An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance They were never meant to be lovers. They were barely meant to survive each other. Veer Singhania-ruthless, cold-blooded, and India's most feared underground billionaire. As heir to the Singhania crime empire, he built his fortune on blood, betrayal, and unrelenting discipline. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. Inaya Raichand-fierce, fiery, and born to defy. The only daughter of the powerful Raichand cartel, sworn enemies of the Singhania's, she's spent her entire life resenting everything Veer stands for. She's whip-smart, sharp-tongued, and determined to escape the life she was born into. But when a brutal turf war threatens to destroy both empires, a deal is struck. A forced marriage to keep the peace. Neither of them wants it. Both of them refuse to back down. And as the lines between hate and desire blur, dangerous secrets begin to rise to the surface. In a world of power, pride, and betrayal, will they destroy each other-or be forced to choose love over loyalty?

Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love. The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago. Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice. One look, and something violent awakens in him. He calls it hate. She calls him insane. His Dadi calls it destiny. He accuses her of being a gold-digger. She slaps him with her calm, angelic smile and walks away. So he does what any ruthless, obsessed billionaire would do, He traps her. Fake heart attack. Forced engagement. Blackmail. A mandir wedding under the eyes of Devi Maa herself. Now she wears his ring, his sindoor, his initial on the thin gold kamarband that hugs her tiny waist. And every night he reminds her, roughly, mercilessly, worshipfully, that angels don't belong in hell... But he will burn the world to keep her in his. A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.

Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

She "Yuvansh..." He "Yes, my goddess..." Book-1 in the FORBIDDEN series. "Loving you is my sweetest sin, and my heart will pay the price forever"... Trope: Enemies to lovers Gener: Dark romance • Saranya × Yuvansh • Doctor × Mafia • Enemies to lover • Forced marriage • Dark romance • Slow burn • He fell first and harder • Age gap YUVANSH SINGH RAJVANSHI (34)-the name itself carries a quiet terror. Lord of the underworld and the most powerful, dominating businessman across Asia. Cold, distant, and merciless, he keeps the world at arm's length. Few have ever glimpsed the rare softness he guards for the handful he calls his own. Behind his unyielding gaze lies a cruel past-a shadowed curse known only to those daring enough to look beyond the darkness. SARANYA OBEROI (26)-a brilliant surgeon. Ethereal in her grace, she seems almost goddess-like, a quiet vision of timeless beauty that draws every gaze yet keeps her soul veiled. Life has caged her in a cruel fate, under the sharp rule of a stepmother who treats her more like a prisoner than a daughter. Behind her soft elegance burns an unshaken resolve. The world calls her brother's death a suicide, but Saranya feels the truth in her bones-it was murder. She carries a promise: to uncover the shadowed killer and bring the real story to light. ___________________***___________________ "You are a divine temptation," he murmured, voice dropping lower, "my sin to commit, my prayer to whisper..." He leaned in, brushing his lips against her cheek, her jawline, his breath hot against her skin despite the cold rain. "...mine to ruin..." he said, his voice dark, seductive. Saranya shivered-not from the rain-but from the way his lips ghosted over her skin, setting her nerves ablaze. "...and mine to worship," he finished. Started on - 5th February 2025 Ended on - 7th June 2025 _________________________________________

India's Top #2 & #8 on Wattpad A dark, addictive forced-marriage romance that will stay with you long after the last chapter. "You should be grateful to carry my name now... Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi." Aaradiya Akkineni never imagined her life would shatter in a single night. One moment she's a girl with dreams and dignity... the next, she's dragged into a marriage signed in tears, fear, and fate. And the man waiting at the mandap? Abhijith Rana Doshi. CEO by reputation. Mafia king by reality. A man carved from stone-cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly powerful. To him, this marriage is just strategy. A power move. A cage he builds around her with his name. To her, it's a nightmare she can't escape. But when two broken worlds collide, hate has a way of cracking... Pain has a way of revealing truth... And enemies have a way of falling for the very person they swore to destroy. What begins as a toxic clash slowly turns into a burn-slow, dangerous, undeniable. Secrets. Scars. Softness he never wanted to feel. Strength she never knew she had. Can two damaged souls ruin each other... and still find love in the ashes? This isn't just a story. It's a storm. A wound. An obsession waiting to take over your heart. Scroll up and fall in.

#top 1 : 24.06.2025 #top 9 : 13.07.2025 First book in the desire series❤️ Anirudh Navya Rajvansh She is my peace Navya Anirudh Rajvansh He is my home #Anivya♥️✨ "You think you can avoid me, Jaan?" Anirudh's voice was low, husky, and dripping with possessiveness. "You think you can just ignore me and walk away?" His lips grazed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think you understand, my love. You're mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, every beat of your heart... it's all mine." Anirudh's hands roamed her body, claiming her as his own, squeezing her breast hard. "And when you avoid me, it makes me want to claim you even more. It makes me want to mark you, to brand you as mine, so everyone knows that you belong to me." "Ahhhhhhh Vansh" Navya moaned due to his roughness and possessiveness. His teeth nipped at her neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "You're mine, Mrs.Navya Anirudh Rajvansh. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you only with me". Started on : 14.03.2025 Ended on : 26.05.2025 ******************************** Check with the story to know more about them ✨

She'll run away. He'll chase her. If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped. Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none. His world was dark, traumatising and painted with blood. His love was vicious. Possessive and ruthless. She was his and he was adamant to remind her over and over again. Escaping Aryan Chauhan was never easy. .... She trusted him. She thought he was a good man and would keep his enmity away from her. However, he proved her all wrong and forced her to marry him on the basis of 6 months contract. It was just a pure enmity from his side. She lost her face in her family's eyes because of him. They were disappointed on her while he was satisfied seeing them in agony. She hated him, to the core of her heart. He's a heartless man whose only motive is vengeance. This was the game of love, vengeance and redemption. A misunderstanding sparked the fire of revenge between two best friends. A wall of hatred will be broken down by their marriages. After a long years, two best friends will join hands for a mission and reached at a point that neither of them hesitated to risk their life for one another. ... Start- 25, October 2024 End- 23, March 2025

Standalone Novelᡣ𐭩 She was chaos in soft skin, a wildfire with a heartbeat. He was silence dressed in scars, a shadow that once believed in light. She spoke in storms and stardust, while he bled in silence and restraint. Two broken rhythms, destined to collide. In her laughter, he found ache. In his gaze, she found war. Love was never gentle with them- it was fierce, forbidden, and flawed. But in that ache, they found something divine. Something eternal. Something ethereal. Started on : 12 February, 2025 Ended on : 4 January, 2026

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

"Why do you hate me so much, Maan" she asked hiccupping, hitting his chest. "I never said that" he said holding her hands. ____________________________________ "So, my Ita, how does it feels to be Mrs. Dutta," he asked holding her from behind while making eye contact in the mirror. "Best feeling in this world, Mr. Dutta" she replied kissing his cheek. ____________________________________ "I BLOODY ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!" he shouted slamming the wooden desk with his fists. "I am sorry, sir" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes. ____________________________________ "I will kill that man if I see him near you again" he said dangerously running his index finger from her forehead to neck. "W...why" she asked stammering. "Because you are mine"... ____________________________________ Cover- @Lady_whistleup