#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (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 just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Highest Ranking: #4 in Romance #1 in forcedlove Please read 'Yours Forcefully' before reading this book. ----------------------------------------- After a forced marriage, Maisie is trying hard to cope up with her Possessive, controlling, dominating husband - Lucifer Knight. With her college crush, a jealous cousin and a cruel mother in law she is trying her best not to break. What will happen, when Maisie will face the real Lucifer, The real devil? What will happen when new characters will introduce themselves to take Maisie away from Lucifer? Will the sweet innocent Maisie will fall in love with the devil? ----------------------------------------- "Look at me, wife" he hissed. I whimpered looking up at him. He moved closer, hardly leaving any distance. "Listen to me and listen good. You, my beautiful wife, belongs to me. I don't want anyone near you ever again. You are mine. Your soul, body, every fucking thing belongs to me. So next time, I won't hesitate to kill those fucktards, lusting around you". With that he kissed me.

Trope: Grumpy × Sunshine | Teenage Love | Green Forest | Understanding | Indian Everyone told them it was too early. Too soon to feel this much, too young to stand against the world. But opposing it together became their quiet habit. Aayush Roy-grumpy, closed-off, and shaped by the past-never believed in easy feelings. Rakshika Sharma-warm, gentle, and full of unspoken thoughts-found comfort in writing what she could never say out loud. Two teenagers, in the same class, brought together by chance and small responsibilities, slowly learning each other's silences. Between classrooms, silent gazes, and moments that felt too soft for their age, a little crush began to speak louder than words. But not every story is flawless, and even the smallest things can hold pain. As love grows, reality follows close behind-questions, misunderstandings, and truths they are not ready for.