𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 -

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

#Top 1 in India (05-18/04/2025) #Top 3 in India (04/2025) #Top 5 in India (05/2025) #Top 6 in India (21/04/2025) #Top 8 in India (05/2025) ⟡ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 X 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 ⟡ ─⭑──────────── A man who paints his demons onto canvas, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 is no stranger to obsession. Silence is his refuge, control in his nature. Marriage was never in his plans-until the echo of a past long buried led him to something he never realized he was seeking. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 was never meant to be his. But when fate delivered her to his feet, he didn't hesitate. Now, she stands at the threshold of a life she never asked for, bound to a man who saved her-but refuses to set her free. Some cages are built from protection. Some saviors are anything but holy. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ 𝗧 𝗿 𝗼 𝗽 𝗲 𝘀: • Forced marriage • Morally Grey MMC • Age gap • Dark Possessiveness • rom-com ───────────⭑─

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ CENTRAL HIGH Where all the spoilt kids belong. Amidst the crowd of rich entitled kids, there were the two who had the whole school by storm. Saad Van Doren and Sarah Roy Chowdhury. She hates him and he very much participates in her hating game, but that is until little Sarah starts showing her interest in a boy, who is obviously not Saad. That's when Saad's Psychotic obsession comes out, even if she hates him, she's his to date, his to fuck and his to love. No one can touch her but him. And he'll make sure that she knows it. Having an obsessed lover is a blessing but an obsessed rival who can go to any extent to make you his is a dangerous trap. But danger is what they found solace in.

She was never his to take, but he claimed her anyway. In the ruthless Baldwin world, power is law, and obsession consumes all. A young girl, stripped of freedom, becomes their prey in a brutal game of possession. Ray, the cold heir, burns with twisted desire to own her. Azar, the rebel, fights to make her submit. To the Baldwins, she is more than a girl-she's their obsession, their fortune, their possession. In a house ruled by darkness, love is a weapon, escape is a lie, and only one will win. But will it be the right one-or the wrong?

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

Hafid, a cold-blooded mastermind, descended from a powerful political family and deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, is driven by an unyielding desire to keep Shanvi, his wife, close. In order to bind her to him forever and never let her go, he'd go to any extreme, even if it meant shattering her world and forcing her to stay after she discovered his dark side. ..... The college Diwali festival marked the beginning of Shanvi's crush on Hafid. As the chief guest, he stood out, though he attended reluctantly on behalf of his well-known father, Mr. Hamza Ali. Initially, Hafid didn't pay much attention to Shanvi yet, over time, a connection began to form. However, by the time Hafid recognized his feelings for Shanvi, it was too late to act on them. YES- He Lost It All. Her trust, love, everything that once bound them. All that remained was her seething hatred. She despised him, not just for who he was, but for letting herself fall for him. Her self-blame grew stronger as she realized she had disregarded her parents' warnings and married him against their wishes. She tried to get apart, but.... Through every challenge, he vowed to make her HIS, regardless of her consent. Amid the chaos, he was determined to rewrite their story, even if it meant facing the fiercest storms. ................................................................. "I will escape you and your dark world." - Shanvi. "I plan on giving you my heartbeat before I let you go." - Hafid. [WARNING - Violence + Adult Content]