✨🍂 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝒾 𝒿𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒽𝑒𝑔𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓆 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝒽𝒶𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝒽𝓊 🤍🕰️ 𓆩🦋𓆪 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓀... 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ✨ where love didn't knock it drifted in like a soft spell. 𓂃🍃 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈, and hearts that never learned how to leave each other. 🕯️ because some love stories don't end... they simply turn into folklore 🤍 Blood made them family. Love made them stay. 🤍 📜In a house full of chaos, loud arguments, midnight comfort talks, stolen desserts, overprotective boys, dramatic family dinners, sleepy cuddles, healing hearts, and love that never needed permission to exist... they found something stronger than blood itself. 🌸💫This isn't just a romance. It's about the people who become home. 🦋💫The ones who hold your shaking hands in silence. The ones who fight the world for you, annoy you endlessly, steal your fries, sit outside your door after an argument, and still choose you every single day. ❄️🤍A story where love is soft, messy, possessive, comforting, chaotic, and unconditional all at once. Where the boys look dangerous but love like poetry. Where the girls carry storms in their hearts yet somehow become everyone's peace. ☃️Because sometimes soul ties are stronger than surnames. And sometimes the family you choose loves you louder than the one you were born into. 🥀

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

"Run away again and I'll etch my name into your hand with my blade." My blood ran cold. He fixed his composure in a matter of seconds. It was sickening how quickly he could change. "I'm sorry sweetheart, did I scare you." His question was out of sincere concern and it messed with my head. Did I like it? Did I hate it? "I'm..sorry..." My voice trembled and my legs were close to giving out, but he nuzzled against me in content and walked away. He could have punished me until I wished I was dead, just not this time. ------------------------------- Lilac Hernandez was the daughter to the leader of the Spanish mafia. She was unloved and only a tool for her father's cruel business deal. Her soft nature and stunning beauty was her charm. Alex Romano was the leader of the Italian mafia. He was cruel and dangerous, know for his lack of hesitation. He was known as the devil. There was no one who dares stand in his way, and those who tried, died trying. She caught his eye, and he took her home. Under his cruel watch, she learned to love him.

༯ Mahnoor ༯ "Aap mohbaat ke layak he nhi hai!" ༯ Zarim ༯ "Apni umr dekho, or apni baate" Mahnoor had loved Zarim her entire life. But what happens when she confess her feelings to him? When he rejects her? When his marriage is fixed with someone else? When she ended up as his replaced bride?

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

*"You can run from a man. But how do you run from someone who lives inside your mind?"* Alia Raina thought escaping Vihaan Shergill would save her. She was wrong. After fleeing from the dangerously obsessive man who claimed her as his *everything*, Alia hides in a small flat in Jaipur, seven months pregnant and terrified for her unborn child. But Vihaan is not a normal man. He is possessive. He is powerful. And his love is the kind that destroys. For Vihaan, Alia is not just someone he loves. She is his obsession. His life His home. After searching 127 days across India, he finally finds her again. And this time... he refuses to lose her. ⚠️ **WARNINGS** • Dark Romance • Obsessive/Possessive Male Lead • Psychological Manipulation • Toxic Relationship • Pregnancy Theme • Violence & Threats • Trauma & Emotional Abuse • Stalking • Mature Themes • Morally Grey Characters • Angst & Emotional Intensity ❗This story is purely fictional and intended for mature readers who enjoy dark psychological romance.

The Devil's Ex-Wife is a second-chance dark romance with more steam than you could bear. She loved and lost...She swore to never love again. He didn't know love when it knocked on his door... Now he would burn the whole world for the woman he loved. Shakthi Kulkarni was born into a world of chaos and mayhem but all she wanted was love. She found her love and married him too. But when it ended in disaster, she decided to cut ties with the man and his world completely. Seven years have passed and Shakthi has a pretty normal life now. She has a steady job, a nice apartment and a handsome boyfriend. But the normal world she built for herself collapses around her when her ex-husband walks back into her life under a rain of gunfire. Shakthi is pulled back into his world. A world of danger and unbirdled power. A place where people die like flies. Nothing has changed or so she thought. But her old flame is not the same man he was. Stuck in his lair, Shakthi couldn't help but feel attracted to him all over again. But she couldn't fall in love with him. Not again. But he was not going to make it easy. **************** Seven years ago, Devnath Gara left his home, his family legacy and his wife. Now, he is back and he wants it all. He is a man with hunger. Hungry for power. Hungry for victory and most of all, hungry for her. Shakthi Kulkarni is not who she was. There is a new fire in her belly. New feistiness that is driving him mad. And old yet new desires that make him want to fuck the newfound stubbornness out of her. Stuck in his underground mansion with her, Dev can't help but play the cat and mouse game. Can't help but fall for his ex-wife. Tropes: Second-chance romance, Friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, dark romance, mafia romance, forced proximity, childhood sweethearts

A lone tear escapes her eyes looking at his evil laughing face. "You should have seen your face....ohh god." His laugh was so evil and dangerous. "What...you thought that...I...Vansh Ranawat will Love you...YOU...a worthless...Ugly...Poor Girl...Babe...I don't do love. I FUCK...and you my darling were so far the best fuck...So keep this, it's a prize for pleasure you gave to your future KING." Today not only her heart but her self-esteem died.....this Man killed it....and broke her beyond repair..... He threw a bundle of notes before her and get inside his royal car. Pratiksha was still looking in the direction where he went. She should have listened to her best friend. She did a mistake by giving her heart to this evil man. Wiping her tears she stands...she has to be strong....not only for her but for. Will she be able to stand strong in this selfish society...? Will this betrayal is going to make her Self esteem...self respect..and courage strong...? She has to...she will loathe him till her last breath. Will, he realizes...what he lost...how his evil motives destroyed some one so fragile.? Will it be too late to repent...? Journey of two people... One with lots of FLAWS... One with determination see their Beautiful Ruin.

"No, Dadii!!! She will stay with me!" Raghav's voice pierced through the quiet drawing room like a crack in glass. His small face, flushed with frustration, quivered with determination. At only ten years old, he already spoke with the authority of a prince one who was never denied anything. Dadii looked down at him with a mix of confusion and unease. "She's... the cleaner's daughter, Raghav. You shouldn't befriend someone like her." "I don't care!" he shouted, fists clenched. "I want her. Only her." There was a pause. A long one. Mrs Malhotra exchanged a glance with Raghav's mother, who stood nearby, her expression tight and unreadable. Finally, She exhaled. "Alright, alright," she muttered, defeated by love. "How can I go against your wish, my prince?" 🍁 "Rajesh," said the madam of the house, her manicured fingers drumming against the polished wood of her chair. "We want your daughter to stay here." Rajesh blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Madam... but she's just a child." "Your child," she said coldly, "is now important to our raghav, he wants her." She paused, letting the words sink in before leaning back. "Twenty thousand monthly. You'll get it if she stays. If she obeys." Rajesh lowered his eyes to the floor. He had never seen such money in his life. "Okay, madam," he whispered, heart sinking. "She will stay. She will do whatever the prince says." ************ Peep into joining the journey of betrayal, love and Unconditional trust. Feel free to imagine The main Characters as your favourite person or the best imagine yourself in place of the Character. Don't forget to Give your reviews and suggestions #2 in Forbidden Love 30/19/25 🍁🤭

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