"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫- "𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

India's Top #2 & #8 on Wattpad A dark, addictive forced-marriage romance that will stay with you long after the last chapter. "You should be grateful to carry my name now... Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi." Aaradiya Akkineni never imagined her life would shatter in a single night. One moment she's a girl with dreams and dignity... the next, she's dragged into a marriage signed in tears, fear, and fate. And the man waiting at the mandap? Abhijith Rana Doshi. CEO by reputation. Mafia king by reality. A man carved from stone-cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly powerful. To him, this marriage is just strategy. A power move. A cage he builds around her with his name. To her, it's a nightmare she can't escape. But when two broken worlds collide, hate has a way of cracking... Pain has a way of revealing truth... And enemies have a way of falling for the very person they swore to destroy. What begins as a toxic clash slowly turns into a burn-slow, dangerous, undeniable. Secrets. Scars. Softness he never wanted to feel. Strength she never knew she had. Can two damaged souls ruin each other... and still find love in the ashes? This isn't just a story. It's a storm. A wound. An obsession waiting to take over your heart. Scroll up and fall in.

He loathe his wife, yet he can't take his eyes off her. He wants her gone, yet he can't seem to stay away. He wants her to suffer, yet he's overly fond of her sweet smile. He wants her to hate him, yet he craves for her love.. ⚠️Warning!⚠️ This story contains : • sexual / mature content • foul language • abuse • violence • sexual assault Highest Rankings : #1 Adult #1 Don #1 Sweet #1 Mafiaromance #1 Marriage #1 Trauma #1 Adorable #1 Grumpysunshine #1 Mobboss #1 Soulmate

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

She let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob."look at that" she whispered bitterly. "Even mirrors can't handle your version of love". Her voice broke as she continued, barely holding herself together." Why I become someone's desire that is filled with lust?" Her words hung in the air like daggers. Before Kajal could react, he moved-one swift step after another. In an instant, his hands were on her shoulders, firm and unyielding. "You think I don't see your pain? " he whispered hoarsely. "You think I'm a lustful beast brought you here because I wanted to break you?". "Then why?" she sobbed against him. "why maan singh rathore why me?". This is the story of Kajal Sharma, a college girl who loves to sing and carries big dreams in her heart. And then there is Maan Singh Rathore-a mafia devil who falls for her innocence. Kajal Sharma never believed love could be cruel until Maan Singh Rathore stepped into her life.Maan is ruthless, obsessive, and determined to claim what he believes belongs to him. He is not a man who gives in to his feelings-he takes what he wants, even if it means choosing a path she never imagined. Forcing her into a marriage she never wanted, he binds her to him.But this isn't a story of sweet love. This is Maan's twisted choice-his obsession disguised as love. He tells Kajal she belongs to him. And when she dares to resist, his threats cut deeper than any blade-"If you dare to walk away, I'll destroy the people you love". Trapped between fear for her family and the prison of his desire, Kajal finds herself bound to a man she cannot escape. Can Maan's desperate need for her ever turn into the kind of love that heals instead of hurts? Or will Kajal's rejection push him into a darker path that neither of them can return from? This is not a fairytale. This is not a choice. This is Maan's desire-his need for love. A story of love, fear, obsession, and the thin line that separates them.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

" 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 " ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝗬𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 04/Jan/2023 end : 16/June/2023

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.