**Only Mine** *by Preya Patel Aira's wedding was ruined by gunshots and smoke - and Rayan Malhotra, a ruthless mafia king who claimed her as his own. He says she's his. He will burn the world for her. He won't ever let her go. Trapped in his dangerous empire, Aira tries to escape, but the darkness keeps pulling her closer. When secrets of their past explode, will she fight him - or rule beside him in a love darker than night? --- **Tropes:** possessive mafia × kidnapped bride × forced marriage × dark romance × childhood twist #darkromance #mafia #possessive #enemiestolovers #childhoodtwist #pastsecrets

Three couples. Three stories. One fate that binds them all. Love that heals, love that destroys, love that never forgets - all crossing the same crimson line between devotion and damnation. Some hearts will break, some will burn, and some will rise from the ashes. In a world painted with passion, pain, and power, every heartbeat carries a secret... and every border bleeds a different shade of red.

A heart-fluttering school romance about two very different teens who somehow end up orbiting each other. She's sunshine-loud laughs, soft heart, messy life. He's quiet-top of the class, cold exterior, walls built way too high. They meet, crash, collide... and suddenly ordinary hallways feel like destiny waiting to happen. It's that slow pull. Those tiny moments. The feeling of falling without meaning to. A story about healing, first love, friendship, and choosing someone even when it scares you. ✨🫶🏼

In a world where hope is a forgotten language and love is a wound, Nikk Bleue survives behind quiet walls and tired eyes. She's the girl who never cries, never raises her voice- who stares into the night with silent battles inside her heart. Trapped in a cage of loyalty and lies, she's not waiting to be saved, but to be seen. But what happens when someone looks too closely? What if the one person who could break her walls to heal her... or might end up breaking her completely in the process? This story isn't entirely about healing- it's a story where her scars learn to yell and scream... IG:- moonlit7ashess (NOTE:-someone said I don't owe anyone apology for not having english as my first language, please kindly ignore the errors as this story carries my soul)

📚 𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐏ʀ𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ⟣ 𝐨ꜰ ⟢ 𝐖ʜ𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨ꜱ𝐞𝐬 I can't call it a love story. It's something messier. Maybe it's not love that drives this story. It's everything love leaves behind. ~~~ She was six when the world shattered around her. He was ten when his father signed a contract that would change both their lives. "It's not a real marriage," they said. But time turned it into something deeper. Something dangerous. And one night, everything was destroyed. He stepped into the dark and whispered: "You want Aahil? Crave him." Now, their parents want them to marry again. But they're no longer children. They're a storm. "You know I hate you, Liya." "Then why can't I see that hate in your eyes?" White roses. Silent promises. A boy who pushes her away. A girl who still follows him... through every fire. This isn't just a love story. It's about loyalty. Loss. And a craving that feels like slow destruction.

"𝒯ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝒾ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓁𝓎 - 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈." The story of vivaan ravi and amara singh 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵,𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼-𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓸r 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼? Tropes: Revenge Enemies to lovers Comedy Slow burn Romance A seething Hatred

"Don't call me that," I snapped, my voice barely steady. Ved's lips curved into that maddening half-smile. "What, sweetheart?" I turned away, but he stepped closer, his voice a low hum that sent my pulse racing. "Ved, stop." "What, sunshine?" he murmured, the word curling around me like smoke warm, dangerous, and far too familiar.

#Book 2 in "The phoenix veil" series 🪷(can be read standalone) Let me teach you a secret. Men don't fall in love. They fall into traps. You want him obsessed? Crawling? Willing to burn his own kingdom for one more taste of you? Then stop waiting for fate and start sharpening your heels. Because obsession isn't an accident-it's an art. And I've perfected it. Revaan Shekhawat was supposed to be my enemy. The cold, ruthless king everyone fears. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Unreachable. And yet here he is-mine. Addicted. Possessed. Destroyed. How? Simple. I hunted him. I drove him crazy. I broke him. I consoled him. I made him fall. Step by step, sin by sin-until the predator became my prey. This isn't a love story. It's a manual. A guide for every woman who's ever wanted to turn a man into a weapon, and his heart into her throne. So read carefully, darling. Because once you wear the stilettos, there's no taking them off.