A forced marriage between a reserved businessman and a psychology student with a traumatic past becomes an unexpected journey of healing and love as Arhaan's obsession softens into genuine care, Minha learns to trust again, proving that even the deepest scars can fade with patience, respect, and true connection

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 When Abhiraaj's eyes locked onto Eesha's, he knew he had to make her his. His obsession grew with each passing day, and he would stop at nothing to claim her as his own. But as Eesha begins to feel the weight of his all-consuming passion, she realizes that she's trapped in a web of love, desire, and madness. Will she be able to escape the suffocating grip of Abhiraaj's obsession, or will she become his forever? On the other hand.... Akshay fell for Rhea the moment she cursed him on a busy Mumbai street-wild, fearless, and unapologetically real. She was chaos, and he was drawn in. But Rhea never believed in love; to her, it was just another lie dressed as a promise. Still, against all odds, she let herself feel. And just when her walls began to fall, the truth about Akshay shattered her completely-reminding her why she never should've believed in love in the first place. Would Rhea ever recover from this, or was Akshay really that monster?

(duet 2 of His twisted Temptation) -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 𝟑 "How dare you let another woman sit on our bed?" Her voice was low, vibrating with rage. "I will fucking burn the whole bed with her body shot to death." A slow smile spread across my lips. Her voice was filled with possession. God help me but despite the hate, I loved her like this. Without breaking eye contact, I reached for the gun, my fingers grazing her fingers before the cool metal. Her grip faltered for the slightest second at my touch. I took advantage. With one swift motion, I flipped our positions, pinning her against the wall. The barrel of my gun pressed under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Do you really think I'm scared of this?" I murmured. She smirked. The kind of smirk that drove men insane. ──── ୨୧ ──── ❝ letting the intrusive thoughts win ❞ Here are the things you are signing up for, • obsessive leads • psychos in love • thriller • anti hero/heroine • self-harm • manipulation • torture

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

#1 𝖎𝖓 '𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓' 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ✧✿𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥✿✧ I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. DEVASTATED and BETRAYED. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin. Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire. He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch. At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not. "My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."