They says his name in whispers. A man with no mercy no weakness. I was just a mistake_ a girl who got in his way He is cruel, controlling feared by all He says he will ruin me He rules her world... will she survive? "I hate you," I told the most dangerous man in Arena City. He only smirked, like my fear amused him. "Hate me all you want," he said. "You still belong to me." "Let me go!" His eyes darkened. "Never." ZAVİYAR SINGH RATHORE - ZSR Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone makes men tremble and women whisper. In Arena City, he is power. He is danger. And now, he wants her. IRHA KAPOOR _ Alone. Broken. Stronger than she knows. Escaping a past filled with lies, abuse, and betrayal, she thought she could run. But fate has a way of bringing the hunted straight to the predator.

╰┈➤✮𝑅𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛 × 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑎 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ I left him. I had to. Because loving Rishaan Rawat was like setting myself on fire and pretending it didn't hurt. But now, we're back in the same house-same rooms, same air, same heat. Only this time, I'm not the girl who broke. And he's not the boy who begged. He's colder. Rougher. More dangerous than I remember. And yet, when he looks at me, it still feels like possession. Like I never left. Like I was always his to ruin. I should hate him. I do. But hate burns just like want-and I'm not sure which one will win.

By day, Rida is the perfect normal sane girl. By night, she disappears into dark romance novels... until one character, written by her favourite author, captures her completely. Her only wish is simple: to feel him once. She never imagined how dangerous that wish could be. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Tropes : ● READER × WRITER ● Erotica/ Dark Romance ● Obsessive Morally grey MMC ● Delusional FMC ● Obsession & Stalking ● Psychological Thriller

What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐃𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢 She doesn't speak. Not because she can't, but because the world never deserved her voice. He's a storm in human skin - arrogant, loud, dangerously charming. A player in every sense. But when he meets her - the girl who looks like silence and feels like art - his games start to lose meaning. She's his calm. He's her chaos. And yet, they collide like they were written in the stars. But love isn't simple when secrets are louder than words... And silence? Sometimes it hides the darkest truth. In a world full of noise, their story begins with the quietest heartbeat.

"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"Please.. please i am scared of you" "Shh don't be scared I will not do anything" he shushed her, and stared her... then gently he grabbed her long thick soft locks in his hard veiny masculine hand. "Please.. I don't love you" heart wrenching sobbed come out from her plumpy pink lips. "what a coincidence darling, I also don't love you.. Hmm" suddenly his grip tight on her locks. "keep that in your little head... THAT YOU ARE FUCKING MINE" "DID YOU UNDERSTAND" he shouted. "I asked you something did you" "my little girl" his deadly hollow eyes bore into her innocent ones .. "Ye..yes yes". She answered fearfully. "yes what little girl" "Yes... sir" "My little good girl" he caress her head.

Darkness is the purest form of Light