𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

Adhiraj slammed her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that tasted like rage and possession. His hands gripped her thighs, yanking them around his waist before he dropped her roughly onto the edge of his desk. "Fvck, you're drenched," he growled, two thick fingers plunging into her tight, untouched heat without mercy. "Ahh-Adhiraj!" Sharvika cried out, her nails raking his shoulders, her married body arching into his palm even as she hated him. "Your little cvnt is svcking me in," he growled, finger-fvcking her with brutal, wet strokes, his palm slapping her cl!t. "Look at this mess. You're dripping down my hand like a needy slvt. Is this how you save yourself for your husband? This tight, desperate fvckhole?" Ahh-fuck-Adhiraj dont't--!" she screamed, her tight walls clamping down, trying to reject the invasion. "Don't?" He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot that made her see white, his thumb pressing hard circles on her swollen nub. "Your pvssy is begging for my c'ck. Clenching. Weeping. Mine." He leaned in, teeth at her ear. "Cum on my fingers now, you dirty girl. Milk my hand like the c'ck you'll not get until you beg for it." She bit her lip, trying to silence the moans building in her throat, but her body betrayed her completely. Adhiraj crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, his thumb circling her cl!t with brutal precision. "Say it," he commanded, his breath hot against her ear. "Say my name when you cum on my hand like a good little wife." "Aahh-aahh-Adhiraj!"She shattered, wailing his name, her virgin cunt spasming, gushing hot arousal all over his palm as he wrecked her. ............ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark romance featuring possessive characters, obsession, mafia elements, family secrets, morally grey decisions, and intense emotional themes. Reader discretion is advised.

I was supposed to marry the older sister. But when sweet, innocent Sia is presented in a golden platter. Things got a little interesting. Just kidding - A lot more interesting. Sia, the replacement of her sister. Sia, the sacrificial goat. Is now my Wife. I will bend her to my will. Break her Own her. And one more thing I will stop at nothing until I have her body, mind and soul . Until she is irrevocably mine . This is a Dark Romance story . Tropes : 1) Arrange marriage 2) Psychotic ML × Innocent FL 3) She fell first , he fell harder 4) Obsessed ML 5) Smut (18+)

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.

"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

They warned you about men like him. The kind that didn't knock, they kicked the door down. The kind whose name was whispered in alleyways and feared even behind closed doors. A man whose presence silenced rooms and whose gaze could leave bruises. Jeon Jungkook wasn't just powerful, he was power and he didn't chase, he commanded. He didn't ask, he took. And the city? It belonged to him long before you ever crossed his path. You had no business being in his world. But fate never cared for logic, it cared for impact, and the night you looked him in the eye and said "No", you set a monster on fire. He tried the easy way with money, with charm and presence. But you, with your defiant stare and soft, stubborn lips, weren't like the women who moaned his name behind closed doors and forgot it by morning, you resisted him. And that? That was your first mistake. He didn't fall in love, yet, of course. He fell into obsession, and obsession is never gentle. So he gave you a choice: marry him... or your family disappears from the face of the earth. You thought he was bluffing, until the locks clicked and your world shrank into the walls of his mansion, silk sheets and steel doors, until his name replaced yours in every corner of your life. But here's the thing about Jungkook. He never lied to you, he told you he wouldn't hurt you, and he didn't. He just owned you entirely. Heart, soul, body-claimed, caged, worshipped. You were the fire he could never hold without getting burned, but he held you anyway. Because monsters don't let go of what they love, they protect it and cage it. And when the world tries to take it away... They burn it all down.

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

Genre: Age-Gap, Dark romance, Thriller When 40-year-old mafia boss, Jungkook lays eyes on 20-year-old college girl, he's immediately captivated. Despite their significant age difference and vastly different worlds, jungkook becomes obsessed with making her his. But Jungkook obsession knows no bounds. He'll stop at nothing to claim her as his own, even if it means destroying her innocence and pulling her into his dark world... Dive into this intense, passionate tale of love, obsession, and the unbreakable bonds that form between two unlikely souls.🤎 (Reader×Jeongguk) **[This book is under editing]** MY FIRST BOOK~ SO THERE'S LOTS OF MISTAKES ~ PLEASE BE KIND. Caution : it includes *MATURE* imaginary stuff so if you're not comfortable, please ignore it 🔞⚠️ Vote, like,share, comment 💌

˚ . ྀིྀི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.

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)