𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙖 x 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪 | 25 x 29 ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ. "She walked away once. He won't let her do it again." She was India's most brilliant economist - calm, poised, and untouchable. He was the nation's most ruthless External Affairs Minister - a man who commanded rooms without a word. Five years ago, Aratrika Roy vanished from his world without a reason. Abhimanyu Yadav didn't chase her. He simply watched her leave - giving her the illusion of freedom. Now, he's done waiting. And this time, she's not walking away. When she's drawn back into his orbit - through power, politics, and an engagement she never agreed to - the air between them burns with everything left unsaid. Every glance is a memory. Every touch is a warning. He wants her back - not as a choice, but as his claim. "You wanted freedom, Aratrika. But you forgot one thing- I was the only place you were ever truly free." As old sparks reignite into obsession, love becomes a weapon neither of them can control. Because between power and possession, someone always surrenders - and this time, it won't be him. ---------------------------------------------------- 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞?

Don't worry, you've got the right book! 'Darkhaast' has simply been renamed to 'UNTANGLE ME' This book will officially begin once I complete my ongoing book. ••• Thank you and if this story interests you don't forget to add it to your reading list.♡

.✦ ݁˖ 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑿 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 : ̗̀➛ ✧˖° 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ◈ 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 She smiled through rituals that weren't hers to live. All for the pride of a family that watched in silence. She never imagined her wedding night would feel like a sentence... because she married the man whom everyone calls perfect .... But she finds herself trapped in a golden cage. He's charming to the world, respectful to elders, and admired by many. But behind closed doors... he's unpredictable. Intense. Obsessive. He doesn't raise his voice.... He raises her pulse. And it terrifies her. He says he never wanted her.... Yet his eyes say otherwise. There's a storm in his silence and a promise in every touch.... A promise that she will be his. Not out of love... but fixation.... ✧ .. ✧ .. ✧ .. ✧ .. ✧

"Finally, you won the bet, Sid. Ishika was in your bed last night." It took these two sentences to leave a college student , Ishika shattered, broken, and unrecognizable. Once a cheerful, content girl , she became a shadow of herself, consumed by the betrayal. Fast forward to , Six years later, she's found peace with her son, Ishaan, and built a life she can be proud of. Ishaan may look like the man who betrayed her but she's sure , Ishaan's upbringing would be far better than that man . But fate has a way of reopening old wounds. When Siddhartha , Her Ex , reappears, the man who destroyed her, everything she's fought for is at risk. This time, Ishika's not the same woman she once was. Will she let him tear her apart again, or will she rise, stronger than ever, and take control of her own story? Join the journey of "My fault " to know further about this story. Started : 12/02/2025 Ended : [ it's ongoing for now ] #1 in top 10 India on 23/3/25-30/3/25 #1 in mylove on 19/11/25 #3 in top 10 India on 20/3/25 #9 in lovehate on 28/3/25 #39 in replacement on 29/3/25

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.

"Keep arguing with me,"Alessandro said, gripping her jaw lightly as he backed her against the wall. "I enjoy the look in your eyes before you lose." Aarohi's lips curved despite herself. "And I enjoy how close you come... just to do nothing." His gaze darkened. "Careful, tesoro,"he murmured near her mouth. "One day I won't." 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈 Italy's most feared man never wanted a family. Never wanted softness. Never wanted love. But one rainy night, an abandoned little girl was left on Alessandro Moretti's car... and somehow, he brought her home. Three years later, his cold mansion gains another unwanted presence-Aarohi Sharma. Soft-hearted. Traditional. Innocent. A woman dragged into his dangerous world and bound to a man everyone fears. She was supposed to be temporary. A mistake he could control. Instead, she becomes the only one who dares care for the child that isn't his.... and the only woman dangerous enough to touch the heart he buried long ago. In a house built on silence, secrets, and power-some storms don't destroy...They awaken.

"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.

He is a Ruthless Beast While she is a Manipulative Bitch. He kills mercilessly and she is the mastermind behind every kill. Both are bound through vows. Anjali and Devansh. He is the leader of Shadow Realm . While she is the psycho Queen of Hawk kingdom. Bhagwaan tumhein meri gandi nazar se bacha le. Baaki duniya ko toh main akele dekh loon. - Soumya Singh Ahlawat. Tumhari inhi nazron mein toh main khudko Qaid kar lena chahta hoon. - Shivansh Singh Oberoi. Broken by Fate. A story of two couple , slowly unfolding the hidden secrets of their past .

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

He was the country's rising cricket star-loved, celebrated, untouchable. I was just another face in the crowd, one fan among thousands who screamed his name. But in a single glance, under the blinding stadium lights, something shifted. He caught my eyes-and I caught his heart. Between roaring crowds and silent nights, between fame and fear, he chose me. But what happens when the world discovers that the nation's golden boy has fallen for an ordinary girl? Because in cricket, every catch counts. And this time... I might just be his 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. --- They call me the nation's golden boy. Every run I score, every match I win, is celebrated like a festival. Millions cheer for me- but at the end of the day, I'm just another boy standing alone in the middle of a crowded stadium. And then I saw her. One face, hidden in thousands. One pair of eyes that didn't look at me like I was a hero, but like I was simply... me. She was never supposed to matter. She was just a fan. But the truth? The moment our eyes met, I knew the game had already changed. Because this time, I wasn't playing for the crowd. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.