DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

Her hazel eyes opened and connected with the ceiling. She felt the dryness starting from her throat and leading all the way upto her tongue and surrounding her lips. It reminded her of the screams of pain and pleasure of last night. He was relentless. A pure beast. She could feel still feel the soreness in her intimate area and the shivers and goosebumps her body released on its own accord when she had lied underneath him. With great difficulty she sat up, reaching for the glass of the water on the side table. She tried folding her legs when suddenly a metal grasped her ankle making her frown. Frowning, she removed the comforter from her legs only to get her eyes widened. She was chained. To the bed post. The door to her room opened and walked in Zaryab, folding up the sleeves of his white kameez. Their eyes connected as he approached her. He could already see the questions in her eyes. Grasping her chin, he bobbed her head up, "you'll be punished, my love. Today, is the day one," Kissing her forehead, he disappeared, leaving her to revel in her thoughts and dreading her future life. Because Zaryab was a man of his words.

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. "You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. His hands released his belt followed by ripping off of her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream ........ Roshanay, a simple girl, forced into prostitution, one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option than to marry him. Read the full description inside

A story where revenge turns into a sinister obsession. Burhan kidnapped Alizeh to take her life to avenge on his dead father. But he couldn't succeed. Every time he attempted to kill her, her scarred breaths and whimpers drew him towards her only for him to end up marrying her but with just one purpose- ruining her completely. *** "For me, for you and for our love," He whispered, giving life to the match stick. The dim glow slightly illuminated the darkened room. The reflection of the fire visible in his green eyes. The smell of alcohol and acid was flooded in the room. She was on the floor, trying to crawl away from him. Her fearful doe eyes flickering between the match stick and his devilish eyes. "Please, no." She uttered in a barely audible voice, shaking her head in negative. She knew he was going to fire up the room. The next second, the burning match was thrown on the floor. The acid quickly picked up the fire as the rise of an inferno began. His tall entourage now completely visible as the fire continued to create light in the darkness. He took small, calculated step towards her only for her to crawl away from him in an utterly panicked state. But before she could go behind further, he reached her, squatted down to her level and threaded his finger in her locks. Jolting her head forward, he stared directly in her eyes. "Alizeh." he pushed aside a strand of hair away from her face, "I want to make love to you," He whispered with a note of finality, and placed his lips on hers as the fire continued to light up the room around them.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Michael Sheikh is a name of fear, a sinner, cold blooded assassin with no heart. He didn't believe in love, considering it to be nothing more than a weakness. His life revolves around two things death and lust. But everything changed, when she stumbled in his life, he wasn't supposed to see her, yet fate played its strings. He was drawn to the beauty with mesmerising honey coloured eyes and breathtaking smile. She was the only soul so innocent and pure that became his temptation and obsession. He knew she was forbidden for a man like him, yet the desire runs deep when the denial is stronger. (18+⚠️) ******** It can be read as a stand alone story🖤

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

Hey everyone welcome to the dark world The silk saree clung to my skin like a cage. Gold ornaments weighed down my arms. I couldn't breathe under the layers of fabric, let alone the pressure of his eyes on me. He hadn't said a word since the ceremony. Now we were alone. He stood near the window, shirt half unbuttoned, jaw clenched, whiskey in hand. Watching me like I was prey that had already lost the right to run. "You belong to me now," Veer said finally, voice low. "That means you don't get to hide." I took a step back. He didn't move. Another step, and my back hit the wall. He approached slowly, like a storm choosing exactly when to strike. His hands didn't touch me yet - just hovered inches from my skin, daring me to flinch. I did. "Still scared of me?" he whispered. I nodded. His breath ghosted across my neck as he leaned in. "Good. Fear is honest. Everything else is a lie." And then he touched me. Rough. Demanding. Not seeking permission - only submission. My wrists were pinned. My breathing ragged. My voice trapped somewhere behind my teeth. I hated that my body betrayed me - that the warmth of his touch lit a spark in a place I'd never dared acknowledge. "Please..." I whispered - I didn't even know what I was begging for. His grip tightened. "You'll learn to stop begging," he murmured. "And start breaking." ___________________________________________ Tropes Enemies to lovers Forced proximity Dangerous obsession. __________________________________________ Welcome to a story where loyalty kills, mercy burns, and love just might destroy them both. 🖤 Beneath His Mercy - He was never meant to love her. She was never meant to survive. --- This is a dark, intense mafia romance with enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, and possessive male energy. If you're into protective anti-heroes and bold female leads, you're in the right place.

A forced marriage between a reserved businessman and a psychology student with a traumatic past becomes an unexpected journey of healing and love as Arhaan's obsession softens into genuine care, Minha learns to trust again, proving that even the deepest scars can fade with patience, respect, and true connection