Aanya I looked at the man sitting besides me tears falling from my eyes..... This was never supposed to happen I wish I could run away as far as possible from this beast..... i felt him apply sindoor in my forehead making me grasp in shock.... My life my fate was sealed with an beast, a monster..... Raghav The moment I saw her she was mine.... My baby doll, my obession and my little possession..... She is my doll I will make her dance in my tune whether she agree or not..... Try as much as possible you could to get away from me my doll.... Because In the end She is my baby doll mine and she will always be.....

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with prope

What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...