❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

When her past coming in light. When his darkest desire take lead. When two corrupt person meant to cure each other. The game they started in the darkness come in light. The story begin. For all the girls who wants to flood in fantasy let me take you the fantasy world. So sit still and open the Page's. Trope Enemy x lover ( secret mafia king) CEO x Intern Force proximity Family dynamics Dark past Strong female lead. Stalking Forced marriage Marriage agreement

[Student X Professor] Soha is a 22 year 2nd year medical student, in her college she meets her dad's friend's son as a professor. They both maintained professional relationship, never had feelings about each other until their families tied them up together. She is his baby He treats her like a kid

𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥'𝐎𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞 "IN THE SHADOWS" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

NISHAAMOH SERIES ONE🥀 ༺𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒖𝒕༻ X ༺𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌༻ ◉✿𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤✿◉ ♡ Revenge (Ofcourse). ♡ Explicit scenes ♡ Bre@stfeeding & Navel Paglu ♡ Pain and Ple@sure ♡ An@l ♡ Family bonding ♡ Kn¡fe Play (Mild) ♡ Dark romance ♡ Bloody wars ♡ Mystery thriller ♡ Secrets ♡ Most Importantly 👇🏻 "𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚" ♡♡ TABAH ISHQ: His Obsessed Bride is a dark, desi historical romance of power, pride, and possession, where hatred fuels obsession and love becomes the most dangerous sin of all📚

#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)