𝐀 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫,𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫,𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞,𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? He kissed away her salty tears and stopped thrusting. He pressed his lips to hers and whispered hoarsely, "Don't cry." She gazed at him through tear-filled eyes, and her lips quivered. "But what if I don't love you anymore?" "Then don't love me. Just enjoy being loved by me."

Everyone believes it was an arranged marriage decided by powerful families. But the truth is far more dangerous. He is the youngest CEO in the country, feared in boardrooms and whispered about in the shadows. Behind his perfect suits and billion-dollar empire lies a man no one truly knows-a mafia king who built his world on power, control, and secrets. She is everything his dark world is not-gentle, kind, and completely unaware of the storm she is about to step into. When their marriage is suddenly announced, people assume it's just another alliance between powerful families. What no one knows is that he arranged it himself. Not for business. Not for power. But because he has loved her for years. From the moment she entered his life, he decided one thing- she would be his, no matter what it took. But love in a world ruled by danger comes with a price. Secrets will be revealed. Enemies will rise. And the man she thought was only a cold CEO might be the most dangerous man she will ever love. Because loving a mafia king means stepping into a world where obsession, protection, and danger walk hand in hand.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. ᴀᴋsʜᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴇʜᴛᴀ 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴.... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ᴀʙʜɪᴍᴀɴʏᴜ ᴀʀʏᴀᴠᴀɴsʜɪ 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴-- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥... 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴-- 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

"I want some time. It's not a right time to take this relationship further" I'm fiddling with my fingers and turn my face to look into his emotionless eyes. "Take your time sweetheart" There is no clue of emotions in his face and He take his phone and went out of his room. He is such a gentleman and I misunderstood him. I whisper his name Rohit Singh Mehta. Someone knock the door. I rushed towards it and open it. My eyes popped out in shock and tears started to form in my eyes. With some courage I asked "Who's this girl?" "She's my wife for today. Can you please use the guest room sweetheart" He smirk and winked at me in this situation. I stuck in the moment and gasped for air and utter "Who am I Rohit" He comes near my earlobe and mutter maybe my whore if you wish you can also join with us in bed. I slapped him and yelled at him "I have values, self-respect and culture and I'm not your whore you mind it" He bite his lower lip and utter "I'll show you your fucking punishment" He shut the door and pushed me & I fell on the floor and The lady started to remove her dress one by one and He's staring at her with full of lust. I'm helpless and God why you made me like this. "Ayla wait I have something very important to show this fucking bitch" He click his fingers at me. Note: "Under no circumstances is violence against women encouraged or allowed. Whatever the reason is you can't justify the domestic violence in any case" Warning: This story is based on abusive relationship, mental & physical abuse, dark romance and swearing words. If you're not okay with this please don't read guys Instead of this You can read my another story it's about International relationship. Started: 16/11/2022

He walked toward me slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet. He held the phone toward me, the screen glowing. "What is this, Pari?" he asked. His tone was calm, but it was the kind of calm that forced me to stay still. "It's... it's just a book, Viraj! A story!" I stammered, my face turning a hundred shades of red. He stepped even closer, until I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. He looked down at me, his jaw tight. "Are you fantasizing about someone else? Does this character give you something I don't?" "No! It's not like that!" I gasped. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Then tell me, Pari. Why are you reading about another man's touch when your husband is right here? Are you dreaming of someone else while you sleep in my bed?" My words got all jumbled in my throat. I couldn't even form a sentence. I looked at his wet hair, his angry eyes, and the towel around his waist, and I felt like I was going to faint. I stood there, my back pressed against the cold wall, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. Viraj was so close I could feel the steam from his shower rising off his skin. He looked at me with those dark, possessive eyes that made my knees feel like jelly. "So," he whispered, his voice deep and rough. "My little wife likes 'dark romance'? She likes the heroes who are mean, bossy, and dangerous? She wants to read about them while her husband is right here?" "Viraj... it's just a story," I managed to say, but my voice was trembling. He stepped back just a little, but his gaze never left mine. "Get on your knees, Pari." My eyes started fluttering. My breath hitched in my throat. "W-what?" "You heard me," he growled, his voice dropping into a command that made my stomach flip. "Go down on your knees. Now."

"𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement."

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"