After five thousand years entombed in darkness, Rudra, the cursed Alpha of the lost werewolf bloodline, rises from his eternal slumber. Once a mighty king of Kaalkut - the Fort of Death, Rudra had been betrayed by the very world he sought to protect. Now awakened, his heart burns with vengeance, and his veins flow with destruction. Kingdom after kingdom crumbles beneath his wrath, their walls drenched in blood and their rulers swallowed by shadows, until only one land remains untouched by the horrors of the supernatural: Amarvan, a realm of eternal greenery, peace, and life. But destiny's cruel hand strikes when Rudra sets foot in Amarvan, prepared to conquer... and instead, he sees Princess Ishita. In one heartbeat, everything changes. Ishita's world shatters as she is pulled into the savage domain of werewolves, curses, and ancient blood feuds. Against all reason, she is revealed as Rudra's mate, an impossibility, for the werewolf race had been cursed centuries ago to live without soulmates. Why her? Why now? As Ishita struggles with the brutal truth of Rudra's legacy, ancient enemies rise from the ashes of forgotten wars, some seeking vengeance, others carrying secrets that could destroy them both. The shadows of Kaalkut creep ever closer, threatening not only Amarvan but the fate of the entire world. Will Ishita accept the Beast King of Kaalkut with a soul drowned in blood? Or will destiny tear them apart before the final truth is revealed? "After the guns and passion of Devraj × Indu, welcome to the fangs and fury of Rudra × Ishita."

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

"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

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."

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ Meenakshi never believed in "dangerously handsome" until danger walked into her life dressed in a suit, wearing a silver watch, and with a gaze sharp enough to take her breath away. ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ Rudraksh Rajvanshi-the mafia prince people whisper about, the man whose silence is a language, and whose eyes speak only one thing: ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ Mine. ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆ He becomes her boss. Her chaos. Her protector. Her obsession. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝🛸๋࣭ ⭑⚝ And somewhere between stolen kisses, broken rules, forced marriage, and mafia wars- their enemies realize one thing too late: 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 When Rudraksh looks at Meenakshi... he will burn the world for her without blinking. ✩°｡🧸𓏲⋆.🧺𖦹 ₊˚ 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲╰┈➤ 11:11𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 SOUTH / NORTH DRAMA ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

"He didn't just love her-he worshipped her." Cunning. Ruthless. Dangerous. Atharv Ranawat is the underworld king-a feared and powerful billionaire CEO. The devil himself. He is a man made of power and blood, the kind the world bends to, quietly, brutally, and without mercy. He never wanted to marry until the girl who once saved his life turned out to be his vowed bride. The daughter of his rival. He didn't believe in love, but he felt something for her he couldn't explain. She stole his soul without permission. But his love wasn't simple-it was obsessive. Possessive. Dark. And she was all his now. He wasn't letting her go. Not this time. Not ever. Innocent. Alluring. Sharp. Aashvi Mehrotra is a software engineer-and one of the best hackers in disguise. Unfortunately, her family's pawn. All she ever wanted was care and love. Marrying someone she didn't love was never in her plan. But falling for the devil? Even worse. Trapped in a forgotten contract she never signed, she walks into his world of power, obsession, and control. Maybe she'd survive him. Maybe she'd save him. And maybe... She'd teach the devil what it means to love- without chains. Without control.

† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm

"You were mine. And I snatched you back from the world that forgot us." She was the daughter of a crime journalist - brave, untamed, and full of fire. He was the Black Dragons' king - feared, worshipped, and merciless. And one day, he placed a gun to her temple... And made her his bride. Now, Shin Yn is trapped in a mansion that breathes silence, watched by eyes that know too much. Doors she's forbidden to open. Truths she's not meant to remember. But behind the madness is a boy she once knew. A boy who loved butterflies, and the sound of her voice. A boy who lost her in fire and blood. And grew into a monster who would burn the world to find her again. There are memories buried in ash. Promises carved into childhood. And a love so twisted - it was never meant to survive the flames. Until now. From the creator of obsession and ruin comes a story where love doesn't rescue... it reclaims. "She was the light he lost in flames... and the darkness he embraced to bring her home."

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭," 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 "𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." -☆- 𝒌𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂: He's my enemy, the one person I hate with all my heart, so why does my heart flutter at his mere sight? 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧: She's my enemy, but I found her attractive and love to fight with her, but my heart desires her the way which I won't be able to tell!