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?

Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.

Three sons. Three brides. One empire soaked in blood and secrets. The Malhotra name is not spoken lightly. In the underworld, it is a warning. In society, it is a crown. And for three women, it becomes a fate they never chose. Abhimanyu Malhotra - the eldest. Cold. Ruthless. A man of silence and steel. He needed a wife. Meher Kapoor never expected to become his. Veer Malhotra - the second. Obsessive. Dangerous. He and Noor Rathore were born to destroy each other. Falling in love was never part of the plan. Arjun Malhotra - the youngest. He wanted no one. Or so everyone believed. The truth? He chose Maya Sharma long before she ever knew his name. The altar wasn't fate. It was a trap. And she walked right in. Three arrangements. Three wars. One family that bleeds together, sins together, and loves in ways that leave scars. This is not a love story. This is what happens when the wrong people find each other. ⚠️ MATURE 18+ - Contains violence, dark themes, toxic relationships & explicit content.

Kabir Singh Shekhawat ⚖︎ Age-28 An IPS officer the world admired- cold, disciplined, incorruptible. A name built on power. A legacy waiting-the future of Shekhawat Industries. But perfection is often an illusion... Behind the spotless uniform and the untouchable reputation, lived a truth no one dared to imagine. In the shadows, where silence breathes and fear survives he was Night Wolf ☾ Ruthless. Untouchable. A name whispered, never spoken. No face. No identity. No mercy. And no one knew... the man hunting criminals by day was the very darkness they feared at night. ✧ two lives ✧ one man ✧ one deadly secret Samira Rajput ♡ Age-20 A quiet college girl- simple, unseen, forgotten. Or so the world believed. Because hidden beneath her silence was a truth buried in time- She was a princess of Jaipur ⚜︎ Born into royalty, but stripped of her crown before she could even understand it. Life had never been kind. No love. No warmth. No protection. Not even from her own blood. Yet... she remained soft. Her eyes still carried innocence. Her soul still held light. A grace she never learned, a strength she never realized. ☾ a forgotten princess ♡ an unloved daughter ✧ a girl meant for something greater

**"I really love you."** **"I don't like you."** **"But I do, stupid mafia king."** Fifteen years ago, the Rathore family was destroyed. Veer Rathore-the obsessive, possessive, madly-in-love husband-died protecting the woman he loved. Ananya Rathore-the gentle soul who tamed a monster-died begging her children to run. And the children ran. Now, they're back. Viransh Rathore-the boy who screamed for his mother in the dark-has become something terrifying. A mafia king with blood on his hands and only one purpose left in life: **revenge.** Ritik and Riyan-his right and left hands. Loyal. Deadly. Broken. Vanya-the only sister left. The only light in their endless darkness. And Veenaya-lost in the forest fifteen years ago. Alive? Dead? No one knows. **Love and hate are separated by the thinnest line.** One moment, you love someone so completely it destroys you. The next moment, you hate them so violently it consumes you. And sometimes-just sometimes-hate becomes love again. **"I love you."** **"I don't like you now, Mr. Mafia king."** **"But you will. Because I don't take no for an answer."** Just like his father, Viransh Rathore is mad in love. Obsessive. Possessive. Dangerous. He didn't plan to fall for her. He didn't plan to feel anything at all. But when love hits a Rathore man, it hits like a bullet to the chest-and there's no cure except complete surrender. She's innocent. She's pure. She's everything he should stay away from. But he can't. Because he's his father's son. And Rathore men don't let go. **Ever.** *This is Season 2 of THE RATHORE OBSESSION.* *To understand the story, the possessiveness, consuming love that runs through this family's veins-* *You must first read the complete story of Veer and Ananya Rathore.* *Because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.* *And in this family, obsession is inherited.* **"I'll burn the world for you."** **"I'll burn it first so you don't have to."** **"Then we'll burn it together."**

"𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓." Devraj Suryavanshi is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, carrying a political legacy built on power, loyalty, and secrets no one dares to question. Vedika Shekhawat is a fearless journalist determined to uncover the truths his family has spent years burying. She was never supposed to become part of his life. To Devraj, Vedika was meant to be nothing more than a weapon in the revenge he had planned against her father. A pawn whose name could wound the man he held responsible for destroying his family. Instead, she became the one weakness he could no longer control. Bound together by a marriage neither of them can escape, Vedika finds herself trapped inside the Suryavanshi empire, where every smile hides an agenda, every relationship carries a debt, and every locked door guards a truth written in blood. The deeper she digs into Devraj's family, the more dangerous her questions become. Why was she kept away from India for twenty years? What truly happened between the Shekhawats and the Suryavanshis? And why does the man who married her for revenge protect her as though losing her would destroy him? Some secrets were buried to protect a legacy. Some were buried to hide a crime. And some were buried because the truth could ruin them both. For the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would burn it all down for. Because she was supposed to be the price of her father's sins. Instead, she became the reason Devraj might destroy everything he was born to inherit.

♡Rajveer x Lavanya♡ ♡Yuvaan x Jaanvi♡ ♡Avyansh x Tara♡ The Raghuvanshi Mansion. A palace of wealth, power, and prestige but behind its golden walls lies a graveyard of secrets. A family that breathes lies. A dynasty with two faces. A bloodline drenched in sin. Three sons. Three devils. Rajveer. Yuvaan. Avyansh. The heirs of the Raghuvanshi empire cold, ruthless, and heartless. Three daughters-in-law. Lavanya. Jaanvi. Tara. The women who entered this house of shadows, each carrying a past as dark as the nights they cry through. Each chained to a loveless marriage, each battling their own scars, each fighting to survive the wrath of their husbands and the cruelty of the mansion. Six lives. Three marriages. One cursed family. A story of power, pain, betrayal... and perhaps, forbidden redemption. ⚠️ Warning: This saga is not for the faint-hearted. Expect darkness. Expect cruelty. Expect the unexpected. Step into the Raghuvanshi mansion... if you dare. #100 in love out of 2.54M stories on (19 may)

This is not just a story of siblings. This is the story of an empire built on blood, loyalty, sacrifice... and secrets. Three brothers. One sister. Four souls tied together so deeply that the world could never break them apart. They were each other's home before they even understood the meaning of family. In a world full of power, betrayal, and dangerous enemies, they learned one thing very early - the Raghuvanshis stand together. But time changes everything. As love enters their lives, hearts begin to clash with promises made in childhood. Will their partners understand the unbreakable bond the siblings share... or will love become the reason their empire starts falling apart? Behind the luxury, fame, and power lies a family filled with possessiveness, hidden pain, fierce protection, silent sacrifices, and dangerous secrets waiting to explode. Because in the Raghuvanshi family... love is intense, loyalty is deadly, and betrayal has a price. A story filled with sibling love, bromance, romance, obsession, emotions, family drama, and the rise of an unforgettable empire.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.