She was born into privilege, but traded like an asset. Married into a dynasty so powerful even governments bow to it, she becomes the shared wife of seven brothers-each dangerous in his own way, each bound by blood, power, and secrets. Inside their empire of wealth and control, escape is impossible. Obedience is expected. And survival is never guaranteed.

He was authority. She was innocence. Naavan Dhillon had grown up around politics, power, and people who knew better than to cross him. At twenty-three, he was the influential politician's son and the presidential face of DN College-admired by many, feared by some, and emotionally distant from everyone. Mahnoor Gill was everything his world wasn't-quiet, gentle, brilliant, and untouched by the darkness surrounding him. A secret relationship. A girl who gave him her whole heart. A man who had no idea how to give his heart back. But when the only light in Naavan's life begins to fade, will he finally realize what she means to him-or lose her to the darkness he carries? © All Rights Reserved

Sara Kapoor never believed her life would turn into a cage of chandeliers and chains. A doctor who once saved lives with steady hands, she now finds herself trapped in the mansion of the very man whose heart she once broke. Rishabh Singh-once a boy who loved her with innocence, now a ruthless man who sees love as possession. His haveli is both his empire and her prison, where every corridor whispers secrets, and every shadow feels alive. As Sara fights for freedom, her family becomes both her strength and her greatest vulnerability. Anaya's innocence, her parents' sacrifices, and her own haunting past are the weapons Rishabh uses to keep her bound. But even in the darkness, Sara clings to the last fragile spark of resistance-her will to protect the ones she loves, and the hope of breaking free. In a world where love is a cage and power is a weapon, can Sara escape the man who has made her both his wound and his cure? A haunting tale of obsession, family, resilience, and the thin line between love and control.

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

*"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.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

Some love stories are written in fate. Theirs was written in blood. Anvay Singhania-a ruthless businessman feared across India-rules the underworld with cold eyes, stained hands, and a heart long buried beneath violence. To the world, he is powerful, untouchable, and dangerously calm. But behind his empire of bloodshed and secrets hides a man haunted by the brutal murder of his parents, a crime that turned him into a monster people whisper about in fear. For ten years, Anvay searched for the men responsible. And when he finally finds a clue, it leads him to one person he never expected- Aayat Sheikh. A beautiful yet strong-willed Muslim girl whose world shatters overnight after she discovers her own father is connected to Anvay's tragic past. Innocent but fearless, Aayat becomes trapped in Anvay's dark world of revenge, obsession, violence, and dangerous desires. Anvay wants vengeance. But the moment he sees her, hatred slowly turns into something far more terrifying-possession. She fights him. Hates him. Fears him. Yet every attempt to escape only pulls her deeper into the darkness surrounding him. Bound by religion, bloodshed, family secrets, and deadly enemies, their relationship becomes a storm of forbidden attraction and emotional destruction. While Anvay battles the monster inside himself, Aayat struggles to survive a man capable of both protecting her like madness and destroying her without mercy. Because in Anvay's world, love is not soft. It is control. It is obsession. It is violence hidden beneath devotion. And when the truth behind the murders finally begins to unfold, Aayat realizes one horrifying thing- The most dangerous part of Anvay Singhania was never his cruelty. It was the way he loved.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

He was one of the perpetuators, one of the men who let my Afsan get stoned to death. And I was supposed to marry him, a man who never spoke to me, looked at me as if I was an uneducated fool. I regretted running away with Afsan, I regretted not killing myself just after the stoning started. I regretted not taking the blame and letting Afsan die. My mind was full of regrets, and that's when I was forced to marry him. After marriage love starts, but for me my chain of regrets started... after marrying him my Malal began. MHHM spinoff book.