When her brother betrays the most feared mafia don in the city, Elara Vane expects death. Instead, she is spared----- only to be claimed. Publicly branded as Don Alessandro Moretti's "pet," Elara becomes a living warning to the underworld: this is what happens when loyalty breaks. It is her punishment. She is paraded beside him, kept silent, adorned, owned... and used to inspire fear and obedience amongst his men. If she rebels, her family pays. If she submits, she loses herself completely, loses EVERYTHING. His three Mafia wives hate her, rival families have their eyes on her and his men would hurt her if he were to take his protection off her for even a second. Perhaps she should just run away... Right?? Unfortunately she has no such choice; Don Alessandro is as ruthless as he is confusing. He treats her gently in private, and mercilessly in public, steaming conflicting feelings and thoughts within her, and confusing her with his twisted care. As rival families plot her kidnapping and Alessandro's empire fractures under the weight of his obsession, Elara begins to understand her terrifyingly real truth. ... she is the only thing he will burn the world down to protect. The question is why? If she ever has a chance to escape, will she leave? And if she doesn't,... will she survive his obsession? ------------- A LITTLE NOTE: This book will be updated at the same time with my other book MISTAKEN FOR HIS WHORE, so... don't worry about slow updates 😏. Enjoyyyy! 😘

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

#Top 1 in India (05-18/04/2025) #Top 3 in India (04/2025) #Top 5 in India (05/2025) #Top 6 in India (21/04/2025) #Top 8 in India (05/2025) ⟡ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 X 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 ⟡ ─⭑──────────── A man who paints his demons onto canvas, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 is no stranger to obsession. Silence is his refuge, control in his nature. Marriage was never in his plans-until the echo of a past long buried led him to something he never realized he was seeking. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 was never meant to be his. But when fate delivered her to his feet, he didn't hesitate. Now, she stands at the threshold of a life she never asked for, bound to a man who saved her-but refuses to set her free. Some cages are built from protection. Some saviors are anything but holy. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ 𝗧 𝗿 𝗼 𝗽 𝗲 𝘀: • Forced marriage • Morally Grey MMC • Age gap • Dark Possessiveness • rom-com ───────────⭑─

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26 #4 in top 10 India on 12/ 7/ 26 #3 in top 10 India on 13/7/26

In a world where obsession blurs the line between love and control, he craves her like a forbidden addiction. His desire is not just to love but to possess, to dominate, to make her entirely his-mind, body, and soul. Shadows of mystery and suspense lurk as his calculated moves tighten the noose around her freedom, driven by a dark lust that consumes him. He will ruin her world if it means binding her to his, Willing to cross every limit to claim -- 𝘩𝘦𝘳 as his forever. Because she's "𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥." #1 in chapter #2 in bestbooksonwattpad #2 in trends #5 in trends #22 in psycho #44 in suspense (READ ONLY WHEN YOU'RE COMFORTABLE.)

➺ Book 𝟑 of "𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞" series. "Oh, you are so dirty and naughty, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥." "Ahh... Sir." ঌ𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐗𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭ঌ A taboo erotica where forbidden attraction blurs the line between right and wrong, leaving nothing but temptation, desire, and fantasies neither of them should ever have dared to entertain. My Professor Copyright © 2025 All Rights Reserved

It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his grey eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiralled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)