"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 ✨️ ----

"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC

He was death incarnate. She was life he never asked for. Shivatya Bodil is one of the oldest, most dangerous true vampires in existence, untouchable, feared, and entirely uninterested in the ancient blood-bond tradition that ties male vampires to human mates. He's spent centuries mastering his hunger, burying his instincts, and keeping his monstrous urges at bay. Until Pranavi Mukherjee enters his life. She's the granddaughter of a dying employee... and Shivatya's fated mate. Young, sheltered, and far too human, 21-year-old Pranavi is everything Shivatya never wanted, soft where he's hard, innocent where he's brutal, warm where he's ice. He's tasked with protecting her until she's ready to become his bride, but every moment near her awakens something primal, something vicious. He doesn't want her. He shouldn't want her. But he craves her in ways that terrify even him. Pranavi grew up pampered, adored, untouched by darkness, until her grandfather's death shatters her world and leaves her at the mercy of a cold, controlling stranger with eyes like obsidian and secrets darker than night. Their paths should never have crossed. But fate, and blood, don't care what either of them wants. Can Shivatya keep his monster caged... or will Pranavi become the one temptation he can no longer resist?

I thought he saw me, the real me. Not just the body I tried to hide, or the insecurities I never showed. But the girl beneath it all. So I trusted him. Followed him. Loved him. Now I'm trapped in a house with no exits. No answers. No mercy. He says this is my life now. But the way he looks at me says otherwise. He wants to break me. Remake me. And if I want to survive... I might have to lose myself. 🚫🚫🚫18+🚫🚫🚫 This isn't a love story. Not the sweet kind. It's dark. Twisted. Addictive. The kind where the hero does unforgivable things- and you'll still find yourself wanting him. He's not safe. And neither is what you'll feel. Read at your own risk. You've been lured. 🖤 READ THE DISCLAIMER. THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR EVERYONE

Falling for Rashid Hamidi was dangerous. He was older, powerful, and a ruthless heir to an empire built on secrets and blood. Soumya was innocent, shy, and a people pleaser. She knew her feelings for the heir of Hamidi Enterprises were hopelessly one-sided. Yet, desire doesn't obey reason. What began as an innocent crush soon spiraled into something more. She thought she knew him-but she barely scratched the surface. What happens when he reciprocates her feelings? She might not have any choice but to run. Can she escape the man who has already claimed her heart? This story will pull you into a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and heartbreak. What happens when the one you once longed for becomes the one you fear the most? 💔 When power, danger, and desire collide-will she survive his world, or will he destroy hers? 💔 ✨ Perfect for fans of dark romance, possessive billionaires, dangerous mafia and high-stakes forbidden love! ✨

🥵🥵😈😈💋SMUT/EROTICA/GRAPHIC/21+/DON'T READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED-OFFENDED💋😈😈🥵🥵 Don't read if you are sensitive to erotic scenes 🙊🙊🙊🙊💔 He watched her in the mirror. Watched the way her mouth parted with a gasp, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her hips arched back toward him on instinct-offering herself, caught in her own reflection.

😈💖🥵Smut/18+/Mature🥵💖😈 Your legs tremble as his grip steadies you, his face buried between your thighs. The sensation of his sharp horns grazing your skin only heightens your awareness of his power, his presence, his overwhelming masculinity. He lingers, breathing you in as if trying to commit your scent to memory. SHORT STORY, I think that's where my strength is 😆

🥵😈💋 SMUT/EROTICA/18+ 💋😈🥵 He swiftly untied the silver chains from my wrists, only to pull my hands up over my head, holding them captive in one of his massive fists against the cold glass. His other hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my hips, while his thumb began to tease my slick, swollen core again. The familiar, agonizing ache of need grew and grew, demanding release. I struggled instinctively against his grip, but his hold was absolute-pure, unyielding demon strength.

🥵😈❤️‍🔥Short story/Mature/18+❤️‍🔥😈🥵 "Fuck," he growls, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is hungry, overwhelming, his tongue claiming me as he shoves me back against the wall. I whimper, my body arching against his, desperate for more as his hands roam over my ass, pulling me tighter against him. My wetness presses against his hardness, and I cry out softly, the ache inside me unbearable.

18+🥵😈💋SMUT💋😈🥵18+ Your thighs part at the mere thought, and you feel the searing path of phantom kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs-hot, deliberate, claiming. Each press of his mouth sends molten ripples through your belly, closer, higher, until you're arching helplessly, your hips bucking, chasing the pressure you crave. You whimper, the sound breathless, needy.