"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.

𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊, 𝒚𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂... 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊, 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂...🤍 "H.. how can I be pregnant, doctor-I never let anyone come close..." [She was just 19, she said crying.] Meanwhile:- "I want that girl at any cost-she's carrying my child." [He is a mafia, he said angrily.]

Forbidden Desire - III Two opposite souls, carved in the game of sinful madness-drawn together by desire, torn apart by fate. Viraj Rathod, 34 Viraj is the kind of professor who commands attention the moment he enters the room. Tall, lean, and well-built, he has an intensity in his dark eyes that's hard to ignore - sharp, focused, and a little intimidating. His neatly styled black hair and sharp features make him look effortlessly put-together, but there's a restless energy beneath his calm exterior. He's strict and professional with everyone else, but there's an unmistakable possessiveness that surfaces whenever Sanwari's around - a quiet control he doesn't try to hide. Sanwari Mishra, 21 Sanwari is bright and spirited, with a graceful presence that makes her stand out without trying. A krishn devotee, her warm brown eyes hold a mix of innocence and determination, like she's ready to take on the world but isn't afraid to be vulnerable. Her long, dark hair frames her expressive face, She's new to the game, but her curiosity and quiet fire make her a magnetic challenge to Viraj's strict control, exactly what draws him in and holds him captive. What happens when desire whispers louder than reason, and the line between right and wrong fades in the heat of a single glance? My Professor Copyright © 2025 All Rights Reserved

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧, the kind of man who would sell your soul to the devil and you will call it mercy. A man who smirks as the world collapses at his feet. That's how he lives. That's how he wins. Because to him, emotions are nothing but fractures in perfectly stitched armor and fractured people don't survive. They break. And Kabir Malhaan only ever learns how to break them first. ༺❀༻ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world of chaos, it's her fractured, fading memories that hold her together. The only anchor she has to a life she can no longer fully remember, yet refuses to let go of. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

"18-year-old Anya is obsessed with her secret online boyfriend, whom she's never met in person. Meanwhile, her 28-year-old biology professor, Rivan Birla, has developed an intense infatuation with her. What motivates Anya's boyfriend to keep his identity hidden, and what's behind Professor Birla's all-consuming fascination with Anya?" 📌"Fated by Met" is an original title and concept, please do not use or copy without permission Copyright ©️ 2025 [Fated by met] is the exclusive property of [@AuthorSana1] and is protected by Copyright laws. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner." AuthorSana1

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 "Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Replacement Touch her and die She fell first he fell harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @naynraex aka me #3 in top 10 in india : 30/03/2026 #5 : 31/03/2026

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

He is darkness; she is his light He is the beast; she is his beauty He is Hades; she is his Persephone He is the king; she is his queen❤️ "ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜAᴀʜᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜᴜɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʜᴀꜱᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʀᴜʟᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ꜱɪʀꜰ ᴀᴜʀ ꜱɪʀꜰ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀɪ, ᴊᴀᴀɴ!!!ꜱʀɪꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ!!" _____ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 "ʏᴇʜ ᴢɪɴᴅᴀɢɪ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ, ʀᴀɴᴀꜱᴀ, ʏᴇʜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴋᴀʙ ᴋɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪ ɢʜᴜʟᴀᴍ ʙᴀɴ ᴄʜᴜᴋɪ ʜᴀɪ!!" ____ 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞

❝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+| |