"If I let you go... would you stop thinking about me?" "I don't think about you." "A lie." He stepped closer. "You do, Doctor. And no matter how much you deny it..." His gaze held hers. "I'm already under your skin." 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 × 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 Kiara let out a bitter laugh. "You lost me years ago, Aarav. You don't get to come back into my life now." "Even if you hate me. Even if you fight me. Even if I have to become the villain in your story..." His grip tightened around her wrist. "I won't let you belong to anyone else." 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 Aradhya smirks. "I enjoy watching you suffer." Reyansh stepped closer, his gaze turning dangerous. "Careful, Lawyer. Keep provoking me, and I might forget this relationship is supposed to be fake." 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 × 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ⚠️ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, intense emotions, violence, manipulation, morally grey characters, toxic dynamics, and mature themes. 18+ | Reader discretion advised.

She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. "Vaani, we're getting married next week and that's not a proposal. It's a statement and you better accept it." Anger rushed to me. How dare he? He really thinks that he can walk into my life and ask for marriage? Oh no he is not even asking. "And you just decided that, Kabir? You didn't even ask me once before deciding." I said and pushed him away, he smiled sarcastically. "Look who is talking. Did you? Vaani kapoor? Did you ask me for once? Before abandoning the guy who trusted you with everything because something happened between us that wasn't supposed to happen? Did you ask before ghosting me for weeks? Did you ask before deciding that you will raise our child alone?" he said and the words caught on my throat. I know I am wrong. But getting married to him would make it more complicated for all of us. "Yes, I accept I did all that but who are you to decide that I will marry you?" I asked and he just inhaled then walked to the bench and picked up my bag. "I am..." he looked at me again. "The father of your child."

In the mist-covered hills of Ooty, buried secrets refuse to stay hidden. When forgotten pasts begin connecting their dots, Unnati Sharma finds herself entangled with the dangerously unreadable Vedansh Kumar Verma, A man whose obsession was never ordinary. she never understood what kind of past connected her to the powerful businessman-turned-politician Vedansh Kumar Verma, nor why every hidden truth somehow led back to him. But before she could uncover the answers, he had already dragged her forcefully into his life, possessive, unreadable, and terrifyingly devoted. His obsession for her was lethal, the kind that blurred the line between protection and possession. "Feral yearning," he had once told her quietly, And perhaps, what frightened Unnati the most was realizing that whatever existed between them had never truly begun from tge day they met.. it was decided from decades...maybe long ago when they hadn't even born... Past connected to her present.. the Past that haunts her the most ..

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Vikranth pinned her against the door with one hand his chest rising with restrained fury his eyes burning straight into hers. Vikranth his voice low dark and dangerous "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." his fingers pressed into her waist his jaw clenched his voice dropped to a lethal whisper "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear her breath warm against his skin she whisper was colder than poison "And welcome to hell...Mr. Shekhawat." His eyes widened just a fraction shock flickering into a dark, dangerous spark he liked the fire but he hated the fire still there his grip on her waist tightened her smirk widened. "You built this hell with your own hands now burn with me." His nostrils flared his chest brushed hers as he stepped even closer, voice a low growl "You think you'll survive this fire" she tilted her chin up boldly. "I'm the one who started it." A muscle in his jaw jumped and slammed his palm beside her head, caging her fully. "You're playing a game you can't win." her lips curved again deadly, confident. "Wrong." pratiksha placed her finger on his chest, pushing him back a little. "I'm playing a game you already lost." he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer again, faces inches apart his voice trembling with fury "We'll see how long that smirk lasts, Mrs. Shekhawat." Pratiksha smirks "Long enough to destroy you." He slammed the bedroom door shut Pratiksha barely had a second to breathe before Vikranth grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed her back hit the mattress, the silk sheets folding under her. He stalked toward her like a predator, removing his coat, his eyes burning with one intention Break HER. Get ready for Enemies-to-lovers tension A dangerously possessive hero Forced marriage with high-stake twists Dark secrets, betrayal & obsession ❤️‍ A love story born from hatred and ruined by desire

"𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 " This was never a love story It was an obsession... . . . . . . . . happy reading 💕

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-2 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Abhigyaan Singh Rathore - the youngest son of the powerful Rathore family - is the charismatic CEO of Rathore Empire. Known for his charm, wit, and hacker's mind, he's the sunshine that lights up every room. But behind that easy smile hides a man haunted by silence - the silence left by his Chand, the girl who once made him believe in love again. He never believed love was meant for him...Until she proved him wrong. Vidhi Khandelwal, the youngest daughter of the rival Khandelwal family, is a classical dancer - graceful, innocent, and sheltered. To her family, she's a fragile glass doll, a pawn in a game she doesn't understand. Unaware of their hidden motives, she's sent to the same college as their enemy's son - and fate does the rest. They fall in love, unaware of the truth that ties their bloodlines together. Until one cruel misunderstanding destroys everything they ever had. Their love was soft.Their love was pure.But in a world built on hate and legacy - their love became their sin. She taught him to love.She made him feel like he belonged.And then... she left.. He turned his devotion into obsession - and this time, she will pay for every heartbeat he lost. Because his love was never gentle. It was suffocating. It was possessive. It was his sin

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 "I'M A CRIMINAL. SHE'S MY SIN. MY OBSESSION. MINE." _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She was a law student, transferred to Bangalore's best law university after completing one year in her hometown, Banaras. She had never been left alone, thanks to her overprotective brother. He was one of the world's finest bikers and a top-notch video gamer. He lived alone in Bangalore. At her sister's and friend's engagement, he met her - his friend's sister. Her brother, unaware of the danger, entrusted him with the responsibility of taking care of her for a few days. Little did he know, he was sending his sister straight into the obsessive world of a man people feared... a criminal. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She carried a chaotic, stubborn heart, yet never dared to break a rule. He was calm, calculated-and broke every damn rule. He's quiet destruction. She's blazing chaos. He's fire. She's ice. Both had dominating personalities. Both burned in each other's obsession - dark, relentless, and unstoppable. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ If you want to know more about them - his obsessive darkness, and her cheerful yet fierce spirit - dive into the world of their obsession, where love has already been left behind. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 18+