She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

# "I am not dumb... I just want someone to care for me too. I want love. I want affection." *"Do you know why I call you Little Love?"* he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. She shyly shook her head. A smile curved across his lips. *"Because..."* ... *"Y-you made me paint your portrait... with my cousin's blood... M-Mr. Archer?"* Her trembling voice barely escaped her lips. Fear filled her eyes. He only smiled. *"Come on, Little Love."* *"He tried to touch you."* *"He tried to take you away."* *"When you're my wife."* *"In my kingdom."* ♡⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎸🍒🚬୧˚ She wished for love. He offered obsession. She believed kindness could save everyone. He believed blood could solve everything. One innocent girl. One ruthless king. One castle where love is nothing more than another form of imprisonment. **King of Britain × An Indian Girl** **1990s** 🇬🇧 × 🇮🇳 ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Psychological Thriller ♡ Royalty ♡ Obsession ♡ Possessive Male Lead ♡ Slow Burn ♡ 3 Side Couples (2 Straight • 1 BL) The first part of the story revolves around obsession, lust, manipulation, violence, and control. **No happy ending... yet.** ⚠🩸🚬 **18+ | Violence | Gore | Crime | Psychological Abuse | Toxic Relationships | Strong Language | Self-Harm References | Animal Abuse | Disturbing Themes** **DISCLAIMER:** This story is purely fictional. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are **18+**. It does **not** promote or glorify abuse, violence, crime, or any harmful behavior. Please read with an open mind and remember that fiction is not reality. Welcome to the kingdom. Once the gates close... There is no escape. 💋🖋️🍒🕶️🐺 Enjoy reading, babeee. 🤍 And yes... I'm a slow writer. 😔✋ Please don't kidnap me if the updates take time. I'm trying. 😭 Go touch some grass, drink water, flirt with nobody, then come back when I update. 😋🎀 Love youuu, my pookies. 🫶

Nandini's POV "Do you like it, little bird?" Hukum asked softly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't even look at him. The mere fact that I was sitting so close to him made my heart race uncontrollably. This was wrong. So wrong. He was the mighty Rajvanshi heir. The man everyone feared. And I... I was nothing more than a servant's daughter. Someone who never belonged in his world. Someone who should never have been here. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred my vision. Without thinking, I pushed against his chest and quickly tried to move away. I needed distance. I needed to breathe. But before I could take even a single step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. With one pull, I was back beside him. My breath caught. "We're not done yet, wifey." The word hit me harder than it should have. Wifey. My stomach twisted painfully. I shook my head. "I'm not your wife." My voice came out weaker than I intended. "That marriage..." I swallowed. "It was a mistake." For a moment, silence filled the room. Dangerous silence. The kind that made my heart pound harder. Slowly, Hukum stood. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Unreadable. And then- A small smile appeared on his lips. The kind of smile that sent chills down my spine. "A mistake?" he repeated quietly. He took a step toward me. Then another. And another. Until my back hit the wall. Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. His gaze dropped briefly to the mangalsutra resting against my throat before returning to my eyes. And what he said next made the blood drain from my face. "Then tell me, little bird..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Something that should not have existed. Something that could destroy everything I believed. "If our marriage was a mistake..." His fingers tightened around it. "Then why do I have this?" --- To be continued... 🔥

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

"How is life going with your loving wife?", I asked putting a sly smile on my face. "Life's shitty, now spread.", he spat as his hand slowly slid up to my thigh, pushing my skirt higher as he continues to dictate. "We are not here to talk are we? Now shut your pretty little mouth before I make you" . . . . Professor Kendrik Windermere is done playing the dutiful husband in his cold, sexless arranged marriage. Frustrated and desperate, he finds an unlikely spark in Lorenza Floris, his oddball student with a dangerous obsession for steamy romance novels. When their paths cross outside the classroom, Kendrik and Lorenza strike a daring deal: a physical arrangement to fulfill his desires and her fantasies- with one strict rule: no feelings. But as passion deepens and their secret meetings grow more intense, the line between lust and love begins to blur. Can they keep their emotions in check, or will their forbidden connection spiral out of control? 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : This book delves into dark and controversial themes, including cheating, BDSM, toxic and manipulative relationships, and deep-seated parental trauma. It explores morally complex situations and unsettling dynamics that may disturb or trigger some readers. Discretion is strongly advised-read at your own risk. Rankings: #1 on teacher #1 on Trauma #3 on New #06 on adultfiction #05 on maturelanguage #02 on student-professor

Everyone's story begins with love and mine begins with pain. An excruciating pain. While kids of my age study and have fun in college, I am forced to sleep with someone, that too for money. I am only twenty one year old girl whose fate gives every day a new opportunity to humiliate her. People just look at me with dirty and pitying eyes. Will happiness ever come for me? Will I also be able to live my life freely?. NO..NEVER..

"You came begging for a shield, sweetheart. You had a dead man's blood on your hands and a terrified child clutching your leg, and you thought you were just asking for sanctuary. You didn't know I've spent four years turning the Russian underworld into a slaughterhouse just to find the girl who smiled at me in a hallway. You want me to wipe out the cartel that hurt her? Done. I'll burn them to ash before the sun comes up. But the price is you. You think this diamond on your finger is a marriage? It's a cage. And I am never, ever opening the door." - Andrei Romanov --- To the Russian underworld, Andrei Romanov is the Devil-a ruthless, untouchable Don who commands the largest criminal syndicate in the country. To Angelina Smirnova, he was just a bleeding boy she bandaged in a school corridor four years ago. She forgot his face. He converted an empire into a search engine to find hers. Angelina is a gentle English teacher who has spent her life pouring her soul into the children at her orphanage. When nine-year-old Nika is brutally assaulted by a cartel heir, Angelina doesn't hesitate-she kills the monster and runs. Desperate, hunted, and out of options, she seeks out the only man powerful enough to keep the child safe. She thought she was asking a crime boss for a favor. She didn't know she was walking straight into the arms of a man whose obsession has no ceiling and no limit. Andrei agrees to protect the little girl, but his price is absolute: a marriage. Angelina thinks she sold her soul to a monster to save a child. She doesn't know that the Devil has been waiting four years to worship her, and he will burn the entire world down to ensure she never leaves his cage. _ Book 2 of the Addicted Series {Can be read as a standalone too}

She tightly shut her eyes as her breath goes uneven with his close proximity. Her lips parted unconsciously as she could hear her own heartbeat. He leaned down his head to kiss her but seeing her rising chest and shut eyes, he stopped and automatically a sad smile formed on his lips. His tightened his own fist before he could touch her waist. Why does he always tend to lose his control over his fucking hormones in front of her when he knows very well his wife is still not ready for the intimacy? The thought made him curse and heart broken at the same time. With a tired sigh he tried to leave from there but before he could, she held his wrist stopping him. 'Kaha jaa rahe hain aap mujhe aise chor k??' she whispered. He looked back at her confusingly but without giving him time to react , she pulled him close by his nape and slammed her lips on his and started kissing him slowly and passionately. By grabbing both of her waist he slammed her back onto the wall.. she gasped into his mouth as she could feel his erection poking between her thighs. At 25, Rekha had built a successful life for herself as a nurse in the city. Yet despite the years that had passed, one thing had never changed, her love for Madhav. But her heart was severely got crushed the day she founds out that same Madhav was now married and living happily with his wife. Shivam, a 24 year old village guy and a true gentleman with a heart of gold, works in a small company and leads a simple life. But everything changes when he meets Rekha. For him, it is love at first sight. The more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. But how can he hope for her love when her heart already belongs to someone else? Will Shivam be able to heal a heart that has spent loving the wrong person?

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."