They say a daughter inherits her father's fate, and I am the living proof of that truth. My mother once faced horrors because of my father's past choices, and now, here I am, staring at my own nightmare. Enzo Salvatore Costa, the name alone brings hell into anyone's life, a name that people fear. And now, I'm the one caught in his dark sights. I kneel before him, wrists and ankles bound, facing the ruthless man with a smirk that reveals he's enjoying every moment of my helplessness. "Now, what should I do with you, my sweet Aria?" he asks, his smirk growing wider as he sits across from me. Despite the situation, I gather my courage and snap back. "Let me go, you bloody bastard!" I shout, but my defiance only amuses him. "Looks like Mi corazón needs to learn what happens when you try to escape the devil." In response, I spit on his face, meeting his smirk with one of my own. _____________________________________ Meet Aria DiCaprio Malik, the mafia princess. Aria is not someone who relies on the wealth of her father's empire. She is determined, strong, and knows how to handle everything life throws her way. But everything changes when she takes a job after graduation. At first, it seems like the perfect opportunity, but soon, things begin to spiral. Aria finds herself thrown into a new world, one where the devil himself, Enzo Salvatore Costa...sees her as a prize to be claimed. Meet Enzo Costa Salvatore. He's a man who shows no compassion, and when he wants something, he will go to any lengths to make it his. For Enzo, Aria becomes an obsession.....a conquest he won't let slip away. But Aria's refusal to acknowledge his advances only fuels his determination, and he's willing to tear down anything that stands between him and the woman he desires. The question is, at what cost? Will Aria's strength be enough to resist the relentless pursuit of a man like Enzo, or will the devil ultimately claim her as his possession? If you want a detailed description, read prologu

"I have married you only because my parents forced me to. Don't even dare to try to claim your rights over me Nishtha Oberoi." Paras said with venom dripping from his voice. "Well copy that Paras Singhania because I have no intention of considering you my husband." Nishtha said with equal attitude. Will these opposites ever fall in love? Maybe they will because opposites are meant to attract. Welcome to this journey of love, hatred and marriage... MY ARRANGED SHAADI.

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.

#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

"She was the thorn fate shoved into his ruthless path... and now, the beast bows only to her." King Indrajeet Singh Rajput-the most feared name in all of Rajputana. At just 26, he's conquered more than half the desert kingdoms, his sword soaked in the blood of kings who dared look him in the eye. He has no heart, no mercy, and certainly no time for love. Until one hunt changes everything. A wounded Indrajeet stumbles into the quiet forest hut of Aarya Sahariya, a tribal healer with a sharp tongue and a soul made of sunshine. She's not royalty. She's not afraid. And she couldn't care less who he is. "Zakhm toh aapko sirf talwar se nahi, tevar se bhi milega, Maharaj." ("Your wounds come not just from swords, but from your ego too, Your Majesty.") For the first time, the Beast bleeds... and feels. When Aarya refuses his proposal, Indrajeet does what he does best-he takes. A royal wedding. A stolen bride. A war of fire and silk begins. But Aarya isn't just a girl from the forest. She has dreams-to become a doctor, to heal, to rise. In a palace where love is a weapon, and her own mother-in-law wants her erased, Aarya must fight for her identity, her education, and her heart. As desire turns into obsession, and enemies turn into soulmates, Indrajeet finds himself whispering, "Jo meri rani ko haath lagayega, uski dharti mein aag laga dunga." ("Whoever lays a hand on my queen, I'll burn their land to ashes.") Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

#1 | Blood Constellations [Book 2 ~ Not a standalone] They say power is seductive-but what happens when seduction itself holds the power? In the world of gold-plated thrones, whispered alliances, and endless-billion-dollar mergers inked with nothing but a glance-love is not romantic. It's strategic. Ruthless. Calculated. And no one plays the game quite like Avantika Kapoor. She's the heiress every man in Bombay wants and every woman fears-flawless in diamonds, icy in silk, and lethal in a boardroom. With a tongue sharp enough to slice steel and a mind trained to conquer empires, Avantika doesn't bend, doesn't bow, and certainly doesn't fall in love. Until Vikram Oberoi. Self-made billionaire. Corporate wolf. India's most dangerous obsession. He wasn't born into power-he bled for it. From the dirt-lined alleys of South Bombay to a penthouse throne no one could touch, Vikram is ruthless, reclusive, and intoxicatingly off-limits. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. But one look at Avantika, and he wants something he's never allowed himself to crave-her. When a forced engagement throws them into a war neither wanted and a marriage neither can escape, their icy hatred burns into blistering passion. But behind closed doors and champagne smiles lies a battlefield of whispered secrets, blackmail, twisted legacies, and hidden enemies who don't just want to ruin them-they want to erase them. As power collides with lust and two empires hang in the balance, Vikram and Avantika must decide: Will they destroy each other, or burn the world to build their own? Vote. Comment. Follow.❤️

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒍 𝒀𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒗 ~She is the light, the luminary divine. Her presence brought solace to many. She is a like a radiant star. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒋 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒔~ in the realm of shadows, where secrets resides, there lurks a figure with Darkness as his guide. She is the light, in her presence darkness shall never persist. His soul is where Darkness takes it's toll. Her actions were like petals, unfurled with grace. His gaze Cold, holds depths of untold stories, yet to unfold. She dealt with care and danced with love, leaving footprints of kindness everywhere. He dealt with blood and weapons, a fate he embraced. Her presence, a beacon in the darkest night, guiding the lost souls towards hope. His presence whispers the tales of anguish, enveloping hearts with creeps. She is the light, her radiance does shine, illuminating the world with solace. He doesn't live in dark, for he is the DARKNESS. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "You will hurt me..." she breathed out looking aside, gulping the fear down. "I will hurt you in so many ways that you can't even imagine, but i bet you will love, even enjoy every second of it." his deep voice sent tingles down her core. Without caring about her shocked state, he moved his hands inside her thighs, held the waistband of her red panties. And in a second, he pulled them off her, letting it pool inbetween her legs. "For now, I'll let it pool between your ankles, when i am done with you..., i am taking that as a souvenir" he said, looking at her with intense eyes. Redness covered her features. Fear mixed with arousal was what she was feeling. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ⚠️ Contains Forced Proximity, Forced Marriage and Abusive Relationship ⚠️

"I'm just a servant in your house. you need to leave this Immaturity" She flinched for the first time, her confidence wavered. Balveer exhaled sharply, his hold trembling. "And you?" His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "You're a rich girl with a rich father, who can get anything she wants. Is this what you want, Sia? Huh? Tell me." Her pupils were blown wide, her breath uneven. It hurts her now but she didn't look away. For just a second his eyes flickered down to her lips and he hated himself for it. Triggered warning ⚠️rape , abuse mentally physically tortured. Revenge , dark romance Unedited

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?