𝘼 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 Tanushree - calm, warm, a trembling soul who owns a small bouquet shop and counts numbers whenever fear grips her heart ...is pushed into a marriage she never imagined. She walks into his world as an ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ. Vansh Malhotra - lives alone in a dark penthouse that feels more like a jungle than a home. He hates humans, avoids emotions, and surrounds himself only with wild creatures and strict routines. My chest tightened. Something inside me cracked quietly. I nodded. He wasn't done. "One more thing." His voice was low. Dangerous. "Make yourself dead when I'm home." I froze. "Is it clear?" My throat burned. I nodded again. Yes. Clear. I didn't cry loudly. I didn't scream. I just... sat there. Counting. One... two... three... four... My only way to stay sane. She thought he would love her and care for her like other husbands. But her thoughts turned into fear when she spent her wedding night outside the penthouse in the freezing cold, with not a single human around, whispering to herself that he might open the gate for her. And the man who warned her to "disappear" starts noticing the one presence he can't ignore. In a marriage built on conditions, distance, and unspoken threats... something strange begins to grow. Will Vansh accept a new human in his world? Or will Tanushree disappear trying to survive in it? ‼️ Continue only if you are comfortable with such stories. This is not for soft-hearted people. It contains mature content and mentions of blood. --------------------------------------- hope you like my story Authormaya add

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𐙚⋆° 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 & 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄 One slap was enough to make Inaya Kapoor the most talked-about woman in the country. After a public confrontation with business tycoon Aarvansh Raivaan, her life begins to unravel. Her reputation is destroyed, rumours follow her everywhere and every day brings a new loss. Certain that Aarvansh is responsible, Inaya grows to hate him. Then fate delivers its cruelest blow. Marriage. Now trapped together, two people standing on opposite sides of a scandal must learn how to survive each other before their hatred destroys them both. Core/Additional tags 🏷️: Dark Romance · Arranged/Forced Marriage · Enemies to Lovers · Marriage of Convenience · Powerful Male Lead · Strong Female Lead · Slow Burn · Emotional Healing · Revenge · Power Dynamics · Family Pressure · Angst · Redemption

Revan Raichand. The name alone evokes fear, respect, and power. At 28, he stands as one of the wealthiest and most influential businessmen in the world. He is the epitome of perfection-& destruction. But beneath the tailored suits, the staggering fortune, & the piercing gaze lies a soul shrouded in darkness. He is ruthless, arrogant, and unforgiving, a man who wears his heartlessness as armor. Yet, there's a secret buried deep in his past-a wound that festers in silence, turning him into the devil everyone fears. He trusts no one, loves no one, & gives nothing to the world except his icy indifference. But even devils have their reasons for being born. Gamya Mehra is Beautiful in her simplicity, kind-hearted, & selfless to a fault, she is the embodiment of light in a world that thrives on shadows. Her family is her entire universe. Her every dream tied to their well-being. Unlike others her age, she has no friends to confide in, no luxury to chase, and no love to lose herself in. She has always dreamed of a love that is pure, a prince charming who would whisk her away to a world of happiness. Little does she know, her fate is about to take a cruel turn. He is fire; she is ice. Two worlds that should never collide. Yet, destiny has other plans. Their meeting is no coincidence-it is a storm waiting to unleash chaos. What happens when fire meets ice? When hate clashes with kindness? When revenge becomes the reason for an unholy union? As secrets unravel and emotions clash, one question remains: Will hate destroy them, or will love rise from the ashes of their broken souls? Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions, betrayal, and unexpected twists-a journey where nothing is as it seems. Dive into the drama, passion, and mystery!

Nikolai Petrov is the ruthless leader of the Russian mafia, feared by all who cross his path. When he forces Vera Moretti, the innocent yet broken daughter of a rival mafia family, into an arranged marriage, he expects obedience and submission. But Vera, scarred by her past, hides her pain behind a facade of strength and grace. As the lines between power and desire blur, Nikolai finds himself captivated by the one thing he can't control-her heart. In a world of danger and deceit, can love survive, or will it destroy them both?

"My mother always told me not to play with fire. I guess I should've listened." ... Alana has spent her life adhering to strict rules, raised in a family where appearances meant everything. Trained to be the perfect daughter-calm, composed, and obedient-she's never dared to step out of line or show her true self. Sergei has been betrayed more times than he can count, leaving him hardened, ruthless, and haunted by paranoia. He's built walls no one can penetrate, trusting only in his own power to survive. ... When a professional encounter with an angry Sergei at Alana's job leads her to be kidnapped, she's thrown into his ruthless underworld, held captive in exchange for her life. What will happen when their lives collide in a marriage neither wants but can't resist? Will their undeniable passion spark the possibility of love or will it fade once reality hits? #1 in enemies #1 in dark #1 in darkromance #1 in mafiaromance #1 in manipulation #1 in adultthemes #1 in captive #1 in russian #1 in heartbreak

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 I asked for only one thing in my whole life - to be loved. Bas prem hi toh maanga tha, Bhagwan. tu ne mera asli chehra dikha diya Itna sach... itna sach ki ab main khud ko chhoon bhi nahi sakta. I never believed in you. Not really. I used to laugh when people said, "Sab up..ar wale ki marzi hai." But Ish...itha... she bel...liieves. She prays in name of you. She says, "He exists and listens" If you exist... if you're really the reason for existence... then please, I'm begging infront of youu...your not so existent creation is begging infront of you...please do one thing for me. Take her away from me. But please don't hurt her. Please don't let her cry. Please don't let her feel abandoned. Please don't let her feel unwanted. Just... erase me....erase me from every memory... Let her forget that she was ever married to me. Let her forget the sound of my name. Let my face blur in her memories. Let her wake up one morning and not remember the man who ruined her..... . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

• 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐌𝐂 × 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐌𝐂 I didn't get distracted. Not by beauty. Not by innocence. And yet, here I was. Watching her. Wanting her. She had no idea that the most dangerous man in Italy had stopped everything just to witness her. I should have driven away. I should have ignored the strange pull in my chest, the hunger curling in my gut. But then she laughed. And I knew I was fucked. Buckle up for a rollercoaster of chaos, comedy, and a whole lot of WTF just happened moments in HBHB-where love isn't just unexpected, it's absolutely ILLEGAL.

My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table. Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears. How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed. "Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body. He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor.. He is just my destroyer,I chose myself.. HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! Rated 18+ Enter at your own risk!!

"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.