"𝑴𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵 𝑲𝑶 𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑯𝑨𝑨𝒀𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝒀𝑰 𝑹𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑲𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰, 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰-𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰" ________________________________ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏... 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... "𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂" - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒊... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. ________________________________ "𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬"... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆- "𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆" 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔. 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅... 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ________________________________

Reyna & Advik 💕💞He married her for revenge. She became his redemption. When Reyna Rathore crashed her car into a stranger's, she didn't know she'd just collided with fate and Delhi's most feared mafia heir, Advik Raichand. A deal between two empires was supposed to end a decade of bloodshed. A marriage between Reyna's elder sister and Advik was meant to seal that peace. But when her sister fled for love, Reyna was dragged to the altar instead - marked by his sindoor, bound by his wrath. She was fire - bold, beautiful, innocent and too good for a world painted in blood. He was ice - silent, dangerous, cruel, and used to getting what he wanted. Their marriage was meant to destroy her family. But somewhere between hate and heartbreak, sin turned into something dangerously close to love. (#Revik)

𝓢𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 . 𝘈𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘷: 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 '𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦'.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

Highly Mature content 18+⚠️🔞 It's in both Hindi and English translations. BOOK IST IN VILLAIN SERIES It all started when her eyes meet his. She was the best neurosurgeon of the country considering herself no less than god. Betrayed by her first love and spending her childhood and teenage life in child juvenile and rehabiliation she was alone all her life. She hasn't experienced any emotions in her life. People call her walking red flag but for her, red flag people are less dangerous than those who pretend to be green flag. For all her life she believes that black is contant but the moment her eyes met his , those pitch black eyes , first time she saw colours of black. He was a not a hero but villain of this story. She knew he was a beast but wanted to explore him more. He knew he is not good for her and she will be a jinx for him. But when red thread of fate tied them together the more they know each other, the more they get obsessed with each other. Saira was a doctor but she needs the healing most . Shaveer was the inspector but the most corrupted person. He has only one aim in his life . To become the most powerful in this world so he can fulfill someone's wish. He knew he cant heal her . But she wanted to be healed only by him. She has both in her life..A hero and a villain. She could choose a hero and live a perfect life and a hope for a happy family.. But she made the most bizzare choice of her life. Read out to see the most beautiful shade of black. Be ready to experience not so ordinary love story of Monster doctor and beast mafia who find their obsession for each other, their solace in each other , who loved each other like there is no tomorrow and who can burn whole world for each other... Story about second love , suspense , hate, thriller and a lot of steamy romance. Give this story a chance and find out all by yourself. ♥️ #breastfeeding #kink #smut #darkromance #mildbdsm #steamy

She was ice and he was flame-two souls who despised each other with a deadly passion. But fate twisted cruelly, binding them in marriage. His hand clamped around her waist, dragging her against him. "Welcome to damnation, my flower... or should I say, Mrs. Rayan Baloch." Her gaze burned with equal hatred as she curled her arms around his neck, pulling him in. "Let's see how you survive this inferno, dear husband." Both smirked, knowing the war had just begun

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧 "Choose, Sage." my grandfather's cold voice echoed through the room. "Your family, your own blood... or Agam?" I stood frozen, the heavy weight of my family's empire pressing down on me. A few feet away, Agam. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets, his crisp suit flawless, and a slow, beautiful smirk playing on his lips. He didn't look worried. He didn't even look like he was trying to compete. "I choose my family." I said, forcing the words out of my throat. I expected anger. I expected him to snap. Instead, Agam didn't even flinch. His dark eyes locked onto mine, completely empty of shock. He just stood there, looking at me. The absolute stillness in his posture was more terrifying than any shout. "Go ahead then, angel." he murmured, his voice a low, smooth caress that vibrated right through the quiet room. "Walk out that door. Go back to your family." He leaned forward just a fraction, his shadow swallowing me whole while his hands stayed strictly back. "But we both know you'll come back to me. Because nobody else can love you the way I do." ❦𓆙❦

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |