"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 "You're a monster," I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks, my voice echoing in the empty room. And all I received was his face, menacingly morphed into a sinister smile. It crawled up his lips like a shadow taking form, as if he finally found me catching the reality. His head tilted left ways, casting his features in something far crueler than darkness. "Yes I am." He replied. There are two types of monsters - one, that gets furious on being called one, whose words bleed in cruelty, inhumanity and sins. They'll snarl, snap at you, deny but at the end, they'd be humans in their cruelest form. But the other one - they smile on being called a monster. Their smiles are the darkest, unfurling in a slow, cruel silence. And when that smile touches their lips, know that you're never finding your way out of their world. You're already theirs. And I, I'm trapped in his world, the world I once wanted to escape but later on became my home and the only place of comfort. • "I'll break you till each piece has my name. And then, I'll make you like the way I want to see." •

𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊 is a botanist who resides in an rurban village near the Dibang Valley. She wants to discover a crystalline lily also known as the 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐭-𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 to create an universal antitoxin but the villagers have already warned her about the folklore of the 𝐕𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧, the 'evil' guardians who harvest the souls of those who venture inside the forest. Despite the warnings, she goes inside the forest only to find her path blocked by 𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏, a Van Rakshasa whose lethal reputation hides a soul bound to the very flower she seeks to claim.

❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

"TUMHE LAGTA HAI TUM MUJHSE DUR BHAAG SKTI HO"? ...Thud!!! she slapped him hard on the face "WRONG MOVE JAAN" Troupes:- •Grumply x sunshine •Enemies to lovers •Dark romance •Strong MML & childishFML(only for her loved once) •Touch her or even look at her in disgust way means dig your own grave!! This story is just a fictional one, it has nothing to do with reality!! And this is my first story, so I don't know how to write a story, it just came to my mind and I started writing this story...!! "Wanna know what happend after that slap"...?? If yes then read this story to know about what happend..!! Start:-21 September 2025

His fingers trailed along her cheek. Gentle. Possessive. Dangerous. "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, something ancient, 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.

when a single mother gets in sight of cruel mafia what happens and she running with many secrets with her daughter. RUHANIKA SHARMA is 23 years old and her daughter maya is 5 years old, running from cities to cities with her daughter but why and from whom... LUCIANO MORETTI is 33 years old and Italian mafia, came to India to deal with something by himself not letting his mens to handle it but why.... TO KNOW DIVE INTO THE STORY.

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

Kavya Raichand : A 23-year-old model, admired by the world but trapped in a life that was never truly hers to control. A failing heart, a second chance, and a presence she can't see... yet always feels. Kabir Singhania : A 31-year-old ghost in the digital world. A hacker no one knows, a man no one sees. But he sees her. Watches her. Protects her. And now, he's closer than ever. A transplant saved her life, but it also tied her to something-someone-far beyond her understanding. She doesn't know his name. She doesn't know his face. But in the dead of the night, when the world quiets, she can feel him. Watching. Waiting. And when the truth finally unravels, she will learn that some saviors don't wear halos- They wear shadows.