For over a century, humans have been forced into hiding from the galaxy. Arielle and her family were hidden for years until one day they were captured and taken, she was never supposed to survive let alone be found by the High Warlord Kairon. Kairon has conquered worlds, followed the Council's orders without question, and buried whatever humanity he had left a long time ago. That was until he came across a human for the first time captured and scared in a cell. And it changed everything he thought he knew about humans. What starts as survival slowly turns into obsession, and then into something far more dangerous. Because Arielle isn't just human, and the bond forming between them is forbidden, powerful, and capable of tearing empires apart. As secrets come to light and history starts repeating itself, they're forced to decide how much they're willing to burn to stay alive and stay together. A dark, slow-burn alien romance about power, fate, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Mature themes, explicit scenes, and violence throughout. ••••• 🥇 Ranked in Scifi Romance 🥈 Ranked in Fantasy Romance 🥉 Alien Romance

𝓢𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 . 𝘈𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘷: 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 '𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦'. 🖊️Under sudden editings. Some parts might have slight changes.

Senior year. Bella's content with being a nobody at Westhart High. Invisible. Unbothered. Safe. But then Vincent Cage-star quarterback, king of the school-starts to notice her. And he wants her. What begins as curiosity turns into something darker. A twisted obsession. A beautiful lie. He's going to ruin her. (all characters are 18 and over)

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 : 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝘈𝘎𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘠𝘈 𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘒𝘏𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘛 𝘹 𝘚𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘈 𝘔𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘈𝘓 "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 " 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥-𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑑 - 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑳... ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐é 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑.

A forced marriage between a reserved businessman and a psychology student with a traumatic past becomes an unexpected journey of healing and love as Arhaan's obsession softens into genuine care, Minha learns to trust again, proving that even the deepest scars can fade with patience, respect, and true connection

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?