#1 𝖎𝖓 '𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓' 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ✧✿𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥✿✧ I stood still in front of the mirror trying to accept the fact I saw just sometimes. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. DEVASTATED and BETRAYED. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and slammed shut. I looked at his reflection from the mirror and wiped off my tears hurriedly before shoving the card inside one of the drawers, not wanting him to know about it. He came and hugged me from behind resting his chin on my shoulder. Reality dawned upon me and fear crawled up on each and every ounce of my skin. Sweat buds formed on my forehead and neck as I looked at him staring at me intensely from the mirror. His gaze was filled with desire. He turned me towards him by holding my waist gently and sealed our lips in a soft and gentle kiss. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears which were ready to spill out anytime feeling disgusted with his touch. At that moment of helplessness, all I was praying to God was 'please god let it be a dream where I'll wake up beside the love of my life, my Rann' but the saddest reality is it's not. "My Rann is a ruthless killer. He is a Devil with whom I got married."

"Love wasn't supposed to be my downfall. But she was never just love-she was an addiction." The room reeked of whiskey and regret. Riyaan Singh Malhotra leaned against the windowpane, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes. His grip on the crystal glass tightened as he watched the rain lash against the glass. She was gone. Again. Rivian Rajvansh wasn't supposed to mean anything. She was a foolish girl with stars in her eyes and a laugh that could make the world stop. Soft, delicate-completely unfit for the world he ruled. And yet, she had walked into his life like a sunrise breaking through an endless night. She had touched him, not just with her hands, but with her heart-something no one had dared to do before. He had warned her. Told her a hundred times that love had no place in his world. That he was a monster, a man drenched in blood and sins she could never imagine. But she stayed. Until she didn't. Now, he was chasing shadows, haunted by the ghost of her laughter and the taste of her lips-both his salvation and his destruction. She was the only addiction he could never quit. The only weakness he had. And Riyaan Singh Malhotra didn't do weaknesses. --- Tropes Included: ✔ Forced Marriage - A contract binds them, but emotions complicate everything. ✔ MML Obsessed with FML - She is his addiction, his weakness, his everything. ✔ Sunshine × Grumpy - She is the light; he is the storm. ✔ Age Gap - He is older, ruthless, and dominant; she is young, fiery, and innocent. ✔ Dark Romance - Possession, control, and an all-consuming love that blurs the line between obsession and devotion. Their love is toxic, dangerous, and inescapable-and neither of them would have it any other way.

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 "𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦" _______________★ Kyra Agnihotri is sunshine with a sharp edge. She is pure empathy and warmth, but don't mistake her kindness for weakness-she has a fierce independence and an "I don't give a damn" attitude that no one can break. Abhiman Shekhawat is a frozen fortress. On the football field, he is a lethal striker-fast, aggressive, and untouchable. Off the pitch, he is a silent iceberg, hiding a soul-wrecking trauma behind a wall of cold privilege. He wins every game, but he is losing the war against his own ghosts. ________________★

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙮... "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝" 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝... 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍....

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

Rudra Singh Rathore, 26 yr old.✨ A man who has never bowed down to anyone and never will. Ruthless, arrogant, and a commanding presence, he is the mafia king and CEO of the Rathore Company. Fearless, he has no concern for losing anything, and the word "sorry" doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Family is his top priority, surpassing all else. He believes he is not made for love, considering it a weakness; he believes he can never truly love anyone. ♡ Purvi Sharma, 19 yr old. 🎀 Purvi Sharma is a bright and compassionate 19-year-old girl, cherished as the sole child by her loving parents. She values the warmth of her close-knit family and possesses a kind heart that resonates with empathy, making her deeply sensitive to the feelings of others. Despite the darkness that surrounds her, Her gentle soul remains untouched, as her sensitivity and empathy keep her rooted in positivity, shielding her from life's harsher aspects. Although she can be easily hurt, she never reciprocates pain, fully understanding the weight of sorrow. The story of two different people.

#1 - mental #1 - adoption #1 - saveme #1 - angerissues #4 - bipolar "Only you make me feel better." He said and pressed his soft lips against mine. Book cover by Erykah Drake