𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

"Anishka :- His Lethal Possession." Dark Mafia Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Obsession | Slow Burn | He was destruction dressed in silk. She was softness wrapped in scars. And fate didn't ask before it ruined them both. He's not the kind of man girls dream of. He's the kind mothers warn about. Rudra Singh Rajput- Mafia King. Ruthless CEO. Cold-blooded and untouchable. He doesn't love. He owns. He doesn't fall. He makes the world fall to its knees. Until he saw her. Anishka Malhotra- Nineteen. Innocent. Soft-spoken. She heals children, and prays for strangers. She believes in fairy tales. And he's the monster hiding beneath the bed. But the moment his eyes found her, something inside him snapped- and it wasn't just desire. It was possession. It was war. It was obsession. "You think I'm your worst mistake, Anishka? Sweetheart, I'm the man who'll burn down your world just to keep you in it." Now, she's trapped in his dangerous game. And the more she fights, the deeper he wants her- Not just her body, but her soul. Her tears. Her heartbeat. Every breath she takes, he wants to own. She's the light he never deserved. And he's the darkness she was never ready to face. But love doesn't bloom in this world. It bleeds. --- Themes of the Story: Dark Romance & Obsession: A tale of ruthless love, where obsession blurs the line between danger and desire. Mafia x Innocent Girl. Forced Marriage to True Love. Emotional Healing & Redemption. Powerful Female Growth. Possessiveness & Protection. Sensual, Romantic, and Heartwarming. -- Note from the Author: This is a work of fiction, born purely from my imagination. Please do not copy or repost my content elsewhere. 18+ | Mature Themes All image credits go to Pinterest. Kindly ignore typos or minor mistakes.. I'm always learning. Constructive feedback is welcome, but hate is not. Please Support Me. 🥺❤️ - Roseonrisebabe ✨️ ----

𝗥𝗔𝗔𝗝𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Born to rule, Shivaay Singh Shekhawat is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously ambitious. His father, a powerful union cabinet minister, has only one goal- placing Shivaay on the Chief Minister's throne. But power demands sacrifice, and alliances are sealed in blood... and marriage. Anamika Singhania grew up loving one man... Rudra, Shivaay's younger brother, the one who made her laugh, the one she dreamed of. But Rudra never saw her the way she burned for him. Now, fate has bound her to Shivaay, the man she fears... and the one who ignites something darker inside her. "I don't need your love, Anamika," Shivaay's voice is dark, sinful. "I need your obedience." "And if I refuse?" she whispers, anger laced with fear. "There are no refusals in politics. Only power." Rudra never wanted her... until she was no longer his to lose. "Anamika, you don't seem to understand my-" Rudra murmurs, as he reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment like he might touch her shoulder, might anchor her to something "I may not understand everything, Rudra... but I do understand one damn thing... People who once called someone their own don't get to exploit them like they never meant a thing. Like they were just a stepping stone." She cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Trapped between the man she always loved and the one who now owns her fate, Anamika must decide: fight for love, surrender to power, or risk being destroyed by both. Three hearts. Two brothers. One throne. 🚨 NO CHEATING 🚨 🔺 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹. 🔺

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

Unki pehli mulaqat mein lafzon ki zarurat nahi thi , unki aankhon ne hi kissa likh diya. prem ka~ Previously known as his ardhangini-hind saga.

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

In the realm of guns, lies, deception and beasts, an angel was born "Damn it!" ---

When Shreya's brother's wedding brings laughter, colors, and celebration into her home, she never expects danger to walk through the same doors. But the night she falls-quite literally-into the arms of Rudra, her world changes forever. Rudra isn't just a guest. He's the ruthless mafia king her family owes a debt to. Cold, powerful, and feared by all-except by the girl who dares to look into his eyes. For Rudra, it was obsession at first sight. For Shreya, it was the beginning of her ruin. Now, bound by a debt her family cannot repay, she is caught in a dangerous dance between fear and desire, innocence and obsession, light and shadow. And Rudra will stop at nothing to claim what fate has placed in his arms. Because in his world, love isn't gentle-it's Junoon

✧ He was my desire; I was his obsession. ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Her silence was like a dagger to my heart. I reached out, my hand trembling, and clutched at the hem of her dupatta. "Taara, nahi, nahi, please mujhe chhod kar mat jao." I sobbed, griping. "Please, maaf kardo, Taara. M-mai mar jaunga, tumhare bina." (Taara no, no, please don't leave me.) (please, forgive me, Taara. I'll die without you.) She pulled her dupatta from my grasp, the motion pulling me further into the depths of despair. "Mar jao." The finality in her words was like a death knell. (Die then.) I collapsed fully onto the floor, my forehead pressing against the cold tiles before her feet as I sobbed uncontrollably. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* #5 in desiromance #6 in bestbooksonwattpad #32 in hacker #43 in writer #56 in watty #104 in adultromance © 2024 by Vasuki Sameer All rights are reserved. Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr