress, then be mine. It's fucking embarrassing to see you flirt with him. If I ever catch you behaving this way again, I'll fire you. No one will be able to save you." My heart sinks, and I look away to hide the sudden pain his words inflict. 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 & 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐀. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎. Sex happened, fight happened, finally marriage happened. This book isn't mine most of the story line belongs to Cathriana book the temporary wife. Don't mind please! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝟭𝟴+ ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.

"Strip." The single word drops from his lips, freezing the blood in my veins. My breath hitches as I look at the man sitting on the edge of the massive royal bed, his dark eyes watching me like a starving predator. "Are you deaf, little bird?" His deep voice rumbles through the silent room, sending a heavy, unexpected throb straight to my core. "I said strip. Let me see if your body is as brave as your mouth." I swallow hard, my fingers trembling on the heavy fabric of my lehenga. I have been fighting him all night, throwing out dirty comebacks like I know exactly what I am doing. But now, under his burning gaze, the terrifying truth hits me. I am completely out of my depth. Laal Ishq ❤️‍🔥 Abhimanyu Singh Rathore bows to no one. At thirty two, he is the ruthless King of Rajasthan. He demands absolute obedience and destroys anyone who stands in his way. Until his dark gaze drops onto a twenty year old law student. Shivika Agnihotri is pure and completely untouched. But when her parents fall into an inescapable debt, Abhimanyu does not want their money. He demands her in exchange. He buys her to be his bride, expecting a terrified girl who will quietly submit to his every royal command. He is completely wrong. Shivika might look innocent, but she is bold, sharp, and fiercely independent. She talks back, mocks his threats, and refuses to kneel. But the arrogant King loves a good challenge. In a deadly game of power, dark obsession, and raw temptation, the King of Rajasthan is about to claim his defiant new queen.