"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

Her softness is not submission, but siege warfare. His power is not strength, but the armor welded over old wounds. And when at last they collide-king and captive, tempest and throne-they discover the same terrible truth, '𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨' Dive in the Journey of Love, Betrayal and Secrets.

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 "Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Replacement Touch her and die She fell first he fell harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @naynraex aka me #3 in top 10 in india : 30/03/2026 #5 : 31/03/2026

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 Ekraaj Thakur (29) - MLA. Street-born. Power-forged. He rose with blood under his nails and silence in his stride. The city fears him, not because he roars - but because he never needs to. Order comes when he walks in. Chaos follows when he leaves. Jiya Sengupta (22) - A girl who was never meant to enter his orbit. Eyes louder than bullets, and the scents of rain old pages. A woman raised on principles and a poetry wrapped in silk. He could destroy her world with a word. She could dismantle his with a sentence. And when it comes to love, Either the city will burn ... Or their rules will. 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✅️Grumpy × Sunshine ✅️Touch Her and Die ✅️ Arranged Engagement ✅️Slow Burn Marriage ✅️ Age gap ✅️ Politician × College girl ✅️ "I'll Burn the world" × "Please Take off your Shoes" ✅️ Obsessed and Possessive ✅️ Soft only for her 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧-𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.