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+]

In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

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"You are no one to me. You are nothing to me." I said looking straight to his eyes holding back my tears. "Oh really!! Looks like I have to remind you what exactly I am to you" his grip tightend on my wrist as he pinned me against the wall and captured my lips. Abeer Singh Rathore The most feared mafia in the world. The CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, cruel , dominating and possessive. He never think twice before killing someone. For him, there is only two things are important first, his work and second his Jaan. Janhvi Oberoi A sweet, sensitive, kind, beautiful pediatric doctor who forced to marry a man whom she never met and exact opposite to her. What will happen when she gets to know that the man whom she married is obsessed with her and ready to kill anyone for her. what will happen when a cruel mafia get obsessed for the kindest doctor?? While he is master of killing and making people suffer, on the other hand she can die to save other people. #slowburn #loveaftermarriage #forcedmarriage #desiromance​

A love story of two different type of person. What will happen when a innocent girl have to marry a Mafia. Mahika who is a girl of a middle class family. Innocent, sweet and kind-hearted girl. Her family is everything to her. In the other hand Reyansh who is a mafia. Cruel,dominating, cold-hearted man. What is going to happen between them! Reyansh Singh Rathore Our main character in this story. He is 26years old. He has dominating, cruel personality. He is the owner of Rathore industry. He is handling the business after his father's death. He is also a underworld mafia. Mahika Sharma A very sweet and kind-hearted girl.She is 23 years old. She belongs to a middle class family. She is looking for a job to support her parents. She loves them very much.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Book 1 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Dive into this Arranged Marriage which is spicy, salty and sweet. They saw, they fought, they quarrelled and they lived........ Enter into their life full of chaos and calm . . . . . . . . . . . . "Don't you fucking dare to touch my things. My family wanted a daughter-in-law and I wanted a wife for name-sake to ascend the throne of Rathores. So stay away from me and my things." He angrily spat. I was on the verge of breaking my patience. What do he think of himself. "DO YOU GET IT?" He yelled. And that's it. It was my saturation point. "NO!!!!, I don't get it and yes DO NOT YELL!!! I can also do that. May be better than you, so keep your voice down and I am not interested in you and your belongings from the fucking beginning. So don't worry I won't interfere in your personal space." I quoted the "personal space" giving pressure to that word. I think he is awestruck or may be shocked that I gave him a reply. He came close, I mean deadly closer that our breaths mingled together. But I didn't budge from my position. We were only a inch far from each other. He literally hovered over me and I thought that the night will last long in fighting with the monster of my husband. But he just glared deadly at me and stormed off to the washroom slamming the door shut. Then I released the breath which I didn't even notice I was holding. . . . . . . Strong male and female characters Grumpy x Sunshine Arrogant x Sweet South Indian girl

In class you will call me proffeser. In private you'll call me daddy. Dr. Arjun Malhotra was the kind of man mother's warned their daughter about- too handsome, too powerful, too dangerous. To the world , he was respected professor. But behind the mask, he was Mumbai's most feared Mafia king. And me? I was just Ananya Sharma, the innocent girl who made the mistake of catching his eyes. His gaze burned through me in lectures, His voice made my heart race. His touch.....ruined me. I should have run. I should have resisted. But when the devil himself decides you're his obsession, escape isn't an option. Proffeser by day. Mafia king by night. My forbidden sin.