𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝐊𝖎𝖓𝖌 × 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝐏𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝐒𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝕴𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝐊𝖎𝖓𝖌 × 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 × 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝐒𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖗 × 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝕮𝕰𝐎 × 𝐒𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖗𝐲 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 × 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝐤 𝐎𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 × 𝐒𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝐒𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 × 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝐒𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝐤𝖊𝖗 × 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝐤𝖊𝖗 𝐒𝖎𝖓 × 𝐒𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 "𝐘𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊" × "𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝕸𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙" 𝕽𝖆𝖏𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖇 × 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖊 ────୨ৎ──── ✨ This isn't just a story... it's a storm. Two souls bound by fate-one consumed by obsession, the other by selfless love. Torn apart again and again, yet drawn back through fire and blood, carving their names into a history that refuses to fade. This isn't a tale you simply read... it lingers-in your veins, your memories, your quietest moments. ✨ ✧༝┉𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ┉༝✧ My eyes snapped open. Pain. Blur. Then-wooden walls. A cabin.I was tied. Rope burned my wrists. Panic rose. And him. Nihal. Watching. Waiting. "Let me go!!!" "No." I fought harder. "LET ME GO!!!" A sigh. The ropes loosened. The door opened-light crashed in. Not land. Sky. A helicopter. Wind roaring. "Go." I stepped forward-freedom or death- His fingers gripped my arm. He pulled me back, my body colliding with his, his arm locking around my waist. My breath hitched. My breath hitched. "What-!!!???" He kissed me. Everything blurred. The world hung- between his arms... and the fall below. ────୨ৎ────

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

STOP RIGHT THERE Mrs Priya Ekaansh Raghuvanshi, a shiver ran down her spine listening his dangerous voice she gulp and tightly close her eyes,she was clutching her saree in her hands that her life depend on it. When she stop at her place but didn't turn then he marched towards her with long strides , he holds her wrist in his tight grip without hurting her he pull her towards him that she collided with his chest she put her one hand on his chest so that she didn't fall. She open her eyes immediately because of his sudden pull,her brown doe like eyes meet with his black and dark eyes which is showing nothing but anger and hurt. But she was not able to maintain an eye contact with him so she immediately look down on her hand which was on his chest. Why the hell are you ignoring me since evening Mrs Raghuvanshi care to explain??he asked with irritating and slight anger in his voice. But she didn't said anything,she was Just looking down,she bite her lower lip in nervousness and his close proximity isn't helping at all. When he didn't get any answer from her he hold her shoulder and yelled at her ANSWER ME DAMMIT. Ji.....ji...wohh....main...she said stammering tears fall from her eyes.because it's her first time seeing his anger. when an innocent and shy girl is arranged into marriage with cold and top most sexiest businesses tycoon. "It is typical arrange marriage without any enemy it's just normal marriage life". let's see how love is going to bloom in both of their hearts. Let's see if he is cold with her also or not??? #6- family #1- Hindi #1-india #14- arrange marriage #10-love life #4- cute romance #3- wife

𝘼 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩 was a shy girl. Her ideal Friday night was staying in and reading with a warm cup of coffee at her side. She and her best friend, Vivian, are now starting their first year in college, and moving away from home was easier than she thought. Everything in her life seemed to be going simple and smoothly. That is, until one day she bumped into him. Dark, dangerous, and hot is how she would describe this man. The man who would turn her world upside. 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙨 was a dangerous man. Living on this Earth for over 150 years and not having his mate at his side made him ruthless. As the Alpha of the biggest and strongest pack in the world, he needed to keep his reputation as such. Most people thought he had a reason to be heartless, but all he wanted was his sweet mate he had been searching for. He had lost hope until one day, he met her. Small, innocent, and above all, the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, and she was his. The woman who would make his heart beat again. ⭒❃.✮:▹ Copyright © 2025

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

BASED ON TRUTHS GIRLS RARELY CONFESS AND DRAWN FROM OBSESSIONS DARKER THAN FICTION, THIS STORY WALKS THE RAZOR'S EDGE BETWEEN DESIRE AND DESTRUCTION. He's too old. too dangerous. too obsessed. but he found her. and he's never letting go. alessia has lived in silence - quiet, invisible, forgotten. until leo. he sees her. wants her. owns her. He watched her sleep. Tracked her online. Erased anyone who got too close. Now he's in her life, and he doesn't care if it's wrong. Sometimes he dreams of her moaning his name... before she's even kissed him. Age gap? YESSSS. Obsession? YESSS. Consent? Slippery. This isn't romance that heals. It's hunger that claws under your skin, a love that feels intoxicating until it turns suffocating. It whispers in the dark: "You were mine before you ever looked at me." Dark romance collides with psychological terror. What Leo does to Alessia doesn't only exist in fiction - it's the kind of manipulation and control that hides behind closed doors in real life. Read if you crave broken girls, dangerous men, possessive obsession, emotional ruin, and control disguised as care. But remember: every touch has a price. Every promise hides a trap. And once you fall into his world, there is no way back. Not soft. Not sweet. Not safe. This isn't a love story. It's a mind game. 🖤 New chapters on Mondays only 🖤

Hogwarts had been rebuilt and Headmistress McGonagall had accepted any 7th years from before the war to return if they wanted for their last year. Draco returned for reasons only known to him and his family, he was part Veela, and all this time he had known who his Mate was, but was selfish. He only wanted someone like him, but after the war He realized how awful it would be to have someone similar to him. As Half-Veela, his Veela senses were heightened emotions and feeling as if his heart could burst with joy whenever he saw her, but he had been able to control it and hide it until this year. Half Veela won't fully come into their 'inheritance' of being most like full Veela until their seventeenth year. It was his last year to get her to fall in love with him or he would die on his 18th birthday.

Iris Calder finally has everything she's ever wanted: a quiet home, a devoted fiancé, and a life untouched by chaos. Theo Blackwell keeps his promises-he protects her, provides for her, and ensures nothing threatens their peace. But devotion has a shadow, and the closer he holds her, the harder it becomes to tell where love ends and possession begins.