─────────────────────── Ahilya Rathore was never the kind of woman the world forgave. A villainess wrapped in silk, smiling like consequences meant nothing to her. She didn't soften edges-she sharpened them. And the world learned not to reach too close. Rithvay didn't need to chase her. He already knew where ruin lived. He married her for one reason only-revenge. Not passion. Not fate. Not curiosity. Just the quiet, patient need to make her stand inside everything she once escaped untouched. He didn't call it love. He didn't call it anything at all. Just something that stayed too long in his mind, and turned into hatred that learned how to breathe. And her name remained at the center of it. No one calls it a beginning. No one calls it an end. Only the slow unfolding of consequences that refuse to stay buried. ~nothing beautiful survives untouched, and nothing ruined stays innocent. ─────────────────────── © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗥𝘂𝗶𝗻, 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿𝗮. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. ───────────────────────

"You don't understand how happy we are to call you ours." ~~~ Started : February 26, 2023 Ended : June 11, 2023 ~~~ Story contains: Explicit language, sexual content, mentions of abuse, mentions of assault, murder, knife play, self harm ~~~ Shy, kind, beautiful, innocent. The four main words that describe everything about 19 year old Ellie. Even though she was homeless, she never let much get in her way of surviving the days and nights out on the streets. Little did she know that a trio of mafia men would change her life, giving her much more than she had ever wanted. She would submit to them out of free will, they will be her dominants and her protectors. Valentino (27), the leader of the trio and the mafia. He had a kind soul inside of him, making people adore him when he was seen. He was also known for his good looks and charming personality, but mostly known as the new leader of his mafia. Owen (26), the "child-like" one in the trio. He seems like a funny best friend when you first meet him, but once it's time to get to work, the change in him feels and looks unreal. His way with words have changed many people, growing confidence in those he talked with. Lorenzo (27), the quiet but deadliest one in the trio. You never know much about him, his only focus being on the mafia. Even though he may seem dark and brutal, somewhere inside of him is a whole different story. But will the rivalry between the submissive's father and the three dominant mafia men get in the way of them taking her and changing her future? ~~~ Rankings! #1 Poly #1 Submissive #1 Reverseharem #1 Dominant #1 Trio #1 Praise #1 Homeless #1 Recommended #2 Posessive #2 Mafia #2 BDSM #20 Romance

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ paperback soon

BOOK 2 OF THE OBSESSION SERIES : An 18+ Dark Romance Book. Matteo Armani is a monster in a suit-a Consigliere with no conscience, no mercy, and no limits. His world is painted in blood and shadows, and he revels in the chaos. Obsession is second nature to him, but when it comes to Sophia Robinson, it's not just an obsession-it's a sickness. Sophia is everything he is not-light, laughter, and innocence wrapped in breathtaking beauty. A princess in a golden cage, untouched by the darkness he thrives in. But Matteo doesn't believe in fairytales. He believes in taking what he wants, and he wants her. She should run. She should fear him. But instead, she tempts the devil, pushing boundaries she doesn't understand. And Matteo? He's more than happy to pull her into his madness. Because once he has her, he's never letting go. She's his favorite game. His sweetest sin. His obsession. -------------------------------------------------------- "You're insane," I whisper. Matteo grins wider, a look of pure enjoyment flashing across his face. "Oh, Little lamb," he leans in, his breath warm against my cheek, "I'm so much worse than that." I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady myself. His scent-smoke, leather, and something darker-fills my lungs, suffocating me. --------------------------------------------------------------------

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

#1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

One late night, out of boredom and curiosity, Viel creates a dump account. That's where she meets @faceless.saint, a sarcastic, distant guy who barely replies and never shows his face.Their conversations begin with awkward teasing and short replies, slowly turning into late-night talks and unexpected attachment. Viel keeps pushing despite the embarrassment, while he hides behind sarcasm and distance. What Viel doesn't know is that the man she talks to every night isn't some faraway stranger. He's closer than she thinks, a schoolmate she passes by, a familiar presence, someone living just next door.

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025