⚠️BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Ava Evans found the love of her life. However, her parents did not approve of her love for him because of his low status in life, but she did not listen to them and followed her heart. After marrying him, she thought that she would live her happy ever after with him. Unfortunately, her dreams of a happy life were dispelled when she woke up after their wedding night and received her husband's death message. She literally woke up from a dream to be drawn into a real nightmare. After her husband's death, her life collapsed and she did not want to live any longer until she found out the little gift he had left her before he died. When she thought that she had her life back together and was over him, fate knocked on the door and gave him back to her. But there was a problem. Her prince charming wasn't the one who he claimed to be. Piece by piece he showed her his true colors. Will she accept him after knowing his dark secrets? Started: 15.02.2020 Completed: 30.04.2020 [EDITED] ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! MY BOOKS ARE MY HARD WORK! I PUT TIME AND EFFORT IN THEM!⚠️⚠️⚠️

"𝑨 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆" In the kingdom of evils, he was a god feared as a monster. Xavier Stone, a gangster. A name that made even devils bow. He built his empire from blood, sin, and the screams of men who thought they could defy him. A man with no mercy, only hunger for power. And yet, one woman brought that evil god to his knees. Iris Ashford... kind, yet strong when it mattered. She was everything he wasn't. When fate moved, it struck hard. Her marriage proposal landed on his table like a loaded gun. And that moment was the beginning of his possession. When Xavier Stone desired something, the world burned in ash before he let it go. Iris could face anything, but marrying a criminal was never her choice. She despised men like him a gangster, the kind who caused pain to others without a flicker of guilt. She would've done anything to stop it, to escape the fate that chained her to his name. But destiny turned merciless, and in one twisted move, she found herself bound to the very man she swore she'd never belong to. Then began his dark devotion... • • • _________________________________________ ✓"After completion this book will be removed from here."

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 The billionaires daughter's dreams and fantasies of marrying for love crushed within a second as she finds herself helping her family and marrying for convenience. Helping her arranged husband get back with his ex, wasnt something she'd dream of. She'd always been warned not to fuel the fire, but maybe she 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 to fuel the wildest fires she encountered. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 Settling down with someone was never in his cards, especially after he got out of a 3 year relationship. Next thing he knows, he's being swindled in a marriage, he couldn't give one fuck about. Letting his arranged wife help him go back to a relationship he got scarred from, wasn't expected. A soul so tainted, in disguise. Perceived as a 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣, but he's far from it. ᥫ᭡. 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭.

As war erupts between the Greek and Sicilian mafias, the powerful Accardi family must fight to protect their empire. Accardi Obsession unravels a dark, multi-POV mafia story charged with forbidden chemistry, explosive family tensions, and an arranged-marriage pact that turns sworn enemies into something far more dangerous. *** The Sicilians trusted them. The Greeks tried to take their empire. Now, the balance of power hangs by a thread. In the third season, the Accardi family faces their greatest war yet - one that will test loyalty, love, and blood itself. Costa and Millie are fighting to protect the family they built together, even as war threatens to tear them apart. Rocco and Alessia are learning what it means to be married in a world that can take everything from you in seconds. And when a new marriage alliance is proposed, one Accardi makes the ultimate sacrifice, and enemies become lovers... or whatever you call it when hate gets complicated. There's a war brewing, a wedding on the calendar, and at least four people pretending they're not in love. The Accardis are back. Pray for whoever stands in their way.

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

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 _________________________________________

Diya - A sweet and innocent girl, an aspiring doctor. She is kind-hearted, lovable, and knows how to bring happiness to others. But deep inside, she is a broken soul-someone who craves only one thing in life: love from the one who respects her. She dreams of becoming a neurologist. She lives in the majestic palace of Meherangarh. The current king and successful businessman, Raja Advay Singh Chauhan is a close friend and business partner of her father, Sarthak Rana. Their bond is so deep that nothing in the world can break their friendship. Yash Singh Chauhan- Soon-to-be king and already a powerful businessman. He is the sole owner of an empire and moves like a shadow no one dares to chase. At just 27, he is the crown prince of Meherangarh Fort, where tradition bows before him, and the future awaits his command. But royalty isn't what defines him-power is. Owner of over 20 luxury hotels across continents, Yash is not just a hotelier-he's an empire in motion. Built on charm, ruthlessness, and secrets buried under velvet smiles. He speaks less and controls more. A master manipulator-every glance is calculated, every silence a warning. No one has dared to double-cross him. Not because they feared failing, but because they knew-they wouldn't survive trying. His presence demands attention, not by volume, but by the stillness before a storm. Sins follow him like loyal soldiers. But regret? Regret never finds a place in his kingdom. To the world, he's a prince. To those who truly know him-he's the king no one dared to create.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"