❖Childhood lovers to Enemies to Lovers "I hate you." I whispered, my voice shaking as my back hit the cold wall, entirely trapped by his towering frame."I hate you so much it hurts." He didn't flinch. He simply leaned in, his dark, unhinged eyes dropping to my trembling lips. "Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my racing pulse. "Hate me, Riya. Despise me. Scream it at me. Because hate is still a passion. It means your blood is boiling for me. You can hate me for the rest of your life, sweetheart, but you will do it as my wife." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TERE ISHQ MAIN: A Tale of Dark Obsession ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Vivaan Singhania is the ruthless, untouchable heir to a royal dynasty and the CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire. He hides his lethal, unhinged nature behind a charming smile. He gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And the only thing he has ever truly wanted... is her. Riya is just a normal university student trying to survive her assignments, drink her cheap canteen tea, and keep her broken heart entirely hidden. She thought she had successfully escaped her past. But when her best friend accidentally marries into the Mumbai mafia, Riya is dragged straight back into the crosshairs of the man who ruined her trust years ago. She hates him for breaking her heart. He will completely burn the world to ashes just to see her smile. In a dangerous game of hidden royal legacies, underworld wars, and undeniable attraction, Riya is about to learn a terrifying truth: you cannot run from a man who has already decided you belong to him. 🎀 Author's Note: Welcome to the Singhania Empire! This is the 2nd book in the His Beautiful Punishment series. While it can absolutely be read as a completely standalone novel, I highly recommend reading His Beautiful Punishment (Aarav & Priyanshi's story) first to fully understand everything.

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

She thought she was marrying the love of her life-until fate intervened. A forced marriage with a stranger turns her world upside down. What begins as resentment slowly unfolds into a love deeper than anything she's ever known. And he? A man who never believed in love, never wanted it-until he saw her. Something stirred in him, something unexplainable... like destiny had chosen this moment long before they met. She thought she was in love. He thought he was cursed. For first time she met the villian of her life. For the first time he found the goddess of his . She became his only wish. He became her only escape In a story of unexpected turns and hidden truths, two hearts collide to redefine what love truly means.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet. "Kabir ji, if it's about last night, then let's solv..." "I don't want to fucking solve, and you are right I was just attracted to you physically and now that it's over, I don't see the point to be with you" I will never, ever fall. His voice echoed in her ears. "What are you saying? No no, you are lying, I know something is up that's why you are lying, is someone watching us? I'm sure, should I tell Akshu? Yeah, wait-wait, I will tell him" He held her hands and jerked her towards himself, "Your holes are way too fucking loose for me now, I don't care if you are alive or dead in an unnamed road, I don't give a flying fuck, I just wanted to fulfil my desires, and now I am bored with you, you don't make me feel anything when I fuck you, it feels like I am pounding on a sack, I disgust the feeling," .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? •MATURE CONTENT•

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

"Behave," she whispered. "If you say my name like that," he replied, "I will forget why I'm behaving." "You're killing me here, baby." "Don't look at me like that-not when I've spent ten days learning how to breathe without you." --- I was twenty-four when my future was decided in a room I didn't control. He was thirty-two and already owned cities. They called it an arranged marriage. I called it a mistake. Raghav Oberoi didn't ask for my consent, he waited for my surrender. Cold eyes. Iron control. A presence that made rooms go silent. A man who didn't raise his voice... because he never had to. I wanted to hate my husband. But how do you hate a man who looks at you like losing you would ruin him? This is not a gentle love story. It's obsession disguised as devotion. A marriage built on power, broken by love, and sealed by fire.