Top #2 in India (7/6/25) "𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮, 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ~𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂 "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ~𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂❦𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ ♡ 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 ♡ ➻𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 ➻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ➻𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ➻𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 ➻ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ⋆⋆⋆ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡:-29/03/25 𝐸𝑛𝑑:-....

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enough to bind his soul in chains of obsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

︵‿୨ SEASON 1 ୧‿︵ She never loved him but he was determined to have her, no matter the cost. He was an addict, and from the moment he laid eyes on her, she became his most dangerous addiction. [ AAHIL SINGH RATHORE × JASMINE OBEROI ] "I was crying..but he just stood there, staring. 'Let me go,' I pleaded. 'You're not going anywhere,' he said. 'You'll sleep here. With me. Tonight.' 'Why?' 'Because I love you,' he said like it was the simplest thing in the world." "Sweetheart." The word alone sent shivers down my spine. "Because you're mine.Fucking mine." 💼Aahil Singh Rathore Age:29 Title:CEO, AR Enterprises Ruthless. Obsessively possessive. Domineering.A powerful man with a dangerous past. 🎀Jasmine Oberoi Age:18 The very picture of innocence, shy, soft-hearted, She's beautiful... and far too naive for the world. What happens when a cold-hearted billionaire and feared mafia boss falls head over heels for an innocent girl? ✨Brace yourself for a gripping tale of dark obsession and twisted love. ︵‿୨ SEASON 2 ୧‿︵ "Ethya... he wasn't your husband," the man tells her as he hands her medicine. "He was obsessed with you. He kidnapped you. You escaped and I saved you.That's why I'm keeping you safe here with me." But if he's telling the truth.. why can't she remember anything? "Where is my wife?" he roars. "I swear to God, I'll tear you apart if you even think about hurting her." "What is your name?" "I'm..Jasm-ine." she whispers. "I'm Ja-smine..Aahil Sing-h Rat-hore." "Who is Rishabh to you?" he growls next. "No one!" she cries. Only then does he pull the gun away..and removed his fingers from her clit. "I'm begging you..give me my wife back." "You'll never get her back.NEVER." ⚠️ Warning:Contains mature themes. 🤫Season 2 begins with the truth hidden beneath the lies a stolen identity, a twisted obsession, and a love so powerful it starts a war. Only the readers who paid at attention in Season 1 will catch the clue

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses hanging heavy in the air. The room around her was beautifully decorated - delicate drapes, scattered petals, and a faint sound of wedding music still echoing in the distance. But something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Her breath caught in her throat. Why was she here? This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her day. It was her step-sister's wedding. So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber? Heart pounding, she turned toward the ornate mirror at the far end of the room. But the moment her eyes met her reflection, her world shattered. A strangled scream tore from her lips. The heavy door burst open, and people rushed in, gasping at the sight before them - horror etched on every face. But one pair of eyes didn't look shocked. One pair of eyes... burned with pure hatred. Still trembling, she turned again to the mirror. The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck didn't belong to her. The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline was not hers to wear. It wasn't meant for her. It wasn't chosen for her. It wasn't wanted by her. It was meant for her step-sister. But now... it marked her - Aavya Verma. And in one cruel twist of fate, she was bound in a marriage she never chose, cloaked in a tradition that now felt like a curse. The vermilion on her forehead wasn't a symbol of love - it was a mark of betrayal, of forced destiny. She was never meant to be a bride. But she became one. Not by choice... Not by love... But by someone else's decision.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Part 1 SUBMISSIVE ( ARRANGED MARRIAGE) SMUT/18+/ADULT/MATURE "We are married, and I vow to give you my last name," he whispered in my ear as we sat in front of the holy fire. "And since a relationship should be 50-50, you should vow to scream my first name." He was the CEO of the largest business in the world, a billionaire, and undeniably hot. But he had a secret: he was broken. The world feared him because of the kind of monster he was. He hated everyone. Could a monster be human? She was the fragile, innocent, and sheltered daughter of another billionaire. She knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, as her parents had always loved and protected her. She was like spring-joyful and beautiful inside and out. Could she handle a monster as a husband? In the stark, sterile confines of his corporate empire, he reigned supreme. A man of ice, his heart as cold as the steel towers that surrounded him. She, his assistant, was merely a cog in his machine, invisible to his disdainful gaze. At home, however, a different story unfolded. They were bound by a secret marriage, a union known only to them. Yet, even within the walls of their shared sanctuary, her worth seemed to elude him. Until his best friend arrived. A charming, charismatic man who instantly captivated her. The spark of a forbidden attraction ignited within her, a flame that threatened to consume the fragile peace of their carefully constructed lives. As his friend's advances grew bolder, a dormant jealousy awoke within him. He began to claim her as his own, a possessive force that both terrified and exhilarated her. Arranged Marriage ❤️ Dominant X Submissive 🌶 Spicy/ Smut/ BDSM 🥵 Boss X Assistant 🤌 Love to hate 💔 She fell first but he fell harder 😳

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, silent, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

"Sometimes the enemy next door is the only one who makes your heart race." She's a doctor. He's a CEO. She heals lives. He destroys anyone who dares to threaten him & his family. Riva Sharma only believes in duty, discipline, and saving lives. Manil Singhania only believes in power, family, and control. She calls him arrogant. He calls her stubborn. Their first meeting is war-and every encounter after that, chaos. But between hate and fire, hearts begin to betray. He wasn't supposed to fall. Not for her. Not this hard. A slow-burning enemies-to-lovers romance full of family drama, dangerous secrets, and the one thing neither of them wanted-love.