❛They say what slips from our hands no longer belongs to us. But some souls were never taught how to let go, rather... they chase what was lost like a curse written into their blood, crossing lines, burning bridges, tearing the world apart if they must. For them, possession is faith, obsession is devotion, and surrender is a sin they will never commit.❜ ✧ RUKSHIT VOHRA, a twenty-nine-year-old man, devastatingly handsome and far more dangerous than his looks could ever reveal. He is the Mafia lord known as The Death Raider, and the Chairman of the Vohra Empire. One glimpse of him is enough to make a person feel death breathing down their neck. And yet the irony of fate: the man feared by nations is obsessed with the memory of a girl he knows nothing about. He doesn't believe in fate, mercy, or forgiveness. He only believes in possession and once something enters his heart, he will cross heaven and hell to claim it. ♡ RICHA DIWAN, a twenty-four-years-old woman, brilliantly successful, the President of High Ridge Corporation before most people her age even decide what they want from life. She loves hacking, especially when it's against those who dare to challenge her. A girl shaped by discipline, sharpened by intellect, and unknowingly standing on a ticking throne of blood and power. ✧ The story of two souls who were shattered, then rose again, stronger than before, only to be shattered once more. BOOK #02 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[ THIS STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED ] Rudransh Singh Rathore, aka "RSR (Leo) ," is the feared underworld mafia king. With four brothers by his side, he's unstoppable. But beneath his tough exterior lies a heart that beats only for his brothers. Ruhanika Singhania, daughter of a weanlthy businessman, is a pure and innocent soul. Unaware of the darkness that lurks in the world, she's a ray of sunshine in a world of shadows. When fate brings them together in an unexpected twist, Ruhanika finds herself arranged married to Rudransh! As she navigates her new life with the mafia king and his brothers, Ruhanika's kindness and love begin to chip away at their cold, hardened hearts. But will she be able to handle the darkness that surrounds them? Join Ruhanika and Rudransh on a journey of love, family, and self-discovery! *Genre:* Indian FF, Romance, Drama, Mafia *Warning:* Mature themes, strong language, and violence.

# 1st Book of "Till the Eternity" series A multi-couple dark rom-com revengeful tale, entangling the lives of 3 best friends. Will they be able to break the chains and make their way out? Let's find out! Couple 1 Him :- ''He pinned her to the wall, locked her in between him, leaving no space even for thin air to pass. " Deeply gazed into her eyes and said: He: 'Oh jara touch me touch me...' She: 'Nahi karungi.' He: 'Magar kyun?' She: 'Kyuki tumpe fungus laga hai, durr raho.' ____________________&__________________ couple 2 Him :- He held her hand strongly with fuming eyes and growled. " Listen, Miss Hawa Hawaii, what do you take me for? You don't know me properly, I guess". Moving close to her, he locked her completely between him and the wall. " I will do whatever I want to do. I never listen to anyone, nor will I. You better stay in your limits". Her: Ahh, I want water. Him: What? Her: Water... Pani chahiye mujhe. Him: Oh, ruko laya.... Her: Bada aaya mai kisi ki nahi sunta aewwewwww... huhn. ____________________&__________________ couple 3 Him :- "You are mine... I will kill every entity that tries to come between us. Whether you like me or not doesn't matter, you have to marry me. Understand that". 'She is holding a butcher knife in her hand (her profession and passion is cooking)'. Her: You know, the thing I have been holding in my hand is very good for chopping things. Him: So, are you trying to threaten me? Her: "Yes, I am".' Either you get out within 5 minutes or your thing gets chopped by me. As you already know, I can get many more suitors, but if you get your "thing" chopped, you will get nothing. "Sach mai kat dungi " samjhe ki samjhao Give it a try first, maybe you'll like it. 3 best friends' journey through life, overcoming all odds. Life is filled with fun, fury, hurry, and confusion. Get on the rollercoaster and trust the driver! 💞😉

☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 ☆ When a person loses to themselves, they leave everything to fate. And when fate begins to play its game, it doesn't allow anyone to stand against it. Become a part of such an exciting story of fate, featuring two strangers whose story has been written by fate itself. Aƙʂԋʋι Sιɳԋα ♡, dreams of becoming India's most famous writer. However due to her family's poor condition and a promise she made to her father, she has to leave everything behind and come to Mumbai for a job. On her very first day at the office, she unknowingly gets into big trouble. And who does she clash with? VĔĎĂŃĞ ŚĔĤĞĂĹ★, the owner of one of India's leading companies, for whom money and power are everything. They say Mumbai is the city of Dreams. So will Akshvi's small dreams come true in this city of Dreams? How will Vedang and Akshvi's first meeting be? Will Vedang let Akshvi to take steps towards her dreams so easily? To find out, keep reading '𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂'.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

*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?

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." "Listen to me very carefully, Rudra... ek din maut aayegi... mujhe le jaayegi... aur tum kuch nahi kar paoge... kuch bhi nahi!" I screamed, my voice breaking as tears streamed uncontrollably, my chest rising and falling with the weight of a truth I wanted him to accept. Maybe now he'd understand... that I wasn't someone he could save. But a low, chilling chuckle left his lips, and when I looked up-my breath stopped. He stood there, drenched in blood... not his, but of the man who had tried to kill me. His eyes held mine, dark, unshaken, almost terrifying as he stepped closer, wiping my tears with blood-stained fingers, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm- "𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢" Rudraksh Rajput X Arohi Mehra 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ