"when all lines of obsession blurs" I want give much hint u peep into the story

In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is inherited and loyalty is demanded, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Shivaay Rathore-cold-hearted, disciplined, and destined to be the future King-is a man who bows to duty, not desire. Feared by his enemies and revered by his people, his world is built on control and legacy. But when his grandmother brings home a quiet, innocent village girl from Sitamgarh, his carefully ordered life begins to fracture. Isha Singh-an orphan raised in silence, shaped by struggle-is thrust into a world of silk and secrets. Chosen by fate, or perhaps by obsession, she steps into a palace where she belongs to no one... and yet, catches the eye of the man who rules it. A forced marriage. A forbidden love. She was never meant to be his queen. But he? He was always destined to fall. #1 in #royalfamily (29 may, 2025), (1 june, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #2 in #forcedmarriage (29 may, 2025) #1 in #Indian (29 may, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (11 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #1 in #dark romance (29 may, 2025)

#2 in Love series "She's just an unwanted addition in my life. I don't give a fuck if she even dies." Rudra Ahuja, CEO of Ahuja industries and business partner of Malhotra Co., He is one of India's top ten bachelors but is a fuckboy indeed. He believes every girl just wants money and pleasure. He doesn't believe in the concept of love. "He's a devil. Loving him feels like a mistake but I want to commit this mistake and love him forever" Janvi Arora, a sweet sunshine girl, a cs engineer. She's a daughter of a businessman but is not interested in their family business. She lives with her grandmother in Mumbai and works for Malhotra Co.. She's a book worm and wants someone to love her just like a fictional man does.

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

#Top 1 in India ( 29,30,31/07/2025)(1,2,3/08/25) #Top 2 in India #Top 9 in India #Top 3 in india #Top 6 in India [ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲! ] __________ ☆𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭☆ _________ ✿What will happen when a newly wedded bride shivanya sitting alone in his newly wedded husband room and waiting for him but he doesn't come and she will meet him after 5 months of her wedding✿ Yaksh Shekhawat: With very anger and cold personality. Who is king of Aryagarh, known as Rana sa. CEO of shekhawat industries. Full of tragedic mystery. Anger is such that people's hands and legs start trembling. Even his calm gaze showers embers. He has very high anger issues which only his family members know about except Shivanya. He becomes a demon in anger whom no one has been able to calm him . Will Shivanya be able to live with him? Shivanya yaksh shekhawat : She was like a ice, medicine and cure nature for him. She is goddess of beauty. She is Rani sa or queen of Aryagarh. She had a bad past that was cause of her fear , running from her past but never cured from it. °°Glimpses°° His eyes fall on her parted red lips. She closed her eyes when his breath hits on her lips. She feels hot. Her surroundings give her warm sensation in her all body .But he leaned towards her ear, he blows air making to side the hair straind which plays on her cheeks. She clutch lightly his kurta. His hands caresses her waist by making different patterns makes her lost. She takes a deep breath. " gorgeous.." he huskily whispered near her ears making her tightly gripped on his kurta. He lightly placed his lips on her earlobs. A wave of sensation ran down to her spine. Her cheeks getting more warmed. She hurriedly moved from his hold and going to turn when he stops her by holding her wrist. " Rukiye .." he said.

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

She saved him once. Now he can't let her go-even if it means caging her heart. "One night changed everything. Now, he'll burn the world to keep her". "Bound by fate. Trapped by desire." The night was thunder-washed, the kind of storm that could wash away blood and secrets. Aarya didn't expect to find a bleeding man in the middle of nowhere. Definitely not one with a gun tucked in his belt and rage in his eyes. But instincts took over, and she dragged him into her barn, stitched him up, and locked him in her store room. Just for one night. Just until morning. She never expected him to remember her. She never expected him to look at her like she was his. But Kian Vora never forgot. Not the girl who dared to hold him hostage. Not the one who patched him up and vanished. So when fate kept throwing her into his world-again and again-he mistook it for destiny. And when she didn't return his obsession, he mistook that for betrayal. So he took her. Not to hurt her. Just to keep her. as his Even if she hated him for it.

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️