He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

"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]

"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.

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

"TUMHE LAGTA HAI TUM MUJHSE DUR BHAAG SKTI HO"? ...Thud!!! she slapped him hard on the face "WRONG MOVE JAAN" Troupes:- •Grumply x sunshine •Enemies to lovers •Dark romance •Strong MML & childishFML(only for her loved once) •Touch her or even look at her in disgust way means dig your own grave!! This story is just a fictional one, it has nothing to do with reality!! And this is my first story, so I don't know how to write a story, it just came to my mind and I started writing this story...!! "Wanna know what happend after that slap"...?? If yes then read this story to know about what happend..!! Start:-21 September 2025

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. Saanvi Malhotra was a woman left in ruins. Stripped of love, trust, and the will to fight by the man who once vowed to protect her. Rudra Singhania didn't just betray her he shattered her. And yet, she survived. Not for herself, but for a promise. But when the truth surfaced, it didn't just rewrite their past, it dismantled the fragile distance between them, leaving nothing but wreckage and rage. Now, Rudra stands at the edge of the abyss he created, drowning in the weight of his sins. He had condemned her, turned her world into ashes, and now, he is back. Back in her life like a storm, ruthless and relentless. He will burn, bleed, and break if it means she will look at him again, not with hatred, but with something he has lost the right to claim. But she doesn't want him, she wants freedom. The harder he chases, the further she runs. But does it matter? No. She can fight, she can scream, she can hate, none of it will change the inevitable. Because Rudra Singhania doesn't love with tenderness. He loves like a storm. Fierce. Unrelenting. Destructive. But Saanvi is no damsel to surrender. She is fire and this time, if she must, she will burn him in her hatred. If he is willing to destroy the world for her then she will carve a path of ruin through him. They are no longer just enemies. They are two obsessions colliding one seeking redemption, the other vengeance. This isn't just a love story. This is madness woven into fate, redemption carved from ruin. And this time, the beast isn't the one cursed. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. And there's only one way this ends With her in his arms Or at his mercy.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆