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.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

Bekhudi: His Ruthless Obsession She was just seventeen when she confessed her love to him. He was twenty-four her brother's best friend and he rejected her coldly, calling her feelings "childish." Heartbroken and humiliated, Shivani left the country, vowing to never look back. Ten years later, she returns as a bold, successful fashion designer -confident, guarded, and far from the innocent girl he once knew. But fate has other plans. When her life spirals into danger, the only person she can turn to for help is the same man who once shattered her heart: Vikram Singh Rathore... He was supposed to protect her. Instead, he decides to own her. What started as a childish crush has now become his darkest obsession. And this time, he won't let her go. She wants freedom. He wants her completely. In the game of love and control, who will win? A story of rejected love, burning obsession, and dangerous possession.

Some love stories do not end. They simply continue without you in them. Mukti was never the other woman. She was the second choice in a love story that had already ended before she ever stepped into it. For seven years, she waited. Not for grand gestures or pretty promises. Just for one moment where he would look at her, not as a replacement, not as a responsibility, but as the woman who stood beside him every single day. She lived in a marriage where nothing was cruel enough to complain about. Arjun was gentle. He was faithful. He loved their daughter with a devotion that never wavered. He spoke to Mukti, touched her, shared a home and a bed with her. And yet, he was never truly there. His heart remained somewhere in the past, holding onto a love he had lost and never learned to let go. "Woh kisi aur ke gham se ubhar hi nahi paaya, Aur main kisi apne ke hote hue bhi tanha reh gayi" In the letters Mukti never meant him to read, her truth finally unfolds. Of how she slowly disappeared. Of how she kept loving without being loved back. Of how loneliness learned to wear the mask of stability. Now Arjun is forced to face what he chose not to see. That while he mourned his past, he made his present live unloved. This is not a story of infidelity. It is the story of emotional absence, stretched across seven years, until waiting no longer felt like hope, but habit.

BOOK-1 of THE DEADLY DEVOTION SERIES. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ,𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ꧁༒𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 × 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔༒꧂ 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀: A bright, innocent girl with a heart full of laughter and eyes full of dreams. 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋....𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ- sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. And the man standing beside her in the wedding mandap wasn't 𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔻ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕋- ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕀𝔸ℕℂ𝔼. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 -- Her cousin's fiance. Cold, Arrogent. Mysterious. A man who didn't believe in love but still claimed her as his wife. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, SHRAVARI ғɪɴᴅs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ~𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝐻𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑅𝐼 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷...𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸...?? #2 in top 10 across the India- 11.03.2026 #1- 12/13.03.2026

.... am I that bad to be loved, wanted. I am an unwanted daughter, now i will be an unwanted wife. God what's your problem. Why am i so unwanted in this universe. kya likha hain apne meri kismat mein.. --- Jaanvi mittal A girl who has only seen pain and ignorance all her life . She was always an undesired , unwanted child of her parents . Her only dream is to have a happy family . She wants her happily ever after . "If happy ever after did exist I would be holding you like this ".... ------- ABHIMAAN RAJWANSH He was a every girl desire . His definition of love.....uhmmm............never mind. He loves his family and business more than any thing in this world. He can be rude sometimes . What happens when he is asked to marry a mere stranger by her mother sacchi mohabbat milna bhi , takdeer hote hain , bahut kam logo ke hathon mein ye lakir hoti hain.......... 𝒜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 •under editing• [ Crossed10k views on 15 February 2022] STARTED: 4/11/21 ENDING: 12/2/22 Most impressive Rankings:🏅 #1- believe 12/1/22 #1- affection 12/1/22 #1-sadness 6/2/22 #1- loneliness 31/3/22 #2-generalfiction 14/3/22 #3-lovestory 1/5/22 #3-broken 9/2/22 #3- indianlovestory 10/3/22 #4-forced 18/2/22 #4- loveaftermarriage 4/4/22 #5-panic 5/3/22 #6- care 17/7/22 #8- cold hearted 4/4/22 #8- secret 17/7/22 #11- Wattpad 8/4/22 #20-arranged 4/4/22 #22- love 11/5/22 #23- hate 11/5/22 #46-romance 1/3/22 #30-family 8/7/22 #22 -unwanted 4/4/22 #70-depressed 11/5/22

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+