𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. ✦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 ✦ 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂. 𝘈 28-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘌𝘖? 𝑵𝒐. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢? 𝘈 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒏𝒐. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥? 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

Ranveer Singh kupta is 35 years old handsome police officer of Himachal Pradesh. He is cruel, cunning and manipulative man who can do anything by his power and wealth. He can make any girl fall in love with him by his charming. He always gets what he wants by hook or by crook. Amruta is 21 years old orphan girl who is unaware of this cruel society and thinks all are good. Her innocent talks and kind nature attracts everyone. She thinks there is no one for her but there is a person who is watching her every move and waiting for her since years. She is unaware of her Psycho stalker but he has different plan for her. What happen when Ranveer and Amruta fell in love with each other? Is age difference a problem? What about her Psycho stalker ? Will he able to let her go? OR Is he going to chain her up untill she loves him back? .................... Wanna know? Then hit the read button and join the dark obsessive story of Ranveer and Amruta.

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

Book oF Ayansh Trehan×Mehnoor

"I'm a psycho!" she screamed in frustration. "Yeah, I already know that," he replied with a smirk. And she glared at him, her eyes red with anger, and her fists tightly clenched. Taking a deep breath, he softened his expression and added, "But that's exactly parts of your what made me fall in love with you in the first place, love.. Every strange, crazy little part of you makes me love you even more." presenting enemies to lovers with 90s tadka

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

*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?

Keshav x Zarya They are enemies? Worse. They have nothing in common, nothing that should ever bring them together, yet fate made them cross their paths long before they could even remember it. One was haunted by ghosts... while the other was a ghost in her own way. One spent his entire life keeping his distance from such things, carrying scars from a past he never truly escaped. But what happens when he falls for the exact person who awakens every fear, every wound, every buried part of his existence? A story that begins with him becoming her bodyguard and her secret husband for convenience, only to uncover the truth behind her plans. But somewhere along the way, he starts seeing things he never wanted to see and feelings he never wanted to feel. From wanting to kill her... to becoming the one protecting her, even from herself. What will happen? How far will he go to save her? But the real question is- WHO EXACTLY IS HE TRYING TO SAVE HER FROM ? Get into the book to find out.

She needed help. He offered a deal. Ishita mehta kabhi kisi ameer aadmi ke sapne nahi dekhti thi. Uski duniya uske papa, uska chota bhai aur ek simple si life tak limited thi. Ridansh Malhotra ke liye log bas options the. Aur emotions - irrelevant. Unki mulaqat by chance hui. Par jo rishta bana... wo by chance nahin bna wo ek agreement tha. Ek deal sign hui. Aur 35 saal ka Ridansh Malhotra ban gaya 21 saal ki Ishita mehta ka Sugar Daddy. Her Sugar Daddy (Met By Chance)