"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TARA ROY: Tara was 21, all quiet resilience and hidden softness she refused to let the world touch. When her father died, he left behind 25 lakh in debt and a one-week deadline that felt like a ticking bomb beneath her feet. REHAN SINGHANIA: Rehan Singhania was 29, controlled, calculated and dangerously composed. A CEO who built his empire on precision, not chance. He doesn't move without strategy. He doesn't believe in coincidences. And he never reaches for something he doesn't intend to keep. --- When he offers her marriage in exchange for clearing her debt, it sounds simple. A contract. A solution. An escape. But nothing about Rehan is ever simple. He looks at her like she's already chosen. Protects her like she already belongs to him. Wants her with an intensity that feels less like impulse... and more like inevitability. So was it really fate that brought him to her at her lowest? Or was Tara never drowning at all- just stepping exactly where he'd been waiting all along?

Ruhi Mehta is just a normal college girl. Books, classes, juice with her best friend Ekansh Roy, that's all she wanted. But her world shatters the day she learns the truth about her father's bosses. They are not ordinary men. They are the Rajvansh triplets, Abhi, Abhay, and Abheer. Ruthless. Rich. Feared. The kind of men people whisper about but never dare to face. Men who hate women, men who built their empire on blood and sins. When Ruhi is brought into their company one day, she thinks it will be one short visit. Instead, the triplets see her innocence... and decide they want her. Not one of them. All three. Even if it means caging her, marrying her by force, and turning her life into a storm she can't escape. Her father risks everything to save her, but once she becomes their wife, there is no way back. Life continues, but now with guards, jealous stares, dark obsession, and nights that blur the line between fear and love. The triplets control her every move, hate her closeness with her gay bestie, and burn with jealousy she doesn't understand. Slowly, between threats, punishments, twisted care, and unwanted tenderness, Ruhi begins to see the broken boys hiding behind the monsters. Boys with a past darker than hell. But can the softest heart really love three devils? Or will their bloodstained hands drag her down forever? Three devils. One captive heart. Vote. Comment. Follow. ♥️

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Y/n Jamali lived a life of calm and flowers. At twenty-six, she was always lost in books, unaware that her quiet world was about to collide with Lyari's uncrowned ruler. She had no idea that this encounter would leave her tangled, confused and totally vulnerable enough to slowly lead her toward her own ruin.

I'm writing the prequel of Rehmat. This is where it all begins-before love, before blood, before promises. A small request to everyone reading this fanfic: please wear your earbuds 🎧 and play the Saiyaara movie BGM while reading. I promise you- the emotions will hit harder, the silences will speak louder, and the moments will feel painfully real... because some stories are meant to be felt, not just read. 🤍✨ Stay with me on this journey.

He hates the law. Despises it. Breaks it for a living. Akshaye Khanna is a man with blood on his hands and power in his silence - a gangster who wears legality like a disguise. To the world, he's untouchable. To the underworld, he's feared. And to himself, he's someone who stopped believing in justice a long time ago. Shambhavi Deshpande believes in it. A corporate professional with a legal backbone and a conscience that refuses to bend, she was never meant to cross his path - and yet, danger doesn't care about intentions. When her life becomes collateral damage in a war she didn't start, the last person who should protect her is the only one who does. He tells himself it's not personal. That her job doesn't concern him. That he's only keeping her alive. But the truth is quieter. Darker. Because somewhere between bruises and bulletproof safe houses, between whispered confessions and unspoken restraint, Akshaye realizes he isn't protecting the law. He's protecting her. And caring has always been the most dangerous crime of all.

The story of Rehman Baloch and Ulfat Two souls, Two paths, Two different worlds. One built by guns, gangs, violence and fear. The other built of protection, defiance and perfection. Ulfat spent her whole life guarded by her own self built reputation. A woman made of poise and elegance, a soft heart with a tender exterior. Rehman. A man who softens for no one, a presence, a presence so strong others seem to tremble around it. Dark, mysterious and dangerous. Two paths some would say should never cross. But what happens when they do?

He ruled the city with bullets, blood, and fear. No one looked into Rehman Dakait's eyes and lived to tell the tale until she did. She walked into his world like a mistake he should've killed. Soft hands, innocent eyes, a mouth that challenged every rule he made. He wanted peace. She gave him war. He wanted control. She made him lose it. He wanted to stay away. But she tasted like sin... and he'd been starving his whole life. In the underworld, love is a weakness. But with her, it becomes his most dangerous obsession. This isn't love. This is possession. This is Rehman Dakait's Dark Romance.

In a city that remembers everything, two lives move dangerously close to each other. Ulfat Zafar belongs to a world built on respectability and distance. Rehman Dakait rules one shaped by blood and consequence. This is not a love story. It's a consequence. مقدّر