Hey everyone! Welcome to my debut book! I'm thrilled to share this story with you all. Titled around the possessive nature of our main character, this book delves into the intriguing dynamics between Ishika, a sweet and innocent girl, and Viraj, a cold-hearted and assertive man who unexpectedly finds himself drawn to her. Viraj is willing to defy all odds and push boundaries to make Ishika his, no matter the cost. Join them on a journey where love, passion, and obsession collide in unexpected ways.

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

Hello everyone, Welcome to the new sequel of Captive of Obsession. This story is entirely focused on Devraj and Indu. For those who have read the previous book, this sequel picks up 2 months after the events of the accident and everything that followed. Prepare to dive deep into the intense, emotional, and complicated journey of Devraj and Indu, just the two of them, like never before.😉😉

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

In the opulent heart of Rajasthan, where ancient palaces still whisper of love, betrayal, and war, 19-year-old Aaradhya Mehta, the only daughter of a powerful Jaipur tycoon, is forced into an arranged marriage with the most feared man in the desert - Rana Veer Pratap Singh Rathore, a cold, emotionally impenetrable royal billionaire with a throne of secrets and a past that bleeds. He didn't want a bride. She refused to be caged. But a deal was struck... and a wedding was set. Veer is older, ruthless, always in control. Aaradhya is young, defiant, and not afraid to burn. What begins as a strategic alliance unravels into a twisted game of dominance, longing, and unsaid emotions - where every stolen glance aches, every touch scorches, and every silence hides a storm. But behind the marble corridors of Rathore Palace, something darker lurks - family secrets, betrayal, forbidden bloodlines... and a growing danger that could break the bride before she even learns to love her husband. As passion collides with pride, and loyalty is tested by love, Veer and Aaradhya must decide: Will they survive the shadows of their pasts - Or will their love be the final war the desert remembers?

" What if I had grown a little too fat, with thick arms, thighs, folds on my tummy, double chin and so on ? Would you love me Rudra ? " " I would love that Tara, just the thought of my face being crushed between your thighs turns me rock hard. And I m sure it wouldn't only your arms, thighs and tummy but sure your boobs would be bigger so I would never need a pillow and that is a win win for me. " " What do you want Rudra ? " " You.. I want you Tara....your lips on mine while I m deep inside you, your hair spread across my pillow it's the most beautiful sight my eyes will ever behold, my love. " Bound by passion, consumed by love An obsession that turns love into an unquenchable thirst. A pride that transforms passion into devotion. He was ready to embrace the darkest demons if it meant keeping their love safe, and she was willing to burn with him if it meant never letting go. Obsession Series Book #2 - Locked in Passion Obsession Series Book #1 - His Eternal Obsession

"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

✦ The Sinful Vows ✦ ❝ 🔥 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 🔥 ❞ 💔 Arohi Verma never imagined that her life would be reduced to a bargaining chip. But when she is forced into a ruthless marriage, she finds herself bound to Rudra Singh Rathore-the most feared and untouchable mafia king in Mumbai. 💀 Cold-blooded. Merciless. Powerful beyond limits. 🔥 Rudra is a man who does not forgive... and Arohi's family has committed the ultimate sin. Now, she will pay the price. 🕊️ To him, she is nothing more than a pawn-one he will break, own, and mold into submission. 🌹 But Arohi is not the fragile flower he expected. Behind her innocent eyes burns a fire strong enough to scorch him. ⚔ She fears him. He hates her. But the more he tries to break her, the more she tempts the monster inside him. 💣 And when the line between hate and obsession blurs... there will be 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. ❝ 🔥 "You were forced to be my bride. But make no mistake... now, you are mine." 🔥 ❞

Srishti Tyagi was betrothed to Shravan Chauhan. The wedding was only a week away when her world broke apart - her fiance, whom she was to marry unalived himself. But the wedding must be held; the groom must be replaced - and the one to replace the dead turns out to be her dead betrothed's brother - Samrudh Chauhan. Will Srishti ever find love in this relationship or only scorn is what she is to expect? The story is set in the 1990s. Two powerful families coming from old money and a marriage arranged to strengthen political and economical ties. Forced marriage, replaced groom, slow burn and passionate love. Welcome!

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .