˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

What happens when a ruthless CEO falls for the one woman who disrupts his perfect world - with laughter, chaos, and a little too much cold coffee? Kabir Khan - the name alone sends shivers through boardrooms. A man of control, precision, and zero tolerance for distractions. Alia Siddiqui - a whirlwind of sarcasm, emotion, and heart. The only woman who dares to challenge him... and wear his hoodie while stealing his herbal tea. When fate brings them together on a business trip to Paris, neither expects late-night confessions, rooftop cuddles, and stalking-through-malls-in-Armani kind of feelings. But love? It's never just about fairytales. As meetings turn into memories and bangles become promises, Kabir and Alia find themselves tangled in something much deeper - a connection that threatens their perfectly guarded lives. Add in a gang of chaotic siblings, Nutella therapy, jealousy arcs, and stolen moments under the Paris stars... and you've got a love story that's sweet, savage, and unforgettable.

#Top 2 in India (10/9/26) #Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

༺♡༻ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 Ⅰ 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔" 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ༺♡༻ "Some secrets are meant to stay hidden... until fate decides otherwise." ✦ ─────── ❖ ─────── ✦ Rajveer Singhania is the ruthless king of the business world. Cold, arrogant, and feared by all, he is a man whose heart is as unreadable as his piercing gaze. People know him as a devil who never lets emotions rule his decisions... Ishqi, an orphan with a heart full of kindness and dreams, has only known Rajveer as her best friend's terrifying elder brother, a man she has always tried to avoid... But fate has a cruel way of changing destinies... A wedding that leaves everyone speechless. A bride no one saw coming. A groom who looks as though he had planned every moment long before anyone else realized it... Some believe it was revenge. Others think it was anger. But if that is true... why was Ishqi's name already written in Rajveer's destiny? Why did his eyes hold a secret no one could understand? "Just wait till tonight... after that, you will be mine." Who was he talking to? Was she merely a pawn in his game... or the only person he had been waiting for all along? Sometimes the greatest love stories begin with the deepest misunderstandings... And sometimes, the Devil hides his Angel where no one would ever think to look. ✦ ─────── ❖ ─────── ✦ 🖤 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: ❖ Secret Love ❖ Arranged Marriage ❖ Force Marriage ❖ Possessive Hero ❖ Slow Burn Romance ❖ Family Secrets ❖ Protective Husband ❖ Emotional Healing ❖ "He Fell First" ✦ ─────── ❖ ─────── ✦

˙˚ʚ₍ 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘂×𝗔𝘃𝗻𝗶 ₎ɞ˚ #Top6 in india~1/5/26. He asked. He tried every possible way to make her his. But her being scared of him refused everytime. ｡:.ﾟ𝐒𝐨, 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐩.:｡+ﾟ By filling her hairline with sindoor he married her against her wishes. Now she is trapped in a marriage with the man she fears the most. She calls him her worst nightmare. Yet every time danger comes near her, it is Abhimanyu who stands between her and the darkness. ✦ She's innocent and He's devil. ✦ She's terrified of him while he's madly in love. ✦ He's dangerously obsessed with her. ✦ He fell first, harder, and never planned to let go. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺? 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓~~~ ✨Tropes✨ #agegap #forcedmarriage #hefellfirstandharder #obsessiveml #jealousfml #possesiveml #touchheranddie #grumpy×sunshine #Professor×Student #Husband×wife

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄'

𝐄𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 While I was convinced that I owned this game, my wife stood by me in her 6 inch-high heels, screaming that she, too, owned it. A story in which the female lead is as lethal as the male lead. She used to have feelings for her older brother's best friend. She expresses her feelings to him, but he rejects her, calling her a kid. Five years later, she is no longer the 'kid' he rejected; instead, she is one of India's most powerful businesswoman. He is a filthy-rich heir, and she is a wealthy heiress. He believes that love does not exist, yet her love for him has become an obsession. Thus she can go to any length to win him. They sign a marriage contract not because he loves her, but because he wants to use her to secure power. Hence all the exuberant lives of the couples feign in front of the public could be contrary in actuality. ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡɪʟᴅʟʏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.