"Don't do this to me please, let me go, we'll pay your money back." I tried to beg him. "Shhh... No... Don't be doing that." He said holding my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "You now belong to me.." he said as he tightened his hold on my chin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A young girl is kidnapped by a ruthless mafia boss and deceived into marrying him. Initially, he makes her life a living hell, but over time he finds himself falling for her. But their relationship is complicated and full of danger. Despite his allegiance to the mafia, he embarks on a forbidden romance with Isabella. The young girl struggles to understand what he wants from her and she must decide if she can escape the life she had been thrown into. Can their love survive the darkness around them or will it ultimately destroy the both of them? MOST IMPRESSIVE RANK #2 hatetolove #5 arranged marriage #2 Spanish mafia

Nandini's POV "Do you like it, little bird?" Hukum asked softly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't even look at him. The mere fact that I was sitting so close to him made my heart race uncontrollably. This was wrong. So wrong. He was the mighty Rajvanshi heir. The man everyone feared. And I... I was nothing more than a servant's daughter. Someone who never belonged in his world. Someone who should never have been here. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred my vision. Without thinking, I pushed against his chest and quickly tried to move away. I needed distance. I needed to breathe. But before I could take even a single step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. With one pull, I was back beside him. My breath caught. "We're not done yet, wifey." The word hit me harder than it should have. Wifey. My stomach twisted painfully. I shook my head. "I'm not your wife." My voice came out weaker than I intended. "That marriage..." I swallowed. "It was a mistake." For a moment, silence filled the room. Dangerous silence. The kind that made my heart pound harder. Slowly, Hukum stood. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Unreadable. And then- A small smile appeared on his lips. The kind of smile that sent chills down my spine. "A mistake?" he repeated quietly. He took a step toward me. Then another. And another. Until my back hit the wall. Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. His gaze dropped briefly to the mangalsutra resting against my throat before returning to my eyes. And what he said next made the blood drain from my face. "Then tell me, little bird..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Something that should not have existed. Something that could destroy everything I believed. "If our marriage was a mistake..." His fingers tightened around it. "Then why do I have this?" --- To be continued... 🔥

Meet Elizabeth Wilson She once believed in fairy tales. A kindhearted girl born into nothing but hardship, she lived in the heart of Rome, a city that felt too big for her small, orphaned world. Elizabeth was a ballerina-a dreamer. She moved like poetry on a stage and spent her days balancing college classes and part-time jobs to pay for her survival. Despite everything, Elizabeth loved life's smallest blessings-the scent of fresh coffee, the sound of music through her headphones, the way the city lights reflected off rainy sidewalks. She believed in love. In kindness. In freedom. But fate had different plans. Because darkness doesn't always announce itself with storms. Sometimes, it walks into your life wearing a devil's smile. ● ● ● Enter Samuel Vitale. He wasn't a college boy. Not really. He looked the part-young, handsome, confident. But behind those cold hazel eyes lived a monster. A powerful drug dealer with blood on his hands and an empire in the making. He ran the underworld like a ghost. Smart, calculated, deadly. Samuel was ruthless. Born to chaos, raised by cruelty, he learned early that love was a weakness and loyalty was just another word for chains. But something shifted the day he saw her. Elizabeth. To him, she was light. Beauty. The one thing he didn't know he needed. And once he laid eyes on her, he couldn't look away. ● ● ● Read prologue for detailed description.

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫- "𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

She saved him once. Now he can't let her go-even if it means caging her heart. "One night changed everything. Now, he'll burn the world to keep her". "Bound by fate. Trapped by desire." The night was thunder-washed, the kind of storm that could wash away blood and secrets. Aarya didn't expect to find a bleeding man in the middle of nowhere. Definitely not one with a gun tucked in his belt and rage in his eyes. But instincts took over, and she dragged him into her barn, stitched him up, and locked him in her store room. Just for one night. Just until morning. She never expected him to remember her. She never expected him to look at her like she was his. But Kian Vora never forgot. Not the girl who dared to hold him hostage. Not the one who patched him up and vanished. So when fate kept throwing her into his world-again and again-he mistook it for destiny. And when she didn't return his obsession, he mistook that for betrayal. So he took her. Not to hurt her. Just to keep her. as his Even if she hated him for it.

"Aap mujhse door kyun bhaag rahi ho, Noor?" Veer Malhotra's voice cut through the room-low, controlled, and dangerously calm, like a warning no one had the courage to ignore. Noor's breath hitched. Her back pressed harder against the wall as her eyes flicked around, searching for an escape that didn't exist anymore. Every instinct in her was screaming to run, but her body refused to move. "Please... mere paas mat aao." Her voice broke at the end, fragile in a way she hated. Veer took a slow step forward. Then another. Unhurried. Certain. Like he already knew she belonged exactly where he wanted her to be. The air between them felt suffocating, heavy with something unspoken and dangerous. "Main aapko kuch nahi hone dunga." Noor shook her head, panic rising in her chest. Her eyes were wide now-trapped, cornered. "Aap samajhte kyun nahi ho... mujhe aapse darr lagta hai." Veer stopped just a breath away from her. His shadow swallowed her completely. His gaze was fixed, unblinking-possessive in a way that didn't ask for permission. "Aur main duniya se nahi..." he paused, voice dropping even lower, "aapko khone se darrta hoon, Noor." Silence snapped shut around them. Outside, the world kept moving. Inside that room, she had nowhere left to run. He owns power the world bows to. Veer Malhotra doesn't ask-he decides. Noor Rajput never wanted his attention. But she became the only thing he couldn't let go. She runs. He reaches. She hides. He finds. And no matter how far she goes... he is already there. . . #1 in protectivebutdangerous ( 21/07/2026) #3 in possessivelove ( 21/07/2026) #9 in originalstory (21/07/2026)

A forced marriage between a reserved businessman and a psychology student with a traumatic past becomes an unexpected journey of healing and love as Arhaan's obsession softens into genuine care, Minha learns to trust again, proving that even the deepest scars can fade with patience, respect, and true connection

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .