˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

Noor, a dancer in the Royal Court of the Al-Yauzhan Empire wants nothing more than to pay off her debts and lead a nice, simple life-but a chance encounter with the crown prince and his brother brings her into the dangerous world of court politics. As Noor and the princes investigate their uncle and cousin's possible treason, she grows closer to the crown prince, but in order to save the kingdom and the person she loves, Noor will have to risk everything... A romantic adventure set in an imagined Arabic kingdom, THE DANCING GIRL is a story of court intrigues, romantic entanglements, and secret meetings as Noor and her best friend Amir try to help the princes they're falling for expose corrupt court officials with plans to seize the throne. Noor and Amir are close to having everything they've ever dreamed of...now all they need to do is survive.

He was a monster to everyone. He was the outcast yet no one dare to say anything bad to his face. She was the one who always have a smile on her face. She was the only one who love the monster that he is. ...... "You're my monster."

🥵😈💋Smut/18+💋😈🥵 The Red Dragon wasn't someone you saw. He was a name whispered in back alleys and late-night strategy meetings. A shadow behind the curtain. An apex predator among scavengers. If you met him face to face, odds were you wouldn't live to tell the story. Kai stepped into the light, slow, deliberate, his footsteps echoing. The black suit molded to his massive frame like a second skin. Nearly seven feet tall, built like something forged in a war god's temple-broad shoulders, thick chest, long powerful limbs. Black ink creeping from his throat and hands, hints of old scars peeking out when he moved. But it was his face that unmade men. Chiseled jaw. Cold, unreadable expression. And his eyes-black as midnight and twice as merciless. There was no warmth in them. No forgiveness. Just a still, coiled violence.

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

Theo People say that love brings out the best in you and I guess their partially right. But as for myself, well that's a different story. Love brought out the good, the bad, and the ugly with in me. It's a little ironic, don't you think? That something as beautiful and seemingly pure as love can be twisted and manipulated into something so unbearably grotesque ... dark. Love in whatever form, whether it's pure or dark is all consuming and that in itself is beautiful, right? And it's really just all a game. It has to be. But I've been losing it for so long to the supposed love of my life, my everything, my...brother. I've never really been able to handle losing and it was killing me. He was killing me in this awful...beautiful game of love and I just...lost it. This game was turning into a war. A war I had to win. A war of hearts. [Warning: this story contains mature content, graphic scenes, violence, sexual situations, explicit language, drug use, boy on boy love and a whole lot of other stuff that may make you uncomfortable. So if you can't handle it bye bye however if your staying I really hope you enjoy my first story.] © shutup345 ™ 2015 ® All Rights Reserved The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or re transmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in this story may be made, solely for personal, noncommercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or hard copy, without prior written consent of the copyright holder of the materials.

Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Pain. Angel. Hunger. Perfect. Love... Is love what this feeling is called? "You're beautiful, you're absolutely perfect, you'll never need to change for me. I promise babyboy."

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'Bound by Duty, Torn by Desire'❤️‍🔥 "I'm ordering you to love me," Nadiya's voice wavered, though she tried to sound firm. Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to defy her. "I'm your boss now. You must follow my commands, Asif." "You think love is something you can order?" he asked quietly, his voice gravelly and low. His fingers slid up her arm, grazing her skin, and her body tensed under his touch. "You can ask for my loyalty, my protection, even my life. But love? That's something else entirely." ★★★ Nadiya Khan, 27, an independent woman and architect who created her own name stepping out of the shadow of her billionaire businessman father and brother. Asif Malik, 34, a devoted bodyguard of Khan Family. His responsible nature and loyalty are his greatest pride, and he has dedicated his life to protecting those he serves. They had a past history which made Nadiya create a shell of coldness around her. What will happen when they met after 12 years and Asif will assign as her personal bodyguard? Will they be able to resist the magnetic attraction pulling them together? Or will Asif's years of dedication crumble in the face of a love that refuses to be forgotten? ★★★ And if you're craving enemies-to-lovers fire, meet Esra Yildiz, the sassy mafia princess turned reckless lawyer, and Arsalan Khan, the calm, composed CEO of a restaurant empire, the Ice Prince himself. He hated her to the core..and she returned the sentiment with equal fire. He was calm like still water; she, a stormy ocean. Yet somehow, she was the only chaos he could ever tolerate. What happens when fate forces them to work together? Will the tension crack into hatred or ignite into something far more dangerous? And when the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur... Who will fall first? Two couples, two kinds of personalities, but one dangerously addictive collision. Let the chaos of hearts begin ❤️‍🔥. Warning : Mature scenes & Language

A gunshot echoes in the rain. Haya's father, Siraj Sheikh, kneels before Yawar Kazmi, trembling. He owes Yawar a massive debt after a failed business deal that involved smuggling under Kazmi's watch. Yawar's eyes shift to the young girl standing at the doorway - Haya. Innocent. Untouched by this darkness. His lips curl into a calculating smirk. "The debt will be cleared... if she becomes mine."