"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) # Top10 in India from 07.05.2026

Book 1- VV Royals Series (Can be read as standalone) Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

𝓢𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 . 𝘈𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘷: 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 '𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦'. 🖊️Under sudden editings. Some parts might have slight changes.

"You are not meant to be with me, we are not meant to be please understand me!!" He pleaded her with anger and something closer to affection. She stood there, facing his back with glassy eyes and hardened expression on face. "Say it by looking at me Aarya?" She questioned, he didn't, he couldn't, won't because he would be weaker and crumble down... Centuries later....... Four girl best friends had ended up in a cursed temple... unintentionally(intentionally)...one night changed everything.... "Yaksha...." The name only heard in Indian subcontinent's folklores and Puranas ,in set of Eastern Asian cultures...is actually here.... BHAIRAVA.... He is coming after them, in the shadows, whispers and air...to make one Queen out of them.... This Story is going to be a life time adventure for them. What is the exact connection between these centuries old tragedy and them? What might be the adventure?

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⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

Love. Obsession. And a man who doesn't know where one ends and the other begins. Alana Singh has always known how to disappear - into shadows, into silence, into the wounds no one dares to see. Dusky, curvy, and overlooked, she never expected to catch the eye of Digvijay Singh Rathore - the ruthless billionaire with eyes like winter and a soul carved from secrets. But he's been watching her for years. Waiting. Planning. And when she steps into his empire for an internship, she walks straight into the trap he's built just for her. Now she's tangled in his world of power, obsession, and forbidden desire - where every touch feels like worship and every lie tastes like sin. Because Digvijay doesn't just want her. He wants to own her. A dark, emotional, and intoxicating romance about obsession, redemption, and the love that ruins before it saves. A tender, raw coming-of-age story about heartbreak, healing, and the terrifying risk of finally being seen. ------------------ (This story is fast-paced and messy. I wrote it while I was mentally fighting a big battle. It became a good distraction for me. I ended up writing 25-30 chapters in just one week-so it's not perfect. I focused more on the emotions than anything else. Still, I hope you enjoy it.)

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.