I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the Almighty, or just a lesson for her?

**FIRST BOOK OF SERIES: UNIONS BENEATH SHADOWS** *Shadows Of Infernal Union: The Love [Duet-1]* In a world where every union is forged beneath the weight of shadows.... love was never meant to bloom. Nirriti Agnihotri - the cold, feared queen of India's underworld - never believed in love, only in power. Devansh Yaduvanshi - a charismatic business tycoon hiding a far darker identity - never thought fate would throw him into the arms of his childhood nightmare... and muse. An arranged marriage for peace. A contract neither can escape. But as sparks ignite and buried memories resurface, they uncover a truth long hidden: They were never strangers. They were each other's forgotten past. Just as they begin to draw closer, the illusion of safety shatters. Betrayals no longer come from the outside - they begin at home. Maybe someone from Devansh's bloodline is pulling the strings... Or maybe not. The first war wasn't love. The real game begins now.

When a 'psychopath' with a 'green flag' falls deeply in love, the consequences are unpredictable. ~Book 1 of "Rhythm" series Meet Darr, the enigmatic superstar singer who strikes fear into the hearts of many. Nevertheless his outrageous fame, nobody has ever seen his face as he hides it with an intimidating skeleton zombie face paint. Despite being the object of desire for thousands of fans, Darr's heart belongs to one person alone - Iffatpreet. His overwhelming fame and adoration from the public pale in comparison to his all-consuming desire for her. In a world where everyone wants a piece of him, he only yearns for her love and attention. This college student and die-hard fan is oblivious to Darr's affections, but her daily routine revolves around his music, blasting his songs on full volume through her airpods. Little does she know her favourite singer is her... (Shh..stalker) --------------- "She's my perfect rhythm." ~ Stalker Psycho Romance

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. Who said I'm clutching my thighs? I answer. So it means you are not wet, right?? He asked with a smirk. Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not. Saying this, he pulls my dress up and is about to put his hand in my underwear when I stop him. No, I can't let him check because I'm dumn wet. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

"A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. Gasping, I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say-a mansion. Everything about it screamed wealth, power... and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn't a nightmare. It was my new reality. "Welcome to my world, princess," he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. --- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn't just hurt me-he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. Like a promise. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn't have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway-unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn't offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn't hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. Tangling in the strings of two devils-one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned. In trying to escape one prison... I fell into another. Will he heal me... or destroy what's left of me? ------------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, FORCED AND HAS MATURED CONTENT. ⚠️PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK

"I'm not a saint to worship your soul, I'm a sinner to devour your body" _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

Unlucky in the game of love Steal the heart of Italy "Please don't do this to them, please," I said, begging for the first time in my life. "What wrong they did to you?" "Please leave them, please" "Hey love, listen, relax. Ok, I gonna leave them for you. But you have to do something for that." He said stroking my hair back from the face. "What is it?" I asked. "Marry me" Alisha Srivastava, also known as Lisa, is a simple middle-class 18-year-old Indian girl who is currently focusing on her studies. She lives with her family happily. But on her 17th birthday, she decided to celebrate her birthday in Goa with her friends. She was enjoying her day but she felt eyes on her all the time. She thought it was her overthinking, but she realized on her 18th birthday that visiting Goa was her biggest mistake that ruined her peaceful life. Ace King (28), also known as the God of Death on Earth, is an Italian Mafia. Most feared, ruthless, merciless mafia leader ever alive. He owns the world. The world runs on his fingers. He gets what he wants. His eyes land on something that he shouldn't. But now he wants her at any cost. Read to find out what happened. #1 - hislove (19/09/22) #1 - iloveher(13/12/22) #1 - onlyhis (08/04/23) #1 - teasing (01/05/23) #1 - mylife out of 25k+ (26/01/25)

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan