Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"She was the thorn fate shoved into his ruthless path... and now, the beast bows only to her." King Indrajeet Singh Rajput-the most feared name in all of Rajputana. At just 26, he's conquered more than half the desert kingdoms, his sword soaked in the blood of kings who dared look him in the eye. He has no heart, no mercy, and certainly no time for love. Until one hunt changes everything. A wounded Indrajeet stumbles into the quiet forest hut of Aarya Sahariya, a tribal healer with a sharp tongue and a soul made of sunshine. She's not royalty. She's not afraid. And she couldn't care less who he is. "Zakhm toh aapko sirf talwar se nahi, tevar se bhi milega, Maharaj." ("Your wounds come not just from swords, but from your ego too, Your Majesty.") For the first time, the Beast bleeds... and feels. When Aarya refuses his proposal, Indrajeet does what he does best-he takes. A royal wedding. A stolen bride. A war of fire and silk begins. But Aarya isn't just a girl from the forest. She has dreams-to become a doctor, to heal, to rise. In a palace where love is a weapon, and her own mother-in-law wants her erased, Aarya must fight for her identity, her education, and her heart. As desire turns into obsession, and enemies turn into soulmates, Indrajeet finds himself whispering, "Jo meri rani ko haath lagayega, uski dharti mein aag laga dunga." ("Whoever lays a hand on my queen, I'll burn their land to ashes.") Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

#Book1 in Mafia Romance Series 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: To all the girls out there who secretly wish for a morally grey man to turn their world upside down. ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Veeranshu Singhaniya: His name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of his enemies. CEO of the Singhaniya Group and the formidable head of the Phantom Legion Mafia, Veeranshu fears no one-except his mother. A ruthless perfectionist with a commanding presence, he values his family and siblings deeply, though his love is often masked in discipline. In his world, love is a distraction-until it isn't. If he sets his eyes on something... or someone... he will make them his by any means necessary-hook or crook. Akshara: An orphan girl with a heart full of innocence, kindness, and quiet dreams. Akshara is the embodiment of grace and gentleness. Living under the roof of cruel relatives who treat her like a burden, her only solace lies in painting and dancing. She's a college student struggling to find a job and a way out. But what happens when her path crosses with the most dangerous man of the underworld? Will she manage to escape the dark pull of Veeranshu Singhaniya, or will she become his most prized possession-forever trapped in the cage of his obsession?

"No... Abirrr..." screams Mishti, tears flowing from her eyes, she is damn horrified after seeing the sight in front of her eyes... Abir sees her and is shocked to see her standing at the door in such a broken state he says softly, "Mishti" and tries to touch her but she pushes him away from her and screams, "Don't touch me!!" Abir gets angered by Mishti's move but controls himself and asks her in a stern voice, "Why did you come out Mishtii??" Mishti asks, "What is this Abir?? You.. Are.. a... Murderer Abirr ..." and tears are flowing from her eyes like something just pierced her heart... She is heartbroken... Abir calms himself and says, "Sweetheart I can explain to you.. just listen to me once.." Mishti stares at him in disgust and says, "I don't want to listen to anything!! I am leaving... I hate you Abir!!" This irks Abir, and he gets more angered and closes his fist saying in a dangerous tone, "Sweetheart.. You can't leave me after stealing my heart.." and goes towards her to hold her, Mishti gets horrified seeing this tone and pushes Abir and runs away. Abir screams, "Mishtiii.. you didn't do right by running away.." ───────────────────── What happens when the person you trust the most turns out to be someone entirely different? When the man you loved unconditionally is hiding a dark, dangerous secret? But what happens when the Mafia King falls in love? When obsession replaces love, and his entire world revolves around one woman? What happens when love and obsession blur the lines? When betrayal and darkness threaten to consume everything? Find out in this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and an obsession that knows no limits... ───────────────────── Awards:- 1st Runner up in Nisha Fanfiction Awards Best Rankings:- #1 - abirrajvansh #1 - shaheersheikh #1 - mishti #1 - loveyou #1 - mishbir #1 - india Do vote & comment if you liked the story. Follow me on Instagra

When two opposites collide with each other without having the knowledge of the consequences, chaos is inevitable. A hard-headed, independent, courageous girl who would never bend. A stubborn, passionate, demonic man who wouldn't accept it for what it is. Destruction was fated, and yet they were destined. He was used to having things work out his way. She wouldn't let things work out his way. Such was their story. He knew nothing other than achieving her. She would never let someone conquer her. " We.are.not.meant.to.be." ..she let out along with tears. He tightened his grip on her waist as he pulled her more towards himself. " there's no 'meant-to-be', it's just what we want to be. And i want you to be mine." ..his eyes proof of his fiery Passion. The agressive, possessive, passionate kind of love. THE MEDIEVAL INDIA KIND OF LOVE. ★Strings of fate series★ Book 1- Strings Attached {ongoing} Book 2- Twisted Strings {due} Book 3- God of the Strings {due}

Anam Ahmad is a second name of beauty and innocence. As a sister of Turkey's most feared mafia, she is familiar with all kinds of violence, but still has a beautiful heart that cares for everyone. She is a strong girl who can do anything to help her elder brother, and she knows very well that life is not a fairytale. This world is not as beautiful as it seems. "Dishaan Malik is totally opposite of her. He has a dark, intimidating aura with Greek God face . He possesses all the qualities that a woman craves for. She is 18 She is innocent She is beautiful He is 28 He is dominant He is rude They unknowingly got bound together in a bond called Nikah." ..................//..........//............. Give your love and support to my next story "SIDDAT"(an obsession) ...........//........//.......... Join their journey to know more. #4th rank in beauty out of 33.3k stories (14/03/2023) #3rd rank in beauty out of 31.3k stories (29/03/2023) #1st rank in intense out of 9.9k stories #1st rank in agegap out of 16.k stories

"If you wanted to cage me, why marry me!? You could've just tied me in your basement!" I yell, but he yank me against him, his grip bruising my waist. "Mia Regina, I could've chained you there and fucked you every night, but I wanted to own you first. Even if it meant killing your parents," he growls before crashing his lips to mine in rage. Still mourning her parents brutal murder, she was dragged to the altar-draped in a red lehenga. Her groom? Their killer of her parents. What began as a marriage built on vengeance turned into a war of shattered hearts. They promised to ruin each other, and they kept that vow. But even in the ashes of betrayal and hatred, something dangerous began to bloom. Love. A love that would either save them or consume them whole. Tropes: Forced marriage Forced proximity Mafia romance He fell first, she fell harder Obsession Desi doctor X Videshi mafia Angst

22 years old Riddhima Dhami was never the destiny's favourite child. Born into a typical 'orthodox' family where son is the apple of the eye, poor Riddhima's existence simply mattered to none. But when her bad luck struck again, this time worse than ever before, poor Riddhima's entire life shattered right before her eyes. Married off to a mentally unstable man by her greedy parents, she was betrayed by her own people and left alone to suffer. However, resilient and optimistic Riddhima somehow builds a new life around the new people who aren't necessarily too trustworthy and welcoming. Life once again starts to get back on track, until one terrible accident 'miraculously' fixes her husband's memory. But is that all??? Is he that innocent??? Perhaps no, especially when he wouldn't set Riddhima free from the bond that was forced on her. And little does poor, innocent Riddhima knows what a monster her 'forced husband' is. Surely she has no idea what evil plans he has in his head and to what extent he can go to have her all to himself. Follow Riddhima's story as she struggles to survive amidst her greedy family and evil forced husband, while at the same time searching for her own identity in the chaos of her environs.

Her lips and chin wobbled as she backed down in the corner, with his each step towards her she took two steps back. "You smell delicious." He whispered in a low cold voice making a sob bubble in her throat. "N-no!" She stuttered as she shook her head in negative. Her wild red curls followed the movement of her head like waves. "Take off your clothes..." He rasped as his intense golden eyes peered at her like a hawk. "N-no! I w-won't let y-you touch m-me!" She stuttered as tears kissed her cheeks. He let out a dark throaty chuckle, mocking her. Sheer fear gripped her form at his words. "I will taste you!" He declared in his cold ruthless voice as those golden swirls of his eyes raked her form, leaving goosebumps on her body making her tremble back in tantalizing fear. Erotica (18+) SAMPLE!

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘 - 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚘𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚍. 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗦, 𝟮𝟯 A high-spirited, brave girl, happily living with her family and friends. She is a passionate and driven entrepreneur, the sole owner of a "MOONLIGHT" antique shop. She has been living wildly as she desires. But, one night, an unexpected event leaves her with no choice but to run to HIM for Refuge. 𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗭𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥, 𝟯𝟬 An apathetic man with a calm demeanor. He dominates the World as a Masked Trillionaire and also as a CONSIGLIERE. Having a Wolf, SCAR within him, he is ruling the race as The Alpha of the Alphas. Even though he has Mighty rivals, his life is as serene as a swan, until, she bursts into his life. He must not ache for her, for 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲, yet he did. A Deadly Desire that could fucking Split the World apart. 𝗦𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗶𝗙𝘂𝗿𝘆'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝘀? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗶𝗙𝘂𝗿𝘆'𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸?