"Sign here," Rajvansh ordered, his voice dripping with dominance. Mahira's eyes widened in fear as she read the papers, her mind racing with questions. "What is this?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Rajvansh's response was cold and calculating. "It says you'll work for me, do whatever I say. "The bodyguards raised their guns, aiming them at Mahira's head. Rajvansh's gaze flicked to them, and then back to Mahira. "If you don't sign, they'll shoot you , and you and your unborn child will be gone" he said, his voice cold and still.

he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

Chandini has always been the girl people overlook-gentle, traditional, and painfully submissive. Her kindness makes her easy to use, and years of being taken advantage and a hard life have taught her to stay quiet, keep her head down, and never ask for anything. She flinches at raised voices, apologizes even when she's not at fault, and moves through life as softly as possible to avoid being hurt again. When her father dies, she is bound by his final business agreement: marriage to Stefan Vitello. Stefan is everything Chandini was not. A powerful, dominating, self-made architect whose presence is enough to silence a room. He speaks little, commands effortlessly, and expects obedience without having to raise his voice. Around him, Chandini feels smaller than ever-terrified to disappoint, terrified to draw attention, terrified of him. She tends to his home with quiet devotion, follows his clipped instructions without hesitation, and avoids meeting his eyes. Stefan never explains himself, never softens, never reveals what he truly thinks of his fragile, trembling wife. But he watches. He notices every flinch, every whispered apology, every moment she tries to make herself invisible. Hi guys I'm currently working on this and will try to update as frequently as I can! Read to follow along with their story!

Impeccably good girl Maahi Khandelwal plunges into a serious predicament when her father recieves a promotion and they shift permanently to the Nilgiris. Everything seems fine until she starts her college. Soft spoken good girl will find herself in a hell hole when the baddest boy of the college starts taking a little more interest in her. What Karanvir wants, Karanvir gets!!!!! May it be the brand new sedan or a certain special new girl of the college. Karanvir Roy was always the devil but than why was he so soft towards the new girl!!!! The bad boy will fall hard but the good girl just doesn't wants him around her. The more she runs the more he chases, for Karanvir Roy FUCKING GETS WHAT HE WANTS. Follow their journey through the enchanting trails of woods and undulating expanse of mountains and discover the passion, the obsession and the tender touches of love and find out if Karanvir wins the girl of his dreams or if he snatches her brutally from herself.

He suddenly pinned me on his bed as fear crawled over me. I struggled to get out of his grip " You're making me hard sweetheart,stop struggling", he warned but I kept struggling, his eyes got more darker,"Stop orelse I'm gonna fuck that tight little virgin hole of yours so hard that you won't able to walk for weeks".I stopped and looked at him ,he looked as a pure devil ,so dangerous .Not able to bear his monstrous side, I saw black dots infront of me as I closed my eyes letting the darkness consume me. What happens when a devil finds his love in an innocent angel? Pihu Varma, A 19 years old, loved and cherished all her life by her parents and an elder brother. Beautiful, cute and lovely nature. Moving to a new city with her family , thinking that the new city will bring her new hopes and so much happiness, but the hopes get crushed when the devil enters her life. Rajveer Oberoi, A 27 years old , well known technology business man .Has only a brother as his family . Handsome, mysterious and cruel. Had no hopes in love, but fell for an angel and now is determined to make her his. His Flower.

He is feared by everyone. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Shameer Abdullah-a man with sharp features, piercing gray eyes, and a presence that makes hearts skip and knees tremble. Every move he makes commands attention, every glance ignites fear. She is beautiful beyond words. Ummay Kulsoom-delicate, graceful, with innocent eyes that hide a quiet strength, soft lips, and hair that catches the light like silk. She steps into a world she knows nothing about, unaware that her beauty alone could be her danger. But one order... changes everything. Her life is no longer hers. Every step, every breath, every heartbeat now belongs to him. This is not a sweet love story. It is a tale of power, control, and obsession. Where love feels like a prison, and the prison is called- Qaid-e-Ishq: The Dark Obsession 🥀

Asad Ahmad Benyamin - A powerful politician and businessman, Asad is known for his calm and collected demeanor. From childhood, he knew he was different-unable to feel emotions the way others did. He learned to adapt, mimicking what was expected in every situation. But the first time he held his newborn cousin in his arms at the hospital, something shifted. When he looked into her big, doe-like hazel brown eyes, he felt something foreign yet undeniable-protectiveness. And when she smiled at him, for the first time in his life, he felt emotions he never believed he was capable of. Amara Abdula Benyamin - The youngest in her family, Amara is a whirlwind of laughter, chaos, and unfiltered honesty. Innocent but far from naïve, she loves deeply and lives freely, completely spoiled by those around her. She adores her family, cherishing every bond-except, perhaps, her oh-so-sweet yet perpetually grumpy cousin, who has always been the one person she could never quite figure out. TROPS Age gap (10 years) Calm ml x chaotic fl Obsessed Protective possessive ml Joint family Politician bussniss man ml x college going fl Desi Dominant ml x submissive fl Soft strong fl Sunshine x sunshine protecter Grumpy x sunshine Childhood love Cousin marriage Virgin ml x virgin fl

"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. "You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. His hands released his belt followed by ripping off of her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream ........ Roshanay, a simple girl, forced into prostitution, one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option than to marry him. Read the full description inside

Vikram Aditya, a young billionaire in his late twenties, had always held a deep-seated hatred for women. Despite his immense wealth and success, he lived a life of loneliness and isolation, unable to connect with anyone on a meaningful level. However, his world is turned upside down when he meets Bhumi, a girl who will change his life forever. Despite his initial reluctance, Vikram found himself falling deeply in love with her whom he should hate, What caused him to grow hate towards women in his life? Bhumi was a beautiful, simple girl who radiated love and positivity wherever she went. She crossed paths with Vikram in an unexpected circumstance, and as she learned more about his feelings towards women, she became fearful and apprehensive around him. Does she melt his cold heart with her kind and gentle nature bringing a new light to the darkness of his life? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ "Don't you fucking dare to run away from me again"His voiced laced with dominant gripping her chin tightly, she nodded. "Fucking speak," He roared making her flinch. "Y-yes S-sir," she stuttered. "Sir?" He questioned giving a hint to her to change the way she addressed him. "Yes, Vikram," She said navely, he sighed at her dumbness "What am I to you?" He asked, tracing her cheek with his lips making her breath heavy. "Y-yes, Husband," She said making him satisfied. "You are fucking mine whether you like it or not,"He said kissing her cheek. "W-why m-me?" She asked, meeting his eyes, but he didn't give answer to her. Tropes : Age gap Forced marriage Steamy romance CEO×Professior Hate-love relationship He fell first, she fell harder Trauma Selfharm Trust issues

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦