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.

👉The book has been moved to stck.me. The link is in my Wattpad and Instagram bio. ( Agniwanshi series book~1 )💗 "Look at me when I'm deep inside you." 😈🔥 Rudhransh Agniwanshi is a mafia king, a man wrapped in silk suits and lethal power, hiding a dangerous madness behind a calm, commanding exterior. Every step he takes exudes control, dominance, and a hunger that very few dare to challenge. He has everything the world can offer, yet he wants only one thing - Prisha. 💀💔 Prisha is a college girl whose light shines brighter than the darkness surrounding her. She laughs freely, loves fiercely, and believes in a world far gentler than the one Rudhransh inhabits. The moment he sees her, something awakens inside him, something possessive, obsessive, and unrelenting. She becomes his world, his obsession, and his greatest desire. He decides she is his and nothing will stop him from claiming her, even if she doesn't yet understand the power he holds over her. 💥❤️ Love in his world is never gentle. It is dangerous, consuming, and inescapable. The deeper she falls for him, the more she discovers the thin line between passion and captivity. Every touch, every whisper, every glance pulls her closer into a storm she cannot resist and a world she cannot leave behind. 🌪️💋 This is a story of desire and domination, of a man who rules with fire and a woman whose light cannot be tamed. It is dark, it is obsessive, it is possessive, and it is impossible to forget. 🔥💀❤️ A mafia romance where love feels like captivity and escape feels impossible. 🖤 ---

"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.

Saanjh was still standing like a statue, completely frozen. Adhiraj walked toward her. The anger in his eyes from a few moments ago had now softened., "Hamse shadi kr lijiye, Saanjh" (Marry me! saanjh) She looked at him, and suddenly a fire of anger ignited inside her. Through her tears, she shouted, "Aap sabne samajh kya rakha h hame, ek ne becha, dusre ne kharida aur ab aap aa gaye hame bachakar apne jaal me kaid karne k liye" (What do you all think I am? One sold me, another bought me, and now you have come to 'save' me just to trap me in your own cage.) "Insaan hn ham, koi chij nahi, jb jiska mann ho ham pr apna adhikar jatane aa jaye" (I am a human being, not an object... that anyone can claim whenever they want.) "Dekhiye..." she joined her shivering palms together, her voice breaking, "aapne hame us insaan se bachaya, uske liye ham aapke aabhari rahenge pr ham aapse shadi nahi kar sakte hn" (you saved me from that man, and for that I will always be grateful to you. But I cannot marry you.) "Shadi to aap hamse karengi, apni marji se, ya phir jabardasti" (You will marry me, either of your own will, or by force,) Adhiraj said to her in a very calm way. For a long moment, Saanjh remained locked in his stare. Finally, she retreated two paces and spoke with trembling but firm resolve, "Mar jayenge, pr aap jaise gunde se shadi nahi karenge" (I'll die before I marry a goon like you) Adhiraj let out a low, dangerous chuckle. "Fine," he murmured, "maar dete hn" He stopped for a moment, staring straight into her eyes. His voice became very low and scary as he added, "Aapki family ko" Keeping his gaze locked on her eyes, he pointed his gun toward her grandmother and said, "Aaj ya to aapki doli uthegi hamare sath...ya aapki aankho k samne aapke ghar walo ki arthi uthegi" (Today, either you leave this house in a wedding palanquin with me... or you will watch your family leave it in funeral processions.)

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈