❤️‍🔥*A river. A sun. A love neither believed in.* Kaveri Ramanathan has spent her whole life believing she is the kind of person rooms forget. Raised in a Chennai orphanage, plus-size in a world that never let her forget it, she has perfected the quiet art of taking up no space - grateful to be liked, never once expecting to be *chosen.* Vikram Aditya Devaraj doesn't have that problem. Heir to one of Bangalore's most powerful business families, he is chosen by everyone - boardrooms, magazines, women his mother approves of - and wants none of it. Not since he watched love destroy the two people who were supposed to teach him what it meant. He stopped believing in it years ago. He's never once needed to reconsider. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Until a laugh he wasn't looking for, from a woman whose face he hadn't even seen. Brought to Bangalore by Aravind - the brother who has been her father, mother, and shield since she was eleven years old - Kavi is just beginning to learn this city, this language, this strange new life, when her path tangles, irreversibly, with a man who has built his entire existence on never being undone by anyone. What follows is messy, funny, fiercely tender, and occasionally reckless - two people from different languages, different worlds, different wounds, falling toward each other while everything in both their histories tells them not to. Pride. Family. Jealousy. Misunderstanding. And underneath all of it, something neither of them asked for and both of them, eventually, cannot live without. She thinks she has never been seen. He has never seen anyone the way he sees her. *Some rivers, it turns out, were always going to find the sun."

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

"Kise paache ite na phire Jtne tere pchhe bhatak rh Laa ke chhati se Khne de na I Love You chhori.. tere ke saans atak rhe he" ----- Adhiraj Sangwan had everything. Power. Money. Respect. Criminals feared his name. Though he also no less than them. 'Gunda MLA' That's what they said. Officers straightened their backs when he entered a room. Politicians thought twice before challenging him. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he would sit alone on the balcony of his palace with a cup of ginger tea growing cold in his hands. Waiting. "Ram Ram, Sahab." A soft voice suddenly echoed from his phone. A smile appeared on his face instantly. The kind of smile no journalist had ever managed to capture. "Kitni baar kaha hai aapse..." he murmured. "When will you stop calling me Sahab?" A small laugh came from the other side. Then came her teasing reply. "The day you stop acting like one." He laughed. A genuine laugh. And at that moment of the day, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter. Because somewhere under the same sky... His favorite person was smiling too. God. He was so hopeless. --- "Pehle dikhi toh achi lagi, fir dikhi toh pyari lagi.. ab pyari lagi toh laga meri honi chahiye" Politician × Doctor Not so typical. Just read chapters of introduction. I definitely think as a reader you'll love the saga. If not, then please feel free to leave thinking as if it's not your taste. Ignore my little little mistakes. I'm new to all this but I love writing. English isn't my first language. ||Silent readers are welcome, but active readers are unforgettable|| !!!ONGOING!!!

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Total Chapters : 27 Started on : February 2025 Completed on : December 2025 Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

He watched her long before he ever touched her. Back when she lived next door - soft, curious, unaware - she thought his silence meant safety. She didn't know restraint could be more dangerous than desire. He was older. Controlled. A man built on rules he never broke. Until her. One moment shattered everything - a line crossed, a truth exposed - and then time pulled them apart, leaving questions, guilt, and an obsession that refused to die. Years pass. Lives change. But obsession does not age quietly. When fate brings them together again, the power has shifted. He is no longer just a man with secrets - he is a CEO feared and respected, a master of control. She is no longer the girl next door - she is his assistant, standing inches away from the past she never healed from. A secret marriage binds them - not with love, but with silence, tension, and unspoken rules. Every interaction becomes a psychological game. Every look carries history. Every touch feels like punishment... and craving. She tries to survive him with logic. Her heart whispers resistance. Her body remembers too much. This is not a story of comfort or easy redemption. It unfolds in phases - obsession, separation, longing, control - shifting between emotional intimacy, psychological warfare, and dangerous desire. Some chapters burn slow. Some chapters burn dark. Some don't burn at all - they cut. Because this is not just about wanting someone. It's about being claimed before you understand the cost. And when the past finally collides with the present, she must decide: Will she break free from the man who has shaped her in silence... Or surrender to the darkness that has always known her name? 🔞 18+ Only Dark Romance • Psychological Obsession • Morally Grey Slow Burn • Multiple Timelines • Forbidden Desire New chapter - Sunday and Wednesday ( per week )

# 1st Book of "Till the Eternity" series A multi-couple dark rom-com revengeful tale, entangling the lives of 3 best friends. Will they be able to break the chains and make their way out? Let's find out! Couple 1 Him :- ''He pinned her to the wall, locked her in between him, leaving no space even for thin air to pass. " Deeply gazed into her eyes and said: He: 'Oh jara touch me touch me...' She: 'Nahi karungi.' He: 'Magar kyun?' She: 'Kyuki tumpe fungus laga hai, durr raho.' ____________________&__________________ couple 2 Him :- He held her hand strongly with fuming eyes and growled. " Listen, Miss Hawa Hawaii, what do you take me for? You don't know me properly, I guess". Moving close to her, he locked her completely between him and the wall. " I will do whatever I want to do. I never listen to anyone, nor will I. You better stay in your limits". Her: Ahh, I want water. Him: What? Her: Water... Pani chahiye mujhe. Him: Oh, ruko laya.... Her: Bada aaya mai kisi ki nahi sunta aewwewwww... huhn. ____________________&__________________ couple 3 Him :- "You are mine... I will kill every entity that tries to come between us. Whether you like me or not doesn't matter, you have to marry me. Understand that". 'She is holding a butcher knife in her hand (her profession and passion is cooking)'. Her: You know, the thing I have been holding in my hand is very good for chopping things. Him: So, are you trying to threaten me? Her: "Yes, I am".' Either you get out within 5 minutes or your thing gets chopped by me. As you already know, I can get many more suitors, but if you get your "thing" chopped, you will get nothing. "Sach mai kat dungi " samjhe ki samjhao Give it a try first, maybe you'll like it. 3 best friends' journey through life, overcoming all odds. Life is filled with fun, fury, hurry, and confusion. Get on the rollercoaster and trust the driver! 💞😉

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

Tripti is clumsy, curvy, loud, emotional, food-obsessed - and absolutely not the kind of woman who fits into a mafia don's world. But try telling that to Ayaan Rathi - the dangerously handsome, ice-cold underworld king who calls her aafat with a mix of frustration... and obsession. When her brother takes a massive loan from the him, Tripti is forced to work as a housekeeper in Ayaan's heavily guarded mansion to repay the debt. Sounds simple? Well - not when you're Tripti. On her first day, she breaks his favorite vintage sculpture, slips on his marble floors twice, and accidentally sends his machine flying. She's loud. She's chaotic. She eats too much ladoos. And Ayaan, for the first time in his ruthless life, can't look away. She's a walking disaster. He's a man who controls empires with a glance. But every day, she drags light into his shadows. And he? He starts falling - slowly, deeply, and without a parachute. He's the storm. She's the sunshine. Together, they're everything he never thought he needed - and the one thing he'll burn the world to protect.