#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Revan Raichand. The name alone evokes fear, respect, and power. At 28, he stands as one of the wealthiest and most influential businessmen in the world. He is the epitome of perfection-& destruction. But beneath the tailored suits, the staggering fortune, & the piercing gaze lies a soul shrouded in darkness. He is ruthless, arrogant, and unforgiving, a man who wears his heartlessness as armor. Yet, there's a secret buried deep in his past-a wound that festers in silence, turning him into the devil everyone fears. He trusts no one, loves no one, & gives nothing to the world except his icy indifference. But even devils have their reasons for being born. Gamya Mehra is Beautiful in her simplicity, kind-hearted, & selfless to a fault, she is the embodiment of light in a world that thrives on shadows. Her family is her entire universe. Her every dream tied to their well-being. Unlike others her age, she has no friends to confide in, no luxury to chase, and no love to lose herself in. She has always dreamed of a love that is pure, a prince charming who would whisk her away to a world of happiness. Little does she know, her fate is about to take a cruel turn. He is fire; she is ice. Two worlds that should never collide. Yet, destiny has other plans. Their meeting is no coincidence-it is a storm waiting to unleash chaos. What happens when fire meets ice? When hate clashes with kindness? When revenge becomes the reason for an unholy union? As secrets unravel and emotions clash, one question remains: Will hate destroy them, or will love rise from the ashes of their broken souls? Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions, betrayal, and unexpected twists-a journey where nothing is as it seems. Dive into the drama, passion, and mystery!

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴." Aditya Singhania is not a man people look in the eye. He's the kind of power that doesn't shout only ends things. A criminal mastermind with a private empire built on fear, loyalty, and blood. When he walks into a room, the air knows who's in charge. And when he smiles? Someone's already doomed. Bhumi Shah is a therapist with dreams and a kind heart. She is like a light. She's calm where others panic. Dealing with Aditya seemed like she's dealing with a broken man rather than a dangerous one. At first, he listens. At first, he follows rules. At first, he's good to her. But monsters don't reveal their teeth all at once. Behind Aditya's composed questions lie secrets he never shares. Behind his silence is a kind of obsession that doesn't fade. And as Bhumi steps deeper into his world, she realizes the truth too late. Once Aditya Singhania decides something is his... letting go is not an option. ♡ ~ Tropes ☆ Mafia x Therapist ☆ Grumpy x Sunshine ☆ Age Gap ☆ Dark Romance

"He was feared by all... but he only melted when she looked at him with those tear-filled sea green eyes." 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 She wants to escape. He wants to own her. But fate? It wants them tangled-forever. A dark romance where obsession meets fear, pain meets healing, and love... comes in the form of a monster. #1 cold #1 indiastory #1 wattpadindia #1 loveaftermarriage #2 love #2 indian #3 desi #4 darkromance #4 fictionalcharacters #6 ceo

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 toxichero #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 hacker #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #4 broken #6 possessivehero #33 toxic #35 Dark romance #58 youngadult

# 3in truth out of 37.3k stories "Him thrusting into her like an animal, while the other was sucking her breasts." Yugveer: "How dare you go near him!" Ira (crying): "Please... it's hurting! Aah! Do it a little slower. I'll never go near any other man again!" Ranveer: "Baby, what can we do now? You should have thought of that before going near that man. This punishment will remind you that you are ours-to ruin, to cherish, ours to live with." Character Descriptions Ranveer Rathore - 32-year-old King of Rajasthan. Calculating, dominant, calm on the outside but dangerous within. Yugveer Rathore - 30-year-old King of Jodhpur. Secret mafia leader, has anger issues, flirty but only with her Ira Malhotra - 21-year-old innocent girl, abused by her parents. She never knew what real love felt like, she is a broken girl The Rathore brothers-Ranveer and Yugveer-refused to marry two rich girls, fearing it would lead to fights, jealousy, and division of their empire. They decided to marry one poor, innocent girl who would obey them and never threaten their bond. For the world, she would be the wife of one. But in secret, she would belong to both. But what happens when they unexpectedly fall in love with her? What happens when one girl becomes the heartbeat of two dangerous kings? But when some people despise this marriage will they let them be happy or something bad will occur

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

I thought monsters lived in nightmares. Then I met him. Rudra is powerful, feared, and impossible to defy. When he took me into his mansion, I thought it was to save me. I was wrong. His kindness hides chains. His touch burns like fire and freezes like ice. And his love... it's the kind that leaves marks you can't see, but feel every time you breathe. I should hate him. I should run. But every time I try, I end up right where he wants me in his arms, in his shadow... in his control. This isn't a love story. It's a trap I can't escape. ---