#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · 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. 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. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Update's on every Tuesday and Friday. 🧿 Two worlds. Four love stories. One journey of hearts. ___________________________________________________________ Aditya × Vedika "Vedika, please mujhe maaf kar do," Aditya pleaded. "Kyun chhoda tha tumne mujhe?" she cried. "Maa bhi chali gayi... aur tum bhi." He looked down, guilt heavy in his eyes. "Kabhi-kabhi halat majboor kar dete hain," he whispered as she walked away. --- Rayan × Dhrishti "Aap kaafi pyaari hain," Rayan said with a smile. "Wife toh bas khana banane ke liye hoti hai na?" she murmured. "Nahi," he replied softly. "Agar pasand nahi toh mat banao. Rajpurohit Enterprises hamesha aapka hai." Dhrishti smiled faintly, a blush creeping on her cheeks. --- Bhavishya × Akshita "Kya maal hai aap," Akshita muttered, eyeing him in black shirt. Bhavishya and Aditya choked on their coffee. "Kya bola tune?" Aditya asked. "Mera matlab-Kamal hai!" she grinned, winking at Bhavishya, who rolled his eyes. --- Kunal × Kritika "Yeh aapke liye," Kunal said, handing her papers. "Yeh kya hai?" she asked. "Shaadi humari marzi se nahi thi, par main kuch karna chahta tha. Yeh aapke naye hospital ke papers hain." Kritika looked at him, surprised-and a little moved. --- Mystery couple He looked at her with a teasing smile. "Hum aapse prem kaise na kara, mohatarma? Pehli nazar mein dil ke gayi aap toh humhara." She made a disgusted face. "Ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. "Kya boli aap, rid ki lous?" he said, and she face-palmed. "By God, I am gonna kill you," she muttered. "Par aap bhagwan ka naam lekar humhe marna wali hai?" he teased. She glared and walked off. He smirked at her disappearing figure. "Sorry, baby. I know how to speak English, but love to get under your skin." ___________________________________________________ ✨ A tapestry of promises, second chances, slow-burn passions, and the many shades of love that make hearts beat as one.