∆°HIS SWEET TROUBLE°∆ "You are not going to that party with him get that thing clear in your pretty little head" He said. Anger was dripping from his eyes. "I'm. Who are you to stop me." I said with the same tone as his. "You're not. I'm not going to repeat it." He said. "Or what". I said because I'll not back off this time. "Or I'll take you the room in which that fucking party is and fuck you till you can't breath and stand by your own on your little legs. Think about it, I will be fucking your pretty little cunt upstairs and there will be a party going on downstairs" He said. "Choise is all yours. Either go with me or get fuck by me." She's cute but he's insane °^SAINT VALLEY'S ^° He was the king of the high school, handsome and charming, with an ego that matched his popularity. He was every saint valley's girls dream but he was madly obsessed with the girl. someone else who hates him from the core of her heart. But that's what he find it special about it. Every girl likes him but she hates him and that's made her unique. She was aanya And aanya was his. Only his. He can do whatever he want to do with her but only he. His to hate, his to want, his to own Kabir X aanya At first, they couldn't stand each other. Or kabir pretending to fight just to get attention from her She thought he was arrogant, and he was madly obsessed with her. Their arguments were intense, filled with hatred. But as they were forced to work together, they began to see a different side of each other. His charm intrigued her, and her strength captivated him. Before long, and then our little aanya started developing little soft crush for kabir. His hate turned into a dangerous obsession, leading them to discover a passionate love they never expected. °^HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ ON YOUR OWN RISK.^°

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗲, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.

She's trying to rebuild her life. A new city. A clean slate. But the memories she can't reach? They're starting to reach for her. There's a girl who says she loves him. One who's always watching. One whom Edward hates with his life. And one who is his salvation. The scary part? They might all be the same person. Rosy thought she was in control. Thought she was the one doing the hunting. But someone's been ahead of her this whole time and the deeper she digs, the more she starts to wonder: Is she protecting herself or hiding from the truth? TWO STALKERS. TWO KILLERS. TWO HUMANS. ONE TWISTED CONNECTION. A LOVE STORY BUILT ON LIES, OBSESSION, AND SOMETHING DARKER. TRIGGER WARNING: This story explores themes of trauma, suicide, murder, and psychological manipulation. ✨ BEST FEATURES AND POSITIONS ✨ Featured in Mystery glimpses Featured in Ambey's round 3 # 5 in psychological thriller # 2 in plottwist # 12 in morally grey characters # 22 in kidnapping # 47 in Stalker romance

"You have to do this, Khushi. This is why I married you in the first place. If you refuse to do it, you already know what the consequences will be." She blankly stared at her husband, who had just asked her to sleep with someone for a deal. She was going to warm the bed of one of the biggest billionaires in Asia. He was going to claim her innocence, and it was supposed to be just a one-night arrangement. But when he laid his hands on her for the first time, he knew there was something more about her. Or perhaps, he simply wanted more of her. That night, he decided one thing- Even if the entire universe waged a war against him, he would still claim her as his woman. Nothing was going to stop him.

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES 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'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖗, 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 . . . "A B C... babygirl, you're claimed by me." His dark whisper seeped into my bones, and a sob cracked out of me as his fingers brushed my skin. "Recite it with me, babygirl... or you won't enjoy what comes next." "A... B... C..." My tears were taken from my cheeks by his tongue, and I shut my eyes-counting silently-because I had already slipped poison into his drink. In just a few moments... he'll be the one who's gone. D E F, you breathe down my neck, G H I... you die, I lie- . . . START DATE : 25 DEC 25 END DATE :

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.