Phycopath Killer X Psychiatrist 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𖹭⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ She studies broken minds. He owns the ones that break the world. Amaira Rai Mehra Sweet, caffeine-fueled, a little clumsy, and a little too sharp for her own good. In her way to become psychiatrist, who believes every mind has a story... even the darkest ones. Ariv Rico Santaro Italian, tattooed, ruthless. A New York syndicate king who doesn't stop for anyone, except the girl who accidentally walked into his chaos. She was supposed to diagnose him. He decided to stay. Doctor and patient. Bunny and her madman. A love story where therapy sessions are dangerous, rules are blurred, and obsession feels a lot like fate. Some minds are meant to be healed. Some were meant to collide. MATURE CONTENT - EROTICA - ROMCOM NOVEL

REVERSE AGE GAP SPORTS ROMANCE 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚... She sat in the wedding mandap, feeling extremely nervous about her wedding. Le Her Groom's Inner Feelings- "Agar Shadi Ke Baad Teacher Ne Assignment Maange To Mai Pakka Is Rayyan Chut!ye Ko Pit Dunga". He was her student - Rayyan was her younger brother.

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

#Top 1 in India (05-18/04/2025) #Top 3 in India (04/2025) #Top 5 in India (05/2025) #Top 6 in India (21/04/2025) #Top 8 in India (05/2025) ⟡ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 X 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 ⟡ ─⭑──────────── A man who paints his demons onto canvas, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 is no stranger to obsession. Silence is his refuge, control in his nature. Marriage was never in his plans-until the echo of a past long buried led him to something he never realized he was seeking. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 was never meant to be his. But when fate delivered her to his feet, he didn't hesitate. Now, she stands at the threshold of a life she never asked for, bound to a man who saved her-but refuses to set her free. Some cages are built from protection. Some saviors are anything but holy. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ 𝗧 𝗿 𝗼 𝗽 𝗲 𝘀: • Forced marriage • Morally Grey MMC • Age gap • Dark Possessiveness • rom-com ───────────⭑─

" You can't do this to me please " , exclaimed she fearfully . " I can sweetheart , I can " , he said coldly pointing a GUN towards her " But you said you loved me then noooo you can't cheat me noo you can't , I am sure so.. someone is forcing you I...I " , " Shut Up " , she flinched at his tone " No you can't Ahhhhhhh " , A Gun Shot was heard !! He is Fire She is Ice He is Arrogant She is Sweet He is Cold Hearted She is Kind He is a person with No Heart , No Mercy , No Kindness She is a person with Joyful Nature , Beautiful Heart Hey Yeah Welcome Peeps !! Welcome to " His Obsession " A story between the two poles who are totally different from each other , what happens when they cross their Paths Will her Love tame his demons !! If you came till here then give my book a chance , I will try my level best not to disappoint you guys . Well I am a person who is fond and a Fan of reading novels and here I go first time writing a story . Well I am hell nervous about my first book ever and the response of my Audience but I will give my best . So yeah I welcome you all Ps : English is not my first language so nth grammatical mistakes could be found so already sorry for that , hahahah

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

"You know very well what I can do." He huskily whispered against your ear, tightening his grip on your waist making you hiss. "You are misbehaving with me, Mr Kim." You gritted your teeth when you found him opening the strap of your dress from your shoulder. "I haven't even started misbehaving with you, Mrs Kim." He retorted removing the strap from your shoulder down to your right arm by his teeth. "You can't do this..." You snapped, earning a playful chuckle from him. "Why can't I? You are my wife afterall, My legally wedded wife, Mrs Y/n Kim Taehyung.." He pecked your shoulder making your body to tingle in his touch. He continued, "Not just this I can do many other things too.." He sensually stated and bit your earlobe a little earning a low moan from you. "You forced me to marry you. I don't accept you as my husband." You angrily spat, chewing each word. "Alright, let's get you accept now." With this, he turned you around facing him and captured your lips with his claiming you as his. He broke the kiss and looked at your eyes. "You are mine. You are this Kim Taehyung's Angel... HIS INCITING DESIRE.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read it to know...♡ . . . . Warning: This book contains mature contents🔞, so read at your own risk.

Book 1 of The Art Of Ruins. "Don't touch me!" she spat voice trembling with pain & fury. "Am I not allowed to touch my fiancée when she is in pain?" he asked in low voice. Her eyes snapped up to his-wet & furious, "I AM NOT YOUR FIANCÉE!" He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening "Are you not?" His voice dropped-taunting & dangerous "Because I clearly know you wore my ring." "That night, it was-" His voice cut through her "I didn't ask for an explanation" He leaned closer so close she felt his breath along her cheek "I said what had happened." Her hand trembled harder, her fingers curled unintentionally into his sleeve again, the heat from his chest pressed against her weakened body. "I made you wear that ring infront of everyone present there." "Taeh-" she whispered, overwhelmed both by pain & by how close he was. Her fingers gripped him harder-not out of affection but 'cause she need something solid to hold onto. His voice lowered-dark & intimate, "But I know whom I held, whom I kissed." Her entire face flushed crimson with humiliation and anger, she tried pulling away again but her legs failed her so she stayed pressed into him, trapped, helpless. "So that makes you..." He leaned in lips inches from her ear voice a whisper of dominance, "My fiancée." "I HATE YOU!" she burst out a tear slipped out-unbidden, unwanted. His eyes flickered to the tear, then back to hers, The corner of his mouth lifted just a ghost of a smirk, "Does that change anything?" She shook her head violently, losing balance again, he caught her waist and pulled her upright. "No...don't!" she whimpered, grabbing his shirt to steady herself again, her body betrayed her at every second. "Hate me more," he whispered. Her pupils dilated in furious bewildered way that she couldnt comprehend what to say. "Hate is a feeling," he murmured thumb brushing the back of her arm as he steadied her "And my fiancée should have feelings for me."

They say grief has a voice. But his? It was silence. The mansion lay still-clocks unwound, windows shut, air unmoving. Dust touched everything but her photograph. Every night, Taehyung sat before it, upright and hollow. Her face-Y/n-was the only breath left in his world. She was gone. And yet, she was everywhere. In the wind without source, in flickers of light where shadows had no right, In the locket he held-the one she once wore, the one she left behind. They said he was mad. But Taehyung wasn't a fool. He believed. That's all. Sometimes, he heard her voice. Sometimes, he spoke to her, in whispers meant for the dead. "You told me to live... but how do I breathe when every breath burns your name?" Nothing else mattered. Not his empire. Not the voices that called him Mr. V. Not even time. He waited. For her. For a sign. Because his love didn't die with her. It lived like he did-barely. "If her shadow waits for me in another life... wouldn't I lay down this breath without a cry?" And so, he sat. Still. Silent. Waiting. Upright. The locket in his hand. In his love story. In his haunting. In his vow- To find her. To own her. Again.