He was power. She was innocence. Atish Singh never believed in love-only control, authority, and power. As the Sarpanch of Aligarh, people feared him... and obeyed him. Amrit Mehta had never seen darkness. Raised in comfort and love, her world was soft-until her father's last decision bound her to a man she had never met. A marriage made out of desperation. A husband who never wanted her. A world she was never meant to survive in. But in a life ruled by power and enemies- will she remain just a responsibility... or become something far more dangerous?

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ "Wasn't it enough to break my heart that now you're breaking yours too?" Reyansh said, gazing at the divorce papers in his hands, signed by her. "We were never 'us'." Shravani replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the papers he held. Reyansh let out a painful chuckle. "Then what were we, Mrs. Rajvansh?" he questioned, his voice tinged with danger, still fixated on the papers. Shravani remained silent, wiping away a tear. "It was just a coincidence that we met," her gaze shifted to his face, only to be taken aback by his roaring voice, "AND THAT DAMN COINCIDENCE IS CALLED DESTINY." ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮ "Ro aap rahin hain, aur dard hume ho raha."✮ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "I have drowned countless times, enough to realise I am not worthy of resurfacing." ✮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 "I would cross vast distances, even through the depths of the ocean just for her." [Translations available!!!]

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

⚠️ warning ⚠️ ⋅˚18+˚ ⋅ Pur-sukoon is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters.

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Longer the chapters lesser the number"

"𝘼𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙜 𝙍𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙤 , 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙧?" Veer Malhotra's voice cut through the room-low, controlled, and dangerously calm, like a warning no one had the courage to ignore. Noor's breath hitched. Her back pressed harder against the wall as her eyes flicked around, searching for an escape that didn't exist anymore. Every instinct in her was screaming to run, but her body refused to move. "Please... mere paas mat aao." Her voice broke at the end, fragile in a way she hated. Veer took a slow step forward. Then another. Unhurried. Certain. Like he already knew she belonged exactly where he wanted her to be. The air between them felt suffocating, heavy with something unspoken and dangerous. "Main aapko kuch nahi hone dunga." Noor shook her head, panic rising in her chest. Her eyes were wide now-trapped, cornered. "Aap samajhte kyun nahi ho... mujhe aapse darr lagta hai." Veer stopped just a breath away from her. His shadow swallowed her completely. His gaze was fixed, unblinking-possessive in a way that didn't ask for permission. "Aur main duniya se nahi..." he paused, voice dropping even lower, "aapko khone se darrta hoon, Noor." Silence snapped shut around them. Outside, the world kept moving. Inside that room, she had nowhere left to run. He owns power the world bows to. Veer Malhotra doesn't ask-he decides. Noor Rajput never wanted his attention. But she became the only thing he couldn't let go. She runs. He reaches. She hides. He finds. And no matter how far she goes... he is already there. . . #1 in protectivebutdangerous ( 21/07/2026) #3 in possessivelove ( 21/07/2026) #9 in originalstory (21/07/2026)

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 1 "You... just left my room! I don't want to see your ugly face again, you..." He said ferociously, clenches his fists and his face turns red with rage. He takes a step toward her. without uttering a word, she quietly exits the room, her eyes downcast. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 2. She, already in bed, is surprised to see him approaching, preparing to sleep beside her. "Why are you sleeping here?" She asked shockingly "This is my house. I can sleep anywhere. I don't need your permission." he replied calmly He takes a blanket and settles in next to her. He hears footsteps, sees her getting up, and becomes curious. " Where are you going?" He asked hurriedly "In another room."she replies "Darn it, little dove, come and sleep beside me. You are not allowed to sleep without me from today." He said making her left shocked by his sudden request, and the room is filled with a sense of tension. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 3. "You must be enjoying this luxurious life, don't you? This house, the jewelry, these clothes, and everything else. You're nothing but a gold digger." He said vehemently. His words hang heavy in the air, and she visibly flinches, hurt by his accusations. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 4. He raises his voice, his frustration evident, while she listens attentively. "Dammit, little dove, why do you always seem to want to make me angry? Why are you working at that inexpensive café?" He Said frustratelty She responds calmly but assertively. "Because I don't wanna depend on you" she replied He shouts again, the tension in the room palpable. "I earn for you. You're my wife, and you have every right to my money. There's no need for you to work outside. I work hard for you." He again shouted at her --------------------------- The pictures I used here is not mine credit goes to the respective owners

His Captive Girlfriend [Mature | Dark College Romance | 18+] He is the king of St. Augustine's. Rich. Ruthless. Beautiful in the way monsters are. Aryan Khanna takes whatever he wants, and he decided he wanted me. One birthday party. One dark room. One mistake that broke me forever. Now I'm his "girlfriend." I smile when he touches me in public. I sit on his lap like a good girl. I come to his penthouse every night, crying, begging, bleeding. Because he has a video. Because he owns the college, my scholarship, my father's debts. Because if I run, he'll destroy everything I love. I hate him. I fear him. But every time he forces his way inside me, my body forgets how to say no. He calls me his little bird in a cage he built just for me. The door is locked. The key is around his neck. And the worst part? Some nights I stop reaching for the lock. TRIGGER WARNINGS: non-con/dub-con, blackmail, forced relationship, violence, explicit sexual content, emotional abuse, stalking, degradation. This is a very dark romance. Please read responsibly. #darkromance #enemiestolovers #forcedrelationship #college #possessive #mafiaheirs #angst