︵‿୨ SEASON 1 ୧‿︵ She never loved him but he was determined to have her, no matter the cost. He was an addict, and from the moment he laid eyes on her, she became his most dangerous addiction. [ AAHIL SINGH RATHORE × JASMINE OBEROI ] "I was crying..but he just stood there, staring. 'Let me go,' I pleaded. 'You're not going anywhere,' he said. 'You'll sleep here. With me. Tonight.' 'Why?' 'Because I love you,' he said like it was the simplest thing in the world." "Sweetheart." The word alone sent shivers down my spine. "Because you're mine.Fucking mine." 💼Aahil Singh Rathore Age:29 Title:CEO, AR Enterprises Ruthless. Obsessively possessive. Domineering.A powerful man with a dangerous past. 🎀Jasmine Oberoi Age:18 The very picture of innocence, shy, soft-hearted, She's beautiful... and far too naive for the world. What happens when a cold-hearted billionaire and feared mafia boss falls head over heels for an innocent girl? ✨Brace yourself for a gripping tale of dark obsession and twisted love. ︵‿୨ SEASON 2 ୧‿︵ "Ethya... he wasn't your husband," the man tells her as he hands her medicine. "He was obsessed with you. He kidnapped you. You escaped and I saved you.That's why I'm keeping you safe here with me." But if he's telling the truth.. why can't she remember anything? "Where is my wife?" he roars. "I swear to God, I'll tear you apart if you even think about hurting her." "What is your name?" "I'm..Jasm-ine." she whispers. "I'm Ja-smine..Aahil Sing-h Rat-hore." "Who is Rishabh to you?" he growls next. "No one!" she cries. Only then does he pull the gun away..and removed his fingers from her clit. "I'm begging you..give me my wife back." "You'll never get her back.NEVER." ⚠️ Warning:Contains mature themes. 🤫Season 2 begins with the truth hidden beneath the lies a stolen identity, a twisted obsession, and a love so powerful it starts a war. Only the readers who paid at attention in Season 1 will catch the clue

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 TEENFICTION #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

𝘼 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 " 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙧𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮. " ~ 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙉𝘼 𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙎 🦋💐🖌️ " 𝙎𝙪𝙣 ! 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 , 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚! 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣! 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙊𝙧 𝙈𝙮 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉, 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 ! 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙣! " ~ 𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆 🥂👄🔪 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚? 𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙩. 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 .

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

"I've been to Paris many times before but this time I found 𝑀𝑦 Love in the city of love." 𝑹𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. These are the words the world uses to describe 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆-a man cloaked in power and darkness. The devil in disguise, wearing the face of an angel. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of his enemies... and even his own blood dares not cross him. Feared by many. Respected by all. The billionaire CEO. The merciless Mafia King. He never believed in love. He never intended to fall. But the moment his icy blue gaze met her warm honey eyes- he fell to his knees... and he's stayed there ever since. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. Graceful. Fierce. Unapologetically kind. She is 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡, the only daughter of the royal Rajvansh family, the golden girl of Rajasthan. A self-made fashion mogul, CEO of the luxury brand Desire. Adored by all, protected like a treasure. With a smile that could calm storms and a presence that demanded loyalty, she was beauty wrapped in fire. And when her honeyed gaze met those stormy blue orbs, she didn't just see a man- she saw her destiny. The world calls him a monster. But to her, he is simply Maan. Her home. Her protector. Her madness. "𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡... 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎout

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

~ A L L E S A N D R O B L A C K W E L L ~ The silken torment of her hair, the phantom ghost of her scent, the lethal curve of her lips-I am haunted by the softness of her skin and the melody of a voice that could summon devils. She possesses a mouth as sharp as a blade, a tongue that cuts deep, but it is those eyes... those endless, abyssal black orbs that stare back at me, daring me to break. Her confidence is a collar around my throat, tightening until the air turns thin. It brings me to my knees, a king desperate to kneel, trembling with the need to surrender my very soul at her altar. She is whiskey in a porcelain teacup fragile, deceptive, and burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And I am the addict, parched and trembling, dying for a single taste of that ruin, desperate to drain the cup. She was never merely a part of my world. She is the axis on which my world turns. She is my world. ~ K A L Y A N I D E S H M U K H ~ He was the midnight rain cold, relentless, and washing over everything in his path. He was the exquisite kind of ache, a beautiful sorrow that offered a terrifying, silent peace. A pain that felt like salvation. But I was an intruder in his gilded empire. He was carved from the finest marble of luxury, born into a world of opulence where I had no place to stand. He was the King seated upon a throne of shadows, and I was merely his lawyer nothing more, nothing less. He was the storm that owned the night, and I was the moon that had no choice but to wane, to vanish, and finally, to leave.