I thought there was no deep connection like an emotional connection. And I thought that marrying my first and Only boyfriend was the start of a forever. But he took our sacred bond for granted, and destroyed it in such a brutal way I could feel it on my bones. It spread through my body and soul like a disease. And I discovered, how Cheating, in any form or coated by any excusing justifications is still as destructing. Sometimes, to the point it becomes Cureless.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

DARK ROMANCE... Being held within the huge walls of the castle. To feel the last string of sanity slipping out of your figures like soft sand. To be haunted by the past and present. To witness what kind of a monster you were and what kind of a monster you created. Sasha who thought surrendering herself to the monster would only ease her distress ended up falling into a pit with no way out. That pit was called love. She vandalized herself in order to love him until the very man who she was in love with, the very man who forced himself over her in every possible way decided to step back as if he didn't rejoice decades of his immortal life obsessing over her. WARNING! This book contains non consensual relationship, a toxic male lead and lots of gore.

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

My husband missed our daughter's birth because he was too busy with work. Story of our lives. And the four other women in his life -- his ex-wife, his PA, his mother and his sister -- all hate me. So, I didn't think he'd care when I served him with divorce papers. Well, that got his attention.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

"I will give you the amount you name and in return your daughter will be mine" he said, grabbing my wrist in a tight grip, causing me intense pain. But it was nothing in front of the pain I was feeling emotionally. He is trying to buy me as if I am a thing. What does he take me as? "Fine, she's yours from now on" my father said shattering me in pieces. He never treated me like his daughter. Always beat the shit out of me for little little things. I endured all this silently without any complaints. But the pain he gave me today, I was now unable to be strong. I broke in cries. He dragged me towards his car and settled inside. I was continuously crying, trying to get myself free from him and begging him to let me go. But nothing seemed to work on him. He turned towards me and left my hand which had the marks of his grip and was hurting really bad. He cupped my face and said "Doll, listen to me. I mean no harm to you. But you have to be a good girl, hmm? Will you be?" He was trying to sound as soft as he could, but couldn't. Scaring me more. ****************************************************** VIVAN SHEKHAWAT, 25 years old. A name that screams fear. The king of the underworld and a top womanizer. Doesn't believe in love anymore because of getting cheated on by his ex-girlfriend. SIYA SINGH, a 18 years old pure soul. A name that shows purity and innocence. An orphan who got adopted later on just to be treated as an unpaid maid. She literally begged her adoptive father for basic rights like education. Got beaten up but eventually her father agreed on the condition of her doing household chores completely. What will happen when she will be sold to the one whom she fears with her life? What will happen when he will see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen or better say he ever cared for, doing nothing for attracting him but just passing by him? Witness the story of his passionate love for her and her developing feelings for him in DARKLY OBSESSED WITH HER.

"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.

She was promised to another. He was only supposed to help her escape. When Parthvi begs Randheer to lie for her, he agrees, thinking he's doing the right thing. But what begins as an act of kindness spirals into a complicated marriage filled with quiet tension, buried feelings and a love that neither of them saw coming. He's stern, guarded, and loyal to a fault. She's passionate, broken, and searching for freedom. But when ghosts from the past knock on their door will their fragile arrangement survive the truth? Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirled everything inside him. His urge to protect her only to ruin himself, her complicated relationships with her past and a decision of families as "The Arranged Affair" takes place. ✨ Arranged Marriage | Second Chance | Heartbreak | He Fell First | Politician x Social Worker | Healing Romance Top 6 in India [1st March 2026] #1 in Indian Culture [19th December 2025] #1 in GrumpyxSunshine [1st December 2025] Top 2 in India [29th November 2025] Top 3 in India [28th November 2025] #1 in Tension Filled Romance [12th August 2025] #1 in Supportive Partner [10th August 2025] #1 in Politics [7th March 2025]

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.