"I want to bite his heart. And she is his heart." The merciless most-wanted criminal Cristiano Morozov bleeds hatred and breathes revenge. The rage inside his tainted heart will only be satiated when he's able to get revenge on the President. So, he sets his soulless eyes on her. The president's daughter.

He is a Preluder, not just a player or a leader but the one who creates it, he didn't chase victory he was granted with it, he wasn't just ruthless he was brutal. Broken so often that he himself gave up on healing, not until his wife arrived. She was a scattered soul, scattered by her own father, family, society. At a young age reality slapped her in the face, though she didn't let them change her, her hopeful personality. But did she really deserve this? She saw goods in everything, so he became her shield. The saga unfolds truths that could ruin lives, but untold truths ruin what was establishing. A journey as dangerous as walking on a blade, but filled with chaos and banter, and a lovestory that makes you yearn for it. ''Zyran Pasha x Sehar sheikh" ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ᖭི༏ᖫྀ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ I'll gladly kiss the ground you walk on Cherìn, but I can have you crawl to me if I want. Tropes⋆୨ৎ Forced marriage Look at her and die Love after marriage He fell first and harder Sunshine x sunshine protector Forced proximity Calm x crack head Found family

When Amra gets kidnapped by a demon, she imagined she'd be dead within the second and yet he seems hell bent on proving to her that they are more alike than she cares to admit. Twisted, unpredictable, and wrapped with dark humor and sexual tension, Dante will stop at nothing to get Amra to sign his contract and own her, body and soul. 𓆰𓆪 This story is 18+: contains mature & graphic content, foul language, violence, smut duh. Please read the detailed list of trigger warnings . #𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟕/𝟐𝟕/𝟐𝟑 #𝟏 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟐/𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟑 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 12/1/25

Anbu is not the kind of man who asks for power-he takes it. A mafia boss feared across Tamil Nadu, he's the kind of legend whispered in fear, the kind of man who ends you before you plead. At 34, he's not rich, not royal-but his wrath is worth empires. Raised in a village that hated him, abused and cast aside, he crawled out of hell alone and built his kingdom with nothing but a gun and scars. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't flinch. And love? It has no place in a world that never gave him any. Raatri Malhotra is the storm behind silence. At just 26, she wears her ADGP badge like a dagger tucked in silk-elegant, lethal, unshaken. Born into privilege, trained in precision, and haunted by the things she can't speak of, she doesn't chase justice. She hunts it. She's not just the law-she's the executioner hiding behind soft smiles and civil words. She plays the long game, and when the time comes, she never misses. "She wasn't born of the sun. She was carved from the night-velvet, vicious, and untouchable." He was everything she vowed to destroy. She was everything he never thought he could love. In a world where power corrupts and love consumes, some stories aren't written in ink. They're written in blood. Their love was not a fairytale-it was a massacre in slow motion. It wasn't built on trust. It was carved through betrayal, laced with blood and bound by need. He loved her like a curse-possessive, raw, unrelenting. She loved him like a loaded gun-cold, dangerous, and pointed straight at the world. Together, they didn't fix each other. They didn't change each other. They bled, broke, and burned-until the pain didn't taste like poison anymore. He became her war, and she became his only peace. And in a world where betrayal came easier than breath, they were violently, painfully loyal-until the very end. She would lie for him. He would kill for her. Because when monsters love, they don't hold hands. They hold hearts in clenched fists-and protect them like territory.

Agnihotri part 3 dhara agnihotri and Shivansh Malhotra. Dhara agnihotri lost in her life finding her memories a mute girl with beautiful eyes . Shivansh Malhotra Ceo of Malhotra industries ,living his life freely secret mafia . what will happen when they both collide with eachother will she able to find her memories . ⚠️ mature content , hinglish ,smut , torture . not good in discription. read on you're risk don't report okay 🙂🙂

The first installment in the Caged Hearts Duet. ~~~~ Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

Lehar Attri, a fierce yet vulnerable college girl from the crowded streets of Delhi, never imagined her fate would be entangled with royalty. When she moves to Rajasthan for her engineering degree, she catches the attention of two powerful men - the charming and intelligent Vansh Singh Rathore, and his cousin, the ruthless king, Rajveer Pratap Rathore. Rajveer, a billionaire monarch feared for his cold heart and iron rule, sees something in Lehar he has never seen before - innocence... and defiance. What begins as mere fascination quickly spirals into an obsession that no law, no blood bond, can contain. As Rajveer claims Lehar for himself, dragging her into the glittering but deadly world of royal politics, her dreams, freedom, and heart are all put at stake. Caught between Rajveer's terrifying possessiveness, Lehar must survive a twisted game of power, betrayal, and forbidden love - where crowns are sharp, and thrones are built on thorns.

Meera X Rudra What happens when a girl who has no knowledge of anything except her studies and family is forced to marry Village head. Tropes: Forced Marriage Age gap(36-22) Love at first sight He fell first and harder Bratty FMC (*Warning: Mature Content)

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚?" 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑. "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘." 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕." 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝒙 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✨ 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 & 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑫𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒗 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒗𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖