TRIGGER WARNINGS :- blackmailing :- attempted r@pe :- blood :- child @buse :-de@th :-domestic abuse :-guns :-extreme graphic violence :-graphic sexual situations :-incestuous situation :-kidnapping :-murder :-self-harm :-suicide This is a story of Russian Mafia and indian girl who are forced to get married for peaceful alliance...

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❝ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞"❞ 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒂 ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. "𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚" 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. "𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. "𝑺𝒊𝒕" 𝑯𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏- 𝑶𝒉" 𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 ꨄ 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 🥇

A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her. Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desired caging her in his world. A broken soul will be broken more by a Sinner. This Sinner who loves sinning without repenting.... ...without remorse. Join the journey of the mute with her Sinner by reading this Story. **IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY WILL CONTAIL 18+ SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NON CONSENT SCENES AND SWEARINGS 🤬. I DON'T SUPPORT ANY OF THEM. SO IF Ur UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY. THANKS***

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ Top 8 in India (23/8/2026) #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .