#BOOK 1 OF PATIL SERISE This is a story of Pihu , a simple and innocent girl who was about to get married to a handicapped man but the tables turn when she saw Abhimaan Rao Patil ( richest landlord of the village) present in front of her as her groom. What will happen next ? Will their relationship work? What comes next for them? To know more, dive into the story. Story starts on 1 may. update randomly. (Warning: The story contains some distributing things and kinky too. Read at your own risk.)

An ordinary girl wrapped in mud.....but for him she was the most beautiful being on earth. A girl who by far the societal norms couldn't match his standards....but for him she is the queen of his world A girl who is tainted in her own eyes....but for him she is the purest form of worship itself To the world, she was ordinary. To herself, she was broken. But to him, she was home. A man who ruled every room he stepped into...feared by many, untouchable by all-but in her world, he was the storm she could never escape. A man who stood like a king among men...commanding, powerful, absolute-yet in her presence, his gaze held a darkness that made her heart forget how to feel safe. A man the world admired and bowed to...unyielding, revered, invincible-but to her, he was the quiet terror she carried in her bones, even when he called her his own To the world, he was powerful. To himself, he was untouchable. But to her, he was the fear I could never outrun......or did she even want to run?

Isabelle Grace, a beautiful and innocent girl stepped into one of the top university with dreams of living a better future. Alexander Luca Romano, the rebellious bad boy of the university, with a dangerous aura and charming looks, a playboy who loves to toy with girl's and then throw them away. What will happen When Alexander's dark gaze locks onto Isabelle's innocence, a dangerous desire stirs within him. He becomes consumed by the need to possess her, cage her and claim her as his own. Will Isabelle break free from the cage of Alexander's obsession and find true love, or will she be trapped in a life of suffering? Trigger warning:- 18+ content, violence, abuse, forced relationship, smut.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside. Student x teacher Forced proximity Age gap Hate to love #1 muslimlovestory 06.25.25 #1 southasian 07.10.25 #1 muslim 12.02.25 #1 pakistan 05.02.26

The room felt smaller than it was. Or maybe-it was just him. Naina stumbled back as Shiv moved forward. Not fast. Not angry. Just... certain. Every step he took seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. "Shiv... please," her voice shook. He didn't stop. He looked at her with the same detached focus he used for a police report. "Why do you keep pushing me to this, Naina?" he asked quietly. Her back hit the wall. Cold. Hard. No space left. "I didn't do anything..." she whispered. "You always say that," he replied. His voice was calm. Controlled. It was a thousand times worse than anger. She tried to bolt past him, but his hand caught her wrist. The grip was unyielding-a set of human shackles. "Don't," he said. The word was a final decree. Her heart pounded violently. "Let go..." His face came closer, his breath hot and terrifyingly intimate against her ear. "I don't want to hurt you..." he whispered. A pause. Her breath hitched. "...but you don't listen." Tears blurred her vision. Her body went still-not because she wanted to, but because she was paralyzed. And there was nowhere left to run. 🏅#1 in #policeofficer on 23/5/2026 🏅#1 in #husbandandwife on 25/5/2026

TRIGGER WARNINGS :- blackmailing :- attempted r@pe :- blood :- child @buse :-de@th :-domestic abuse :-guns :-extreme graphic violence :-graphic sexual situations :-incestuous situation :-kidnapping :-murder :-self-harm :-suicide This is a story of Russian Mafia and indian girl who are forced to get married for peaceful alliance...

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

He is 32 - mature, arrogant, feared by everyone and practical - the powerful village headman whose word is law. She is 19 - naive, bubbly, and emotionally driven - a common village girl from a poor background. He believes in control. She believes in love. He forcefully married her, and she was forced to marry him. They say opposites attract... but will they?