"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 .

𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣 , 𝙆𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙞 ❛ 𝘼𝙆𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙭 𝙆𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙆𝘼 ❜ Book 1 Of 'Hearted Generation' Series • • It is said that marriage is a sacred bond. But Kritika's life has been turned into hell through this sacred bond. Her own father conspired against her and got her married to a Heartless man who is a human being but far from the human norm, who is right to call a human being but wrong to judge his humanity, who is burning in the fire of revenge and Kritika's life is going to be burnt in this fire of revenge! But innocent Kritika does not say a single word even after tolerating all his brutality. After all, who is that eartless man with whom Kritika was married? In which fire of revenge is that heartless man burning? Why does she not say a single word even after tolerating all his brutality? ~ Weak hearted and emotional people should not read this book.

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

"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.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

"You belong to me!" he said in his deep, husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. "And you are mine to love, princess!" His tone was full of possessiveness. "Let me go-" I started to protest, but he silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "Shh, be quiet!" he whispered softly against my lips. I looked into his eyes, which were filled with desire and longing. "It's just you and me tonight, and I want to make it special for us," his strong voice sent chills down my spine. My heart raced as I felt his fingers at the edge of my dress, ready to tear it away. *"I'm about to do the most sinful things with you now, Jaan!"* His voice echoed in my ears. "I've waited long enough!" His voice grew deeper with desire. "No, please-"before I finish my sentence, he interrupted me as air rushed around my body. He ripped my dress in two pieces. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

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✦ʙʟᴜʀʙ✦ ꜱʜɪᴠɪᴋᴀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ. ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ, ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ, ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ-ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴇɴ. ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ, ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇꜱ-ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ʜᴇʀ? ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʀɪꜱᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ. ✺✳ ┅ ⑅ ┅ ✳✺ Tropes :- • Obsessive Love • Love Triangle • Fated But Doomed Love • Betrayal & Secrets • Survival Romance • Morally Gray Love Interests • Psychological Manipulation • Tragic Past

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝑿 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Chirag! I don't want you to marry me for any reason. Because I am going to die soon. I have only one year to live. So it is better if you don't marry me and ruin your life." Anahita was sitting with Chirag in his office. She said to Chirag. Chirag, "If you are about to die, then this marriage will be perfect for us. I also don't want to ruin a life by marrying someone in this condition." "Huh? What did you say?" "I said, marry me, Anahita!" "But why? What do you want from me?", Anahita asked. Chirag said with an expressionless, emotionless face, "Marry me and fulfill Dadi's wish. Anyway, you are going to die within a year, so neither I nor you will have any problem."

In the elite halls of High Crest University, he is feared. Revered. Untouchable. Professor Abhimanyu Chauhan is a man of many faces-one, a cold and brilliant academic; the other, a ruthless mafia king cloaked in shadows and sin. A hacker who commands empires, a killer who hides behind calm eyes and a tailored suit. For seven long years, he's watched Harshita Rathi from the shadows. His obsession. His madness. His future. But Harshita doesn't know the devil is closer than her breath. All she sees is a man she loathes-arrogant, controlling, suffocating. The professor who unnerves her. The stranger whose presence haunts her dreams. What happens when the man she despises... claims her as his bride? What happens when she realizes he's been controlling her world all along? In a world where love is possession, and obsession is lethal- Will she escape the chains of his love, or will she burn beneath it?