This emotional drama follows Anika, a sweet-natured woman who marries Aadheer Rajput, a cold Mumbai billionaire dangerously obsessed with her. His love is a possessive madness; he controls her every move, isolates her from the world, and even threatens their future when she becomes pregnant. The story is a intense journey through his destructive jealousy, her trapped despair, and the difficult, painful path they must walk-through therapy, family intervention, and the transformative power of becoming parents-to somehow forge his terrifying obsession into a love that can truly be called happy. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

"Your father's hand was just a warning," he whispered, his voice cold as ice. "The next bullet goes in his head. So, tell me, Priya... will you marry me?" He killed a man for talking to me. He shattered my father's hand for saying no. To save my family, I agreed to marry the monster. But my "yes" was a lie. I'm using this year to plan my escape. If he finds out, we're all dead. This is a story of terrifying obsession, fierce family love, and one girl's desperate fight for freedom.

An adventure Seth did not think he would experience in his dreams. She became his poison yet she was still his antidote. He unintentionally hinders one of her business deals. She finds out who it was and immediately teaches them not to cross her. In the moment of punishment she finds herself wanting him more and more. She rid him of his innocence the day she made him hers. She owned him using him as a toy. A toy she did not want to give up. She became emotionally dependent on him She secretly loved when he talked back but she'd never admit it. Her ego was bigger than his dick. Seth wanted her and he wanted her dominance he loved her ways and loved her body even more. He fell for her, he became a monster just as she was. Somewhere along the way love finds it's way to Lezabel. The woman considered to be Satan learned to love. ⤜⤜⤜ "well you see, you stopped my deal from happening so you have to compensate me for it" "how much?" I ask her "not how much.....how long?" she pulls my chair back making room for her to straddle me. "how long is your dick Seth?" this woman made me hard just by her power. Who knew I loved being dominated. This book isn't fully edited just yet but I hope you enjoy it.

Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love. The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago. Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice. One look, and something violent awakens in him. He calls it hate. She calls him insane. His Dadi calls it destiny. He accuses her of being a gold-digger. She slaps him with her calm, angelic smile and walks away. So he does what any ruthless, obsessed billionaire would do, He traps her. Fake heart attack. Forced engagement. Blackmail. A mandir wedding under the eyes of Devi Maa herself. Now she wears his ring, his sindoor, his initial on the thin gold kamarband that hugs her tiny waist. And every night he reminds her, roughly, mercilessly, worshipfully, that angels don't belong in hell... But he will burn the world to keep her in his. A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

"𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑼𝑵" 𝑹𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯 𝑹𝑨𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝒀𝑨 𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰 "I am the Darkest Desire which keeps on adding fuel to her wants, she has to learn how to obey, because she is no one's else's property but 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝑵𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝑰𝑬" 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑯𝑨 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑹 " I never thought of mylife as Hell but staying in here with him feels like one but why do I feel so comfortable with him why does he makes me crave for him bit by bit . Why does my body reacts to his touch, when j should feel disgusted of it, what is this feeling i can't understand but I know 𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬" THIS STORY CONSISTS OF: There are many different characters which will be coming below in the coming 😉 scenes. Age Gap Drama Trauma Blood Violence Mature Content🔞 I hope you all Vote this story and also please don't generate hate to any of the characters the story is totally mine and nobody has any contribution in this story so hope you all like it.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

--- Title: "Sarpanch Ki Dulhaniya" Description: In the heart of a traditional Indian village, where honor speaks louder than love and eyes follow every move of a beautiful girl-Meher, a 20-year-old innocent yet strikingly curvy young woman, lives a life behind closed doors. Guarded by her overprotective father, she is the silent desire of many men... but no one dares to touch what isn't theirs. Until Veer returns. 35, bold, and newly elected as the village Sarpanch, Veer has everything-power, respect, and a body women dream of. But beneath that rough exterior lies a man with a longing heart... searching for her. One stolen glance at a wedding. One accidental encounter in a dimly lit room. One forbidden touch... and their fates are sealed. From forced marriage to sizzling intimacy, from stolen glances to deep emotional bonding-this is a story of possession, passion, and a love that defies rules. "Tu meri banegi... chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe."

She argued like it was a sport. He flirted like losing was part of the game. The worst part? Everytime she got mad, he fell a little harder.