Gauri Sharma - an 18-year-old innocent, lively, college-going girl - finds herself trapped in a destiny she never chose. Overnight, she becomes the bride of her future brother-in-law, Abhimaan Singh Rathore. Abhimaan is a man whose name defines him - pride runs through his veins, and cruelty hides behind his cold perfection. On their very first night as husband and wife, Gauri witnesses a side of Abhimaan so ruthless that her heart shatters. She vows to never see his face again... to never let him touch her soul. But fate isn't done playing its cruel games. Because the very man she fears, the man she despises, the man she is married to... is also her professor. Now, Gauri must face Abhimaan every single day - in silent classrooms, stolen glances, and suffocating proximity. A mysterious, merciless man who rules with dominance and darkness. Will Gauri survive this twisted fate? Can innocence soften a heart carved from pride and cruelty? And will love ever dare to find its way between a broken girl... and a ruthless professor? Or is this marriage destined to destroy them both?

This is not a story about a boy who lost his fucking way. This is an autopsy of the pathetic fool who thought a heart was something you could safely keep outside your chest. They thought they broke me. They thought they took a cold, narcissistic, ego driven psychopath and successfully tamed him into a spineless, apologetic pet. Those motherfuckers actually laughed at it. For years, I played their pathetic, sick little games. I was the one begging 24/7, 365 days a year. "I'm fucking sorry." "Please don't go." "Don't fucking block me." I apologized for things I didn't even do, groveling at the feet of mediocre, manipulative motherfuckers who created cheap drama just to watch me drown in it. They loved the fucking power trip. They would pretend to walk away just to hear me beg, relying on my "sorry" and my "thank you" like a fucking drug. They used me, they threw me away, and they shattered the same fucking heart over and over again. Ek dil ko baar baar toda gaya. But while those motherfuckers were busy enjoying the theater of my desperation, they forgot who the fuck I actually am. They thought the monster was dead. In reality, I was just taking fucking notes. Behind this blank, foolish, smiling face lies a digital vault of absolute, unadulterated ruin. Screenshots, voice recordings, videos, intimated pictures every single piece of fucking leverage they thought was private is sitting in my hands. It takes just one spark. One fucking spark and their carefully constructed little lives will turn to fucking ash. I won't even hesitate. My hands won't even tremble if i have to pull the fucking trigger on their entire existence. This began on August 13, 2022. It ends now, in my own fucking way, because it is the only goddamn option left. No more begging. No more apologizing. I am taking back my crown and I will live unapologetically. The terrifying question isn't whether I am a psychopath. It's whether the world has any fucking idea what it just unleashed.

Professor Aryan Singh is a ruthless billionaire, a strict control-freak with a heart of ice. Behind his arrogant, dominating facade lies a dark, agonizing secret a trauma that makes him believe he is an utterly unworthy of love or a family. Kavya Sharma is a bright, innocent, and fiercely stubborn scholarship student whose only dream is to make her middle-class father proud. One stormy night at a secluded Trip . One malicious campus rumor. One forced marriage that changes their lives forever. To save her dignity, Aryan fills her hairline with sindoor, trapping them both in a cage of a loveless, secret marriage. He pushes her away, punishing her with his coldness, desperately trying to save her from his own broken reality. But Kavya is not the weak girl he thought she was. She fights his ego, challenges his rules, and slowly, unknowingly, starts melting the frozen walls of his heart. What happens when the cold professor falls madly, possessively in love with his innocent student? And the ultimate test-what happens when Kavya accidentally discovers the devastating secret Aryan has hidden for years? Will she walk away in disgust, or will she become the shield that heals his broken soul ?.. 🔥 Tropes: Age-Gap, Professor-Student, Forced Marriage, Billionaire Romance, "Touch-Her-And-You-Die" Energy, Extreme Possessiveness, Slow-Burn, Deep Emotional Healing. Dive into a story of tearing ego clashes, intense jealousy, and a love so deep it defies destiny itself. Student × Professor . . . . Mature content ❤️

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

Highly Mature content 18+⚠️🔞 It's in both Hindi and English translations. BOOK IST IN VILLAIN SERIES It all started when her eyes meet his. She was the best neurosurgeon of the country considering herself no less than god. Betrayed by her first love and spending her childhood and teenage life in child juvenile and rehabiliation she was alone all her life. She hasn't experienced any emotions in her life. People call her walking red flag but for her, red flag people are less dangerous than those who pretend to be green flag. For all her life she believes that black is contant but the moment her eyes met his , those pitch black eyes , first time she saw colours of black. He was a not a hero but villain of this story. She knew he was a beast but wanted to explore him more. He knew he is not good for her and she will be a jinx for him. But when red thread of fate tied them together the more they know each other, the more they get obsessed with each other. Saira was a doctor but she needs the healing most . Shaveer was the inspector but the most corrupted person. He has only one aim in his life . To become the most powerful in this world so he can fulfill someone's wish. He knew he cant heal her . But she wanted to be healed only by him. She has both in her life..A hero and a villain. She could choose a hero and live a perfect life and a hope for a happy family.. But she made the most bizzare choice of her life. Read out to see the most beautiful shade of black. Be ready to experience not so ordinary love story of Monster doctor and beast mafia who find their obsession for each other, their solace in each other , who loved each other like there is no tomorrow and who can burn whole world for each other... Story about second love , suspense , hate, thriller and a lot of steamy romance. Give this story a chance and find out all by yourself. ♥️ #breastfeeding #kink #smut #darkromance #mildbdsm #steamy

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

Nothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

˙˚ʚ₍ 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘂×𝗔𝘃𝗻𝗶 ₎ɞ˚ #Top6 in india~1/5/26. He asked. He tried every possible way to make her his. But her being scared of him refused everytime. ｡:.ﾟ𝐒𝐨, 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐩.:｡+ﾟ By filling her hairline with sindoor he married her against her wishes. Now she is trapped in a marriage with the man she fears the most. She calls him her worst nightmare. Yet every time danger comes near her, it is Abhimanyu who stands between her and the darkness. ✦ She's innocent and He's devil. ✦ She's terrified of him while he's madly in love. ✦ He's dangerously obsessed with her. ✦ He fell first, harder, and never planned to let go. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺? 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓~~~ ✨Tropes✨ #agegap #forcedmarriage #hefellfirstandharder #obsessiveml #jealousfml #possesiveml #touchheranddie #grumpy×sunshine #Professor×Student #Husband×wife