‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

Guru, a ruthless gangster loyal to Sanjay Bhai, lives by the rules of the underworld-until fate plays a cruel joke. At his enemy's daughter's wedding, he kidnaps the bride for revenge... only to later discover she's Avni, the enemy's other daughter. Avni, who lived peacefully with her mother far from this brutal world, is pulled into chaos after her mother's death. Returning to her estranged father's home, she never imagined that stepping in for her sister on the wedding stage-to protect her family's honor-would change her life forever. Now forced into a marriage born of hate, trapped in a world she doesn't belong to, Avni must survive among enemies while guarding her heart. But what happens when the man who took everything from her begins to fall for the fire in her eyes? A tale of betrayal, passion, and unexpected love-where revenge was the plan, but destiny had other ideas.

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

[UNDER EDITING] [FINISHED] [MATURE] The heir to the Italian Mafia's thrown, the king of the mafia; Lorenzo D'Angelo. Born and raised with power and even fame, He basically has everything in the palm of his hand. A don with a body of an Italian god, and a face of a model. The new don kills without regret or remorse, he wears the scars on his hands and all over his body like jewelry and danger lingers and follows him everywhere, people run from even his shadow. He is the most feared man anyone could think of in the Mafia world. He is a Sinister. What happens when this sinister finds it's worse sin, his match. The girl he can't have, the FBI agent sent to bring him in. Sage Hendrix, the girl raised to be in the FBI before she could even walk or talk. A fighting machine, trained to seduce and hunt people down, even kill them without looking back. A body of a goddess that has men on their knees. A snarky and sarcastic personality that she uses to cover her real self from outside eyes. People fear her, her presence even breathing the same air as her. She is on the top, one of the best agents in the whole agency. What happens when she finds out the truth? Uncovers lies that break people beyond repair, broke her beyond repair. She was sent to London to destroy the one they call the Sinister, not become his biggest Sin. But all actions have consequences... Book two in the D'Angelo Series Highest rankings so far #2 in Mafia #1 in mafia #1 In Snarky #1 in Booktwo #1 in FBI #1 in Smutwarning #2 in italian #1 in Romance #1 in love

She was trained to protect lives. Not to marry into one that would never accept her. Riyanshi Rathore , a fierce and decorated police officer, has spent her life hiding the wounds of her past. Blamed by her only brother for the tragic death of their parents, she has no one - just her uniform, her pride, and a quiet ache for a family she believes she'll never have. When she's assigned to protect Vivan Singh Rajput, heir to one of India's most powerful royal-industrial families, her life takes a turn she never expected. Vivan is cold, untouchable, and ruled by tradition. He's never allowed a woman near him - except for his mother and sister. Riyanshi is the last person he wants shadowing his every move. But when his high-profile wedding falls apart in public scandal, Riyanshi is forced into an unthinkable position - to step in as his bride, not for love... but to protect his family's honor. She becomes Rani Riyanshi Singh Rajput, in name only. Welcomed by the royal family but Unloved by the man she married. Yet through her quiet strength, fearless loyalty, and unshakable dignity - she slowly wins their hearts. And soon, the man who once saw her as nothing... begins to crave her as everything.

"Jungkook, you have to get married now!" his father's voice thundered through the grand mansion. Jungkook's jaw clenched as he glared at the older man. "Fine. But I will only marry Han Mirae-my girlfriend." His voice was sharp, unwavering. His father scoffed, shaking his head. "Jungkook, why don't you understand? She's nothing but a gold digger." But Jungkook refused to listen. Mirae was his choice, and no one could dictate his life. However, time had a way of unraveling illusions. As months passed, unbearable conflicts emerged between Jungkook and Mirae, revealing cracks in their so-called love. Lies, betrayal, and mistrust turned their relationship into a battlefield. "Fine, Father. I'll marry. But remember this-this marriage will only exist on paper." His words were cold, final. Little did he know, this one decision would entangle him in a fate he never anticipated. _________________________________________________ "J-Jungkook, please... trust me! I didn't do it!" Jane's voice trembled, fear evident in her eyes. Jungkook scoffed, his sharp gaze piercing through her. "First of all, stop crying." His voice was laced with venom, void of any sympathy. Jane swallowed hard, her vision blurry with unshed tears. "I-I'm s-sorry-" "Fvcking shut up. You talk too much." His patience snapped. Without another word, he grabbed her delicate jaw and crashed his lips onto hers with raw, unforgiving force. She was his now-whether she wanted to be or not.

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝘅 𝗟𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝘅 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── She was fire-fierce, relentless, and determined to heal. He was ice-cold, untouchable, and built to never break. Lavika Mehra had dreams far bigger than love, and Ishaan Agnihotri had walls far stronger than fate. They weren't meant to cross paths, let alone collide. But from the moment they did, the universe never stopped pulling them back together-through unspoken confessions, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them could ignore. He tried to resist. She tried to move on. But love is never that simple. Between the weight of responsibilities, a past that refuses to fade, and a fate that keeps testing them-will they surrender to the inevitable or let destiny slip through their fingers? Because some loves are gentle. Some loves are kind. And some? Some are written in fate, impossible to escape. 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒: @𝖌𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊_𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗 -𝕽𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞💋ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

Nuisance is her middle name Perfection is his When I first saw him I was blown away with his baby blue eyes. The second time I wanted to know more about him. But the third time, I knew he was a trouble in my paradise. I never felt attracted towards someone in this short span of time and that too without knowing a single thing about them. But this Man, right here is making my irrational side active. The problem is I can't have any sort of equation with him even if I want to. He is a forbidden fruit which I want to taste. The urge is so bad I can't tell you. But is it worth it? Is he worth it? Dive into my story to know what will happen. Cause honestly even I don't know what's there for me on the plate.

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •