In class you will call me proffeser. In private you'll call me daddy. Dr. Arjun Malhotra was the kind of man mother's warned their daughter about- too handsome, too powerful, too dangerous. To the world , he was respected professor. But behind the mask, he was Mumbai's most feared Mafia king. And me? I was just Ananya Sharma, the innocent girl who made the mistake of catching his eyes. His gaze burned through me in lectures, His voice made my heart race. His touch.....ruined me. I should have run. I should have resisted. But when the devil himself decides you're his obsession, escape isn't an option. Proffeser by day. Mafia king by night. My forbidden sin.

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty

"She lived a perfect life. Until his eyes found hers. Now, every night ends with a rose... and a threat she can't name." Aria Verma knows how to smile for the world, the polished daughter of a powerful family, too quiet for the noise around her. Riaan Fernandez doesn't chase. He appears. A man people don't speak about too loudly. He is older, powerful, and always watching and When he sets his eyes on Aria, it's not romance. It's a decision. What begins as fascination grows into something possessive. Riaan doesn't ask to be let in he appears, surrounds, consumes. Escape feels impossible. In the end, she doesn't flee. She chooses. She becomes. This isn't a story of love saving someone from the dark. This is the story of a girl who learned to breathe inside it.

The Russian winter is the coldest of all. Ironically, there's a saying that goes, hell has frozen over too. Who would have imagined that the Italian mafia princess would find the devil waiting for her in Moscow? 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 is adventurous and bold. As the only daughter of the formidable leader of The Outfit, her every desire has always been fulfilled... until she wished to visit Moscow. Her father gave her one strange condition: Don't fall for a Russian man. 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐕 is known as a wealthy playboy, the charismatic owner of Moscow's most lavish clubs. Yet behind his glittering facade lurks a ruthless man who thrived for bloodlust & vengeance. He was a man who had everything & wanted for nothing ━ until Rosabelle walked into his world. Intrigued by the shy, naive girl who ventured into his club, Emilian couldn't resist the temptation to get closer. But what started as mere curiosity soon transformed into an obsession to keep Rosabelle at his side. But there's one problem. Their families. Passion blurs the line between love & forbidden desires. And where loyalty is questioned, war can break free at any time. This time, can Rosabelle save herself from him & his wicked temptations? ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ 𝐜𝐰: unhinged mmc, obsessive behaviour, mildly toxic 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: age gap (21h & 33H), good girl x bad boy, forbidden, kinda cliché & insta-love !!! BEING REWRITTEN !!!

She was off-limits. Too pure for his world. Too tempting to leave untouched. Mireille Delacroix lives a quiet, careful life-until a single marked bill ties her to the most dangerous man in the city. Ezekiel Deveraux doesn't do love. He does control. Power. Obsession. And from the moment he sees her, he decides she's his. She wasn't supposed to survive in his world. But she's smart. Sharp. Unpredictably defiant. And that only makes him want her more. He kidnaps her. She escapes. But this isn't over. He'll chase. She'll run. But no matter how far she goes... she'll never outrun him. Because obsession doesn't fade. It devours. 🖤 "Obsession starts with a glance... and ends with surrender." 🖤

"You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

(Book 2) Sequel of Abused Angel (STANDALONE) . . . Angelina D'angelo, a shy, sweet kind-hearted girl. Always ready to help others. Loves her parents and brothers. Hopes that her husband will cherish her just like her father loves her mother. . . . Sergei Petrov, a dominating man. Capo of Russian mafia. Doesn't believe in god. He is very possessive of his things. He snatches whatever he likes by hook or by crook. Doesn't believe in love until angel caught his eye. . . . What you can expect: Possessive/Protective ML🔥 ML only softens towards FL🔥 Arranged marriage of ML and FL🔥 No cheating!!!🔥 Touch her and die🔥

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.