You ran from the Kings, Navanya. You thought you could hide my blood in a dirty city? Now, you will watch me strip away everything you love, piece by piece - Zoravar 🪷🪷🪷 I knelt outside your studio door every single day, Navanya. The prince of this valley begged you for forgiveness like a dog begging for crumbs. You heard me crying. You knew how broken I was after my mother died. But you sat behind that door, calculated your tracks, and let me believe you were dead. You didn't just run from a cage... you ripped my soul out and stole my son - Shourya 🪷🪷🪷 No! No, please, Zoravar, don't do this! Take my life, punish me, kill me if you want-but give me my baby! He needs his mother! You cannot be this heartless to an innocent child! - Navanya

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

˙˚ʚ₍ 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘂×𝗔𝘃𝗻𝗶 ₎ɞ˚ #Top6 in india~1/5/26. He asked. He tried every possible way to make her his. But her being scared of him refused everytime. ｡:.ﾟ𝐒𝐨, 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐩.:｡+ﾟ By filling her hairline with sindoor he married her against her wishes. Now she is trapped in a marriage with the man she fears the most. She calls him her worst nightmare. Yet every time danger comes near her, it is Abhimanyu who stands between her and the darkness. ✦ She's innocent and He's devil. ✦ She's terrified of him while he's madly in love. ✦ He's dangerously obsessed with her. ✦ He fell first, harder, and never planned to let go. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺? 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓~~~ ✨Tropes✨ #agegap #forcedmarriage #hefellfirstandharder #obsessiveml #jealousfml #possesiveml #touchheranddie #grumpy×sunshine #Professor×Student #Husband×wife

I died on a cold marble floor with oysters burning in my throat. My name is Netra Verma Oberoi. This is not a love story. This is the story of how two men - one I was forced to marry, and one I once loved with all my heart - slowly, methodically, destroyed me until I chose silence over survival. From the day my parents sold me into a loveless, violent marriage to the final private dinner where I swallowed my own death, every chapter is soaked in my blood, tears, and quiet screams. Ranbir Oberoi broke my body. Sameer Chopra broke my soul. And I... I finally broke free in the only way left to me. If you have ever been silenced, used, or abandoned... this story will tear your soul apart. PS : Not a happy ending... It's brainrot

Azlynn Jennings is a 19-year-old woman trying to forge her own path in this world. She works tirelessly at a restaurant to pay for her small studio apartment. Running from a terrible past she fleas to the huge city of New York. All she wants is to be left alone and to keep to herself. She's been doing well-taking care of herself in the big city for five months, that is until she appears under his radar. Lorenzo Joseph Albertini is 27 years old, a successful businessman, and very wealthy. He has the reputation of using whatever means necessary to get what he wants. He is cunning, ruthless, and Brilliant. His world spins when he meets the beautiful and innocent Azlynn, and he will do anything to make her his. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Warning... this story contains themes of Domestic Violence, Rape, Sexual assault, death, and assault. Read at your own risk!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

A cousin marriage Adaa Mallik Life is all good until she knows that she is already bounded by him Zayn Mallik He control his desires and his actions for her childish nature But he loses his mind when she refused to accept him Dark Romance story

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.