He ruled in silence. She shook his world with a single glance. Rudraaksh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. Control. Silence. Forged in pain and blood, he built empires with a cold heart and colder hands. His past? Buried. His future? Calculated. Marriage? Just another deal... until her. Meher was not what he expected. Draped in tradition, eyes full of fire, and a heart so stubborn it refused to bow- She didn't flinch at his silence. She answered it. She didn't soften for his rage. She faced it. And somewhere between her bold innocence and quiet rebellion... Rudraaksh forgot how to be untouched. Now, the man who made demons kneel, might just fall to his knees... for the girl who was never afraid of his darkness.

Privious name of this book : Twisted Obsession : A Mafia Romance "obssetion? No, kiddo. What I feel for you is much darker than that." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ "Run if you want kiddo. I enjoy the chase." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ Slap He didn't touch his cheek. He didn't blink. Something inside him simply shut down-the human part. What was left was the Beast. Not rage-rage is loud. This was control. This was the silence of the deep ocean. He stepped closer, invading her space until she was forced to "Interesting," he murmured. That was all. No explosion. No shouting. And that frightened her more than any roar ever could. He reached out and took her wrist. His grip was firm, unavoidable-a band of iron that didn't squeeze, but simply ended her freedom. "Do you know," he said, his voice lowering to a register that vibrated in her bones, "how many people pray I don't notice them? How many men have died just for looking at me the wrong way?" His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. Her heartbeat was frantic, a trapped bird. "And you," he continued, his eyes darkening into twin voids of obsidian, "raise your hand on me." He released her wrist suddenly, only to grab her upper arm with a strength that brooked no resistance. He began to drag her. Not toward the house. Not toward the towels. He dragged her toward the dark, restricted end of the pool-the section where the water was deep, shadowed by the overhanging architecture. "Advay, stop! You're hurting me!" He didn't respond. He didn't even seem to hear her. He stepped down into the water first, fully dressed in his charcoal trousers and silk shirt. The surface changed around him, shifting and swirling as if recognizing its master. Then, she saw them. Five shadows beneath the surface. Massive. Sleek. Moving in a rhythmic, terrifying orbit. There are Sharks . Vrishti's breath froze in her throat. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ad

I died doing what I loved-chasing deadly viruses across war zones and jungles. I was a world-class infectious disease expert, emotionally detached but good at saving lives. My guilty pleasure? BL novels full of angst, smut, and emotionally constipated men. So when I died in a freak plane crash, my guardian angel gave me a choice. I asked to be reincarnated into one of my favorite BL novels. I did not ask to be reincarnated as the illegitimate daughter of the cold, ruthless CEO male lead-a man so awful he literally tried to buy the other male lead's body in chapter three. Now I'm a four-month-old baby in diapers with one goal: fix this terrible love story. To do that, I'll have to: Turn my emotionally stunted, power-hungry father into a decent human being Save the sweet second male lead from being trafficked and destroyed by plot And oh-be the world's cutest, smartest, most manipulative toddler along the way

"In the game of power, the Queen is never moved by choice. She is taken by force." Vikramaditya Singh Rana is the youngest, most ruthless CM the state has ever seen. He doesn't believe in prayers, he believes in commands. He has everything-the throne, the people, and the law. Everything, except for the girl from the mountains who dared to look away. Gauri was never meant for the corridors of power. She was meant for the open sky and the cold mountain air. But when a debt from the past is called due, she finds herself sold to the devil in a white kurta. A forced marriage. A gilded cage. A man who wants to own her soul. Gauri thought she was being married to a leader. She didn't realize she was being handed over to a predator who had been waiting for years to claim his 'Amanat.' "You can hate me all you want, Gauri. But in this house, even your breath belongs to me."

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

[ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ] ➥ 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 was never meant to be cold, but life carved ice into her bones. Once a carefree child with an unrestrained smile her world shattered the night she was branded a murderer at nine years old. Since then, she has lived behind an unbreakable mask detached, indifferent, untouchable. A surgeon who saves lives but refuses to let anyone touch hers. To the world, she is rude, heartless, impossible to love. But they don't see the demons that claw at her in the dead of night. And then, another storm entered her life. ➥ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚, his name commands power, bends wills, and lingers on sinful lips. By day he is a businessman feared and revered. By night he drowns in fleeting bodies and silk sheets losing himself in women whose names he never remembers. Love? A weakness he discarded the moment betrayal scarred his soul. But no one knows the truth. Beyond the wealth, beyond the charm, beyond the empire, lies a man who walks in shadows, his hands stained in blood a man who rules a world where blood is currency and mercy is a weakness. And then he saw her. She was cold, distant, untouchable. The first woman to look at him without submission and that's when he knew. He hated her. He wanted her. He wanted to break her, ruin her, own her. But she despises him. Loathes his presence. Rejects his very existence. Yet Rudra Singhania doesn't just take what he wants. He devours. She refuses to kneel, but she is the only one who can bring him to his knees. But what happens when he uncovers the truth she's hidden? And what if his own darkness costs him everything? Passionate Devotion isn't a fairytale. It's a war. And in Rudra's world, the beast always wins.

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

Warning: Rated R-19 Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, emotional distress, intense relationships, and other sensitive content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Evelyn Winters is a sheltered naive girl who was homeschooled by her father to keep her safe from the outside world. The Storm brothers Elijah, Noah, and Ace are triplets known for their ruthless business tactics and dangerous tempers. Billionaires with a thirst for power and violence they are feared by many. But what happens when these cold deadly men meet Evelyn? Can the impossible happen love? Or will it turn into something darker like obsession? Disclaimers: Hi! Just a quick note before you start reading. This is Their Wife by Sainist, and I want to make it clear that I am not the original author. All credit and love for this story go to Sainist, the amazing writer who created it. This story used to be posted publicly, but it was taken down. I really loved it, and I know many others did too. So, I wanted to reupload it-not to take credit or anything like that, but simply to keep it alive for those who might have missed it or want to reread it. I am not claiming this as my work in any way. This is purely a reupload for readers who still want to enjoy the story. If Sainist ever sees this and prefers that it not be shared anymore, I will respect that completely and take it down immediately, no questions asked. Also, I want to be upfront about a few things. This story is not suitable for young readers or anyone who might be uncomfortable with intense or mature themes. The content can be heavy and may not be for everyone, especially if you are sensitive to violence or darker emotional situations. Please read with care. Note: I don't have the exact photos of the characters, the settings, or scenery of the story. Thank you, and enjoy reading!

" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 " Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride. My heart. The reason I breathed. But now... now for the first time in my life-I questioned everything. Did I love the right man? Posessive MMC. Might be triggering

Part 1 SUBMISSIVE ( ARRANGED MARRIAGE) SMUT/18+/ADULT/MATURE "We are married, and I vow to give you my last name," he whispered in my ear as we sat in front of the holy fire. "And since a relationship should be 50-50, you should vow to scream my first name." He was the CEO of the largest business in the world, a billionaire, and undeniably hot. But he had a secret: he was broken. The world feared him because of the kind of monster he was. He hated everyone. Could a monster be human? She was the fragile, innocent, and sheltered daughter of another billionaire. She knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, as her parents had always loved and protected her. She was like spring-joyful and beautiful inside and out. Could she handle a monster as a husband? In the stark, sterile confines of his corporate empire, he reigned supreme. A man of ice, his heart as cold as the steel towers that surrounded him. She, his assistant, was merely a cog in his machine, invisible to his disdainful gaze. At home, however, a different story unfolded. They were bound by a secret marriage, a union known only to them. Yet, even within the walls of their shared sanctuary, her worth seemed to elude him. Until his best friend arrived. A charming, charismatic man who instantly captivated her. The spark of a forbidden attraction ignited within her, a flame that threatened to consume the fragile peace of their carefully constructed lives. As his friend's advances grew bolder, a dormant jealousy awoke within him. He began to claim her as his own, a possessive force that both terrified and exhilarated her. Arranged Marriage ❤️ Dominant X Submissive 🌶 Spicy/ Smut/ BDSM 🥵 Boss X Assistant 🤌 Love to hate 💔 She fell first but he fell harder 😳