Abhimanyu singh rathore , the king of the city jodhpur and the famous business tycoon of India, who has no interest in marriage and relationship. suddenly his family arranged his marriage with a girl named Siya, who is totally different from his world belongs to a middle-class family, he tried a lot to stop the marriage but the fate was not his side they both are tied in a relationship against their will let's see what destiny has planned for them in future, will they'll be able to make this marriage successful....

Book 1 of 'Obsessed Love' series Meet Ekansh Rai, India's most feared mafia king and number one businessman. His heart is forged in steel, fueled by hatred for his father, Mahindra Rai. Mahindra's infidelity destroyed Ekansh's family, driving his mother, Nalini, to suicide. Ekansh vows to protect her legacy. To ensure his stepmother, Nisha, doesn't inherit Nalini's property, Ekansh signs a contract: he must marry and produce an heir within two years. If he fails, Nisha inherits everything. Enter Samyuktika, a beautiful and innocent middle-class girl. Her family faces financial ruin, unable to afford her grandmother's cancer treatment. Mahindra offers aid but at a steep price: her hand in marriage to Ekansh. Trapped in a web of power, revenge, and desire, Ekansh and Samyuktika must navigate their complicated pasts and uncertain futures. Will Ekansh's darkness consume me Samyuktika, or will she be his redemption? Warnings: Mature themes, strong language, ¹. Chapters: Completed Updates: Regular Start reading to unravel the tangled web of love, power, and obsession! Some possible hashtags: #HisDarkObsession #MafiaRomance #ForcedMarriage #BillionaireLoveStory #IndianFiction #RomanceNovel #Drama

she was like a fragile rose who like to stay free and open but he locked that fragile force into his dark hidden cage away from the light of happiness rays in the dark cage of hate and fear. she loves freedom but he caged her. she loved him but he hated her. He was as cold as ice but even that ice melts from her warmth. she- "You will beg for ur sins" he - "Mr. Abhimanyu Agarwal never beg for anything". she- "what is mine fault?" he- " That you are my wife". "I WANT FREEDOM !" "IN MY DARK HIDDEN CAGE DARLING".

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

Vaidhi and Viraj were never meant to get along. She's fire-fierce, focused, and unwilling to let anyone, especially a cocky rival like Viraj, stand in her way. He's ice-smooth, strategic, and annoyingly hard to ignore. Their battles began with clashing egos and cutting words, a rivalry that everyone in their world watched like a storm waiting to break. But storms don't just destroy-they transform. What started as irritation turns into tension. And what should have remained competition slowly burns into something deeper. Viraj knew he was falling long before she ever looked at him differently. He hid his feelings beneath smirks and challenges, waiting. But when Vaidhi finally lets herself feel... she doesn't just fall in love-she dives headfirst, with no way back. It's a story of enemies whose hearts betrayed their minds. Of two broken souls who were too stubborn to admit they needed each other. Until love made them surrender. ❤️‍🔥

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 "𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 𝗩𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 the 26-year-old global magnate and Udaipur's prince, commands respect with a name ranking lies under the top 5 businessmen worldwide. Despite his business prowess, a past heartbreak has rendered him immune to love, forging a steely resolve that shields a complex and guarded heart. His journey weaves through the intricacies of duty, family loyalty, and an unwavering determination to protect against the vulnerabilities of emotional entanglements. 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘃, a vibrant 25-year-old princess, seamlessly blends tradition and modernity. Passionate about classical dance and adorned in silver Indian jewelry, she navigates royal obligations while preparing for UPSC exams. Behind her extroverted demeanor and infectious smile, she conceals the strength to hide anger and pain. A master of turning the tables, she ensures those who inflict harm taste the bitter medicine they serve. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I was looking for her when something eye-catching stopped me in my tracks-it was her. She was dressed in a beautiful saree, her hair half-tied with a gajra, the jingles of her anklets echoing softly. She danced gracefully under the moonlight, mesmerizing me. I stood there, leaning against the wall, staring at her in awe. Without thinking, I moved towards

She was born in loss. Her first cry was an echo of her mother's last breath. From that moment, Adhira Seghal was not the daughter of a home- she was its burden, its curse, its unspoken wound. A father who should have been her shield, turned his face away in shame. A family that should have embraced her, made her a shadow in her own house. But shadows have a language too. Adhira's was dance. Every twirl was defiance, every step a prayer, every silent rhythm a way of saying: I will not break. And then came Rudraksh Singh Shekhawat. A man carved by grief, haunted by a love that had long turned to ashes. To him, Adhira was no more than a substitute, a name on a marriage contract, a woman he swore never to love. He gave her silence, she gave him smiles. He gave her absence, she gave him devotion. He gave her cruelty, she gave him forever. And still- she stayed. She stayed when her father called her a curse. She stayed when her in-laws whispered bad omen. She stayed when Rudraksh looked through her, as though she were nothing but air in a crowded room. And when his heart bled, it was her hands that stitched it. When his body broke, it was her love that carried it. When his soul fell apart, it was her presence that held it together. But who would hold her? Who would see the fractures behind her smile? Who would hear the silence she swallowed every night? By the time the truth clawed its way into Rudraksh's heart, her light was already fading. Her body failing. Her love, unheard. This is not the story of a princess crowned with jewels, but of one crowned with scars. Not of a fairytale where love rescues, but of a tragedy where love comes too late. Adhira Seghal- the girl who stayed when the world turned away. The princess who fought with silence, and loved until it destroyed her. A story of devotion mistaken for weakness, of silence mistaken for surrender, and of a woman who was both the poetry and the ruin of her own tale.

"All the dreams I've envisioned for us will come true; the only difference is that I won't be in any of them." Amara had faced unimaginable loss, scarred by witnessing her parents perish in flames at just three years old. Her world was shattered in a single night, leaving her alone in a cruel reality. However, fate had not entirely abandoned her. The Rajvansh family, led by her father's best friend, took her in and raised her as one of their own, providing her with a loving home despite the pain that lingered in her heart. Years passed, and Amara found solace within the Rajvansh household, though the memories of her tragic past never fully faded. As she reached adulthood, life forced her into a pivotal decision-marriage. Ayaan Rajvansh, her childhood confidant and boyfriend, seemed the perfect choice, and the Rajvansh family celebrated the impending union. Yet, not everyone shared in the joy. Amara's decision crushed Abhimaan Rajvansh, the elder son of the family. Despite his immense power, wealth, and control over the AA Group of Industries, he was helpless in the face of his own heartache. For eighteen years, Amara had unknowingly held sway over every aspect of his being. She was his world, his obsession, his torment. The question now loomed: was this truly the end of Abhimaan's unrequited love? Would he stand aside as Amara became another man's wife, or would the darkness within him take over, driving him to claim her, no matter the cost? Abhimaan: "I am terrified that I might destroy you..." Amara: "Then destroy me, please..."

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(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. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.