A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance They were never meant to be lovers. They were barely meant to survive each other. Veer Singhania-ruthless, cold-blooded, and India's most feared underground billionaire. As heir to the Singhania crime empire, he built his fortune on blood, betrayal, and unrelenting discipline. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. Inaya Raichand-fierce, fiery, and born to defy. The only daughter of the powerful Raichand cartel, sworn enemies of the Singhania's, she's spent her entire life resenting everything Veer stands for. She's whip-smart, sharp-tongued, and determined to escape the life she was born into. But when a brutal turf war threatens to destroy both empires, a deal is struck. A forced marriage to keep the peace. Neither of them wants it. Both of them refuse to back down. And as the lines between hate and desire blur, dangerous secrets begin to rise to the surface. In a world of power, pride, and betrayal, will they destroy each other-or be forced to choose love over loyalty?

She was his light. He was her darkest sin. Manika Sharma, a shy yet strong girl from Delhi, never expected her dream job in Gurgaon to drag her into the dangerous world of obsession, power, and shadows. Aarav Kapoor - cold, ruthless, feared by the underworld - fell for her the moment she stood up for someone she loved. And once Aarav sets his eyes on something, he never lets go. Possessive. Arrogant. Dangerous. Aarav vows to make Manika his, by hook or by crook. But Manika isn't just an innocent pawn. She's fire hidden under calm waters, the only one who can bring the Mafia God to his knees. Love. Obsession. Betrayal. Passion. A story where a girl becomes the queen of the man the world bows to. Because in Aarav's world, Manika isn't just his love. She is his eternal claim.

Being a stalker came with its dangers in itself, but stalking the Italian mafia's princess? It was a task that could easily be rewarded with death. A deadly obsession. A just as powerful stalker. How will Maria deal with the rival mafias son being completely, utterly and irrevocably obsessed with her? . . . MARIA BIANCHI age 19 Protected and sheltered her whole life, by not just her overprotective parents but also her 3 older brothers. She always had a loving childhood but never the freedom to go out and explore. Homeschooled her whole life, she never got the chance to make many friends but her one best friend Isabella. Her mom's best friends daughter. What will she do when one day, when she is finally allowed to leave her house for a few hours she catches the eye of the worst man possible? The sole male heir to the rival mafia. The Russian mafia. ALEKSANDER PETROV age 23 One of the only two children of the Russian Don. He was raised lovingly but he never got the same care as his younger sister. He never resented her for it but grew to hate his father. The Russian Don. Feared by not just the citizens but also the government. Aleksander was known to be cold and heartless. He cared about no one and had no weak spot. Not even his dead mother who died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a don. He was never taught love, or kindness. Only cruelty and hate. So when he sees a brunette girl eating ice cream and feeding the ducks his heart doesnt know how to behave. And he does the only thing he's ever been taught. He fixates. (NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST) #1 in stalkerromance, 25th & 26th January, 2026

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬. ⋆˙♡ ⋆.˚✮˚.⋆ Everything in my life was a whirlwind when I saw him again. Two years felt like a lifetime, and I was filled with anticipation to reunite with my best friend. However, when our eyes met, I realized something was terribly wrong. The boy who used to have a kind and gentle spirit, who once believed in compassion and empathy, was now someone unrecognizable. He had transformed into a person capable of great cruelty. He had killed those who trusted him, and the smile he gave me was chilling, void of remorse, as if he hadn't committed the heinous acts he was accused of. My heart ached with disgust and sorrow. How could the person I admired so deeply become a monster? The Rishi I knew was gone, replaced by someone who had lost his way. He was no longer the confidant with whom I shared my dreams and fears. He is not the same Rishi Ranawat I knew. Started on: 20/03/25 Ended on: Copyright ©️2025

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

╰┈➤✮ 𝑅𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑 × 𝐴𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "You will not talk to him." He said whispering, as if trying to control his anger, but I don't care about him right now. "I will, you are literally no one to tell me what to do and what not." I said, stating the fact. "Oh, Mia! Do not make me do something that you will regret." He said encircling his one hand around my waist and with the other he held the back of my neck firmly yet gently as he pushed me against the wall lightly, cagging me. "What will you do huh?" I know I am provoking him but i don't care because why would I? He thinks that he owns me which is so wrong. It's just him and his lethal obsession. "I will not think twice before fucking you right now and I will not stop till, forget about dancing you are even unable to walk properly." He said and i could see in his eyes that he is not lying at all. He is Rushad Shannan after all. The man of his words. ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─── A girl was just dancing in the rain one day but she didn't know that a man would get so obsessed with her that he would make her his possession. What will happen when he tries to make her mine? Will she accept him? Or She will run away from him? Dark romance!! So it will contain highly mature content. Really possessive MML. So read it at your risk!

I stood there trembling facing Ghazi Sahab The gun didn't waver It gleamed under the light ... steady ... cold Behind me ... Niharika ... Siya ... Laila All waiting for my answer "Say yes jaan" No smile this time ... only a command My lips parted I wanted to scream ... to run ... to vanish But his dark haunted eyes held me still "Kya muh dikhayenge logon ko ab" Papa's voice ripped through the house like thunder He slammed the table ... vase crashed ... marbles scattered ... Maa screamed "Ek Pandit pariwar ki beti hoke itni giri hui harkatein" he roared Maa grabbed my arm sobbing "Yeh tune kya kar diya" Then came the slap ... hard ... the kind that hits your soul "Mujhe tujhe paida hi nahi karna chahiye tha" she cried Chacha's voice cut in like a blade "Ghar ki izzat mitti mein mila di" Chachi hissed "Ashlil harkatein ... sab ke saamne tamasha" Walls echoed with curses ... shouts ... glass breaking I could taste the fear ... the shame ... the air too thick to breathe "Bas karo" I screamed ... my voice drowned under fists hitting flesh Papa's rage ... my uncles' shouting ... and him ... standing there ... blood dripping ... not fighting back "Chhod do usse please" I cried ... struggling He looked at me ... eyes soft ... almost apologetic "If I hit them ... you'll hate me" "I already hate you for not leaving" I shouted "If you love me ... even a little ... as much as a single grain of sand ... then LEAVE" He didn't move Another blow landed "Please ... I love you damn it ... go before they kill you" For a second everything stopped ... only our eyes locked He smiled faintly "You'll be safe if I stay" He clenched his jaw ... eyes burning "I hate you ... more than I ever thought I could" I laughed through my tears "Good ... then we finally agree on something"

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"