"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

You can lock up a monster, but you can't kill his obsession. Six years in a psych ward didn't fix Silas Kane. It only sharpened his hunger. Ivy Monroe was the only thing that soothed the void inside him the quiet girl next door, the one he watched, craved, and would kill for. Now he's free. The world thinks he's hunting revenge. But monsters don't care about justice. They care about possession. He's not coming to save her. He's not coming to love her. He's coming to own her. This isn't a love story. This is a warning. He's not a hero. He's not even human. And once you let the monster in he never leaves. Read if you dare. SOOTHE THE MONSTER 18+ | Psychopath MMC | Stalker | Obsession | Graphic Violence | No Redemption

it is my first story so sorry if I make any mistake you can point it out in comment section as advise not as hate comment. kirti Sweet and childish infront of love ones but dangerous if you hurt her self respect have. shiv soft for love ones cold as hell for other .hurt his love ones and die. arranged marriage love after marriage jealous x love to test patience mature Love at first sight if you don't like much drama then this is for you

Aadhya had studied in the same school for twelve years. Same corridors. Same teachers. Same faces. Yet somehow, she had never shared a classroom with Kreyansh-the school's infamous backbencher and every girl's favorite distraction. Until 11th grade. Now they were classmates for the first time, and Aadhya had already decided one thing: she wanted nothing to do with him. After all, Kreyansh was a name she actually liked... Too bad she couldn't say the same about the person who owned it. But the real problem was this- Kreyansh kept looking in her direction. And the more she tried to ignore him, the more she began to wonder... Why was the boy she promised to hate always watching her? 🔥 Tropes That'll Hook You • Bad Boy x Topper • Enemies to Lovers • Backbench Chaos • Slow Burn Romance • School & College Life • Chaotic Best Friend Gang • Secret Glances •Mystery Inspired by real events, all names changed for privacy.(Not everything written is real, only 50%)

She'll run away. He'll chase her. If he'll catch her, she'll be forever trapped. Like a moth attracted to light, Pakhi was pulled close to him. People called him mad, heartless and cold but she cared about none. His world was dark, traumatising and painted with blood. His love was vicious. Possessive and ruthless. She was his and he was adamant to remind her over and over again. Escaping Aryan Chauhan was never easy. .... She trusted him. She thought he was a good man and would keep his enmity away from her. However, he proved her all wrong and forced her to marry him on the basis of 6 months contract. It was just a pure enmity from his side. She lost her face in her family's eyes because of him. They were disappointed on her while he was satisfied seeing them in agony. She hated him, to the core of her heart. He's a heartless man whose only motive is vengeance. This was the game of love, vengeance and redemption. A misunderstanding sparked the fire of revenge between two best friends. A wall of hatred will be broken down by their marriages. After a long years, two best friends will join hands for a mission and reached at a point that neither of them hesitated to risk their life for one another. ... Start- 25, October 2024 End- 23, March 2025

If you all want to read a detailed mafia world blended with a royal bloodline that actually matters to the plot - and not just for aesthetic namesake - then this story is for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ For all the girls who fall for anti-heroes with dangerous minds, layered personalities, and hearts that love only once - this story is for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Randhir Birla × Tanishka Bhardwaj "If you truly accept me as your husband, Tanishka... then be a good wife and take my virginity, wife." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rithvik Agnihotri × Shivanya Chauhan "Please honour me, and please put your beautiful legs on my shoulder and allow me to worship your existence, Shivanya."

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha