To the world, he is a Beast. To the world, she is a Ghost. To a baby, they are everything. Rudra doesn't do "gentle." He is a storm of iron and cold calculation, a man whose presence usually clears a room. Anshika is his polar opposite-a woman of soft whispers and averted eyes, someone who has spent her life staying out of the spotlight. They were strangers until a blood-soaked promise tied them together. When a dying couple entrusts them with a ten-month-old infant, the instruction is chillingly clear: Do not trust the bloodline. Protect him from everyone. To save the child from a war he's too young to understand, Rudra and Anshika must commit to the ultimate masquerade. They aren't just protectors; they are now parents. In the glittering boardrooms of Bangalore and the crowded halls of elite weddings, they must convince the world that the child in their arms is their own. For Rudra, it means suppressing the lethal beast within to play the part of a devoted father. For Anshika, it means stepping out of the shadows to stand as the shield for a family that didn't exist yesterday. As they navigate bottle-feedings by night and high-stakes secrets by day, the lie begins to feel dangerously real. But in a world where the child's true identity is a death warrant, they must play their parts perfectly. Because if the world discovers that this "perfect family" is a fiction, the massacre they survived in the valley will only be the beginning. One lie to save him. One promise to hold them together. A thousand secrets that could tear them apart.

These stories aren't here to comfort you. They pull. Slowly. Quietly. Until you don't realize when you stopped reading... and started feeling. This isn't shallow writing meant to impress. It's the kind that lingers-where tension builds, where moments stretch, where something inside you leans in instead of stepping back. You might question it. You might pause. But you won't leave. Also... You've been warned. These stories slip into darker spaces-where lines blur and choices don't feel so simple anymore. If this isn't for you, you're free to leave. No hard feelings. But if you choose to stay... then what you feel, what you think, what pulls you deeper- that's yours to carry. Not mine. .

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆. ​ Shanvi Rathore, a prodigy, earned a scholarship to the main branch of the academy, unaware that her life was about to change completely. Obsidian Crest Academy is not just any institution. It is where the children of the rich, the elite, and the powerful study, where influence is inherited and authority is unquestioned. From the outside, it looks like heaven, a dream thousands of students would give anything to live. Inside, it is worse than hell. Because here, everything is a game. A game that brutally destroys the one it chooses. There are two groups who rule it. The Crowned Kings and The Black Sovereigns. A single card decides your fate. A Red Card from the Crowned Kings or a Black Card from the Black Sovereigns, and neither of them promises your safety or your place in the academy. And above them all stand the Ranawats. Six brothers and one father, a family woven into power, politics, and control. They are the elite. They are authority. They do not demand respect, it is given without question. Shaurya Ranawat, the eldest, the Chief Minister of Rajasthan. Harsh Ranawat, the second, a force in the world of business. And the remaining four brothers, the ones who created the Crowned Kings, hold a kind of power that cannot be defined, only feared. What happens when Shanvi enters their world? First as a scholarship student. And later, as their step sister. One thing is certain. They are fully aware of the power they hold and the things they protect. They claim they want to destroy her, yet the way they look at her says something far more dangerous, as if they would burn an entire country to ashes just to keep her untouched.

Aaravi has always lived life on her own terms-quiet, independent, enjoying her own Prescence, careful not to get too close to anyone. Connections, attachments, long-term ties... none of it appeals to her but randomly meeting stranger has never been a problem. She's content in her world of routines--paints, files, books, sketches, events and the company of her brothers. And then, out of no-where, someone appears who is strangely like her. Similar names to similar habits. A flicker of familiarity, a mirror of habits and choices, leaving her unsettled-and curious. That encounter is enough to stir something she didn't know existed, that is enough for something to vanish which she expected will stay with her throughout the life, making her question parts of herself she had carefully kept hidden. But life has a way of pulling her into a world she never imagined she'd be a part of. A world that demands more than she ever thought she could bear. Where choices carry consequences far beyond herself, and shadows linger behind every corner. What happens when suddenly she realises all the life she led was a lie? All the life she made wasn't hers? Can she let warmth into a life she's always kept carefully distant? What will she do when she has always avoided people, but now will be surrounded by one or the other all the time?? What happens when the world she's kept at a distance suddenly demands everything from her? Will she be able to handle a life far bigger-and far darker-than the one she knows and the one she is used to? And when shadows begin to stir, will she rise to meet them... or fall? Some shadows wait patiently... for the girl who never thought she'd belong. And when the shadows stir, will she be ready? Crowns of Shadows.

She has always lived in a world of stories, a girl who believes in love, not the fleeting kind, but the kind that makes your heart race, your soul tremble, and your world feel complete. Aradhya, a cheerful, bubbly software developer, finds solace in fictional worlds whenever reality feels too heavy. She is loyal, kind, and deeply devoted to her family, always putting their happiness before her own. On the outside, she smiles at everyone, but no one sees the depths of her heart, the quiet longing to be truly loved, to be someone's first priority, to be held and cherished the way she dreams. He, on the other hand, has never been interested in love. Rudransh Singh Rathore is a man of power, discipline, and danger - a walking storm, a king in his world, and yet a devil in everyone else's eyes. He doesn't seek love because no one has ever made him feel it... until he sees her. The moment their worlds collide, something shifts within him. He can't forget her face. He doesn't understand what's happening, this is a feeling he's never known. One thing becomes certain: she is his, and he is hers. But Rudransh is darkness incarnate, and she is light. He is danger, and she is hope. She knows he is a walking hell, yet she chooses to step into his world willingly. She trusts him - though every instinct screams caution. What happens when an angel meets a devil? Will she find the love she's always dreamed of? Will Rudransh ever make her his priority, or will his darkness consume them both? In a world where love is both a refuge and a battlefield, only one thing is certain: when Aradhya and Rudransh collide, nothing will ever be the same. © 2026 Ignovia. All rights reserved.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When it gets to the verge where you don't feel connections with anyone, the feeling of giving everything up eats you. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, an aspiring scholar who struggles amidst the chaos occurred months ago that disrupts her life and a constant unsettling feeling gnaws at her. After her sister left her. She's no more the same person she used to be... . 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, the youngest son of Abeer Parihaar. With full inspiration of living his life to the fullest, Aarav has his goals set - drive the best cars, thrive on your intrusive thoughts.. and never look back. . Due to some positive deviations in both of their lives, a strange obsession to drive one another on the edge overpowers their wits. "I HATE YOU" "Kiss me and say that" **smirks** AaravxMayra