{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

Cuando Freen Sarocha Chankimha era apenas una niña, la violencia doméstica marcó su infancia como una herida silenciosa. Para sobrevivir, aprendió a ocultar sus emociones, a leer a los demás con una precisión inquietante y a manipular desde lo más profundo de los corazones. Mostrar debilidad nunca fue una opción Esta obra estará dirigida a mayores de 18 años (+18) y aborda temas sensibles, por lo que se recomienda discreción.

Her back hit the bookshelf with a soft thud, sending a few books tumbling to the floor. Rudransh didn't flinch. His gaze was locked on her lips, one hand wrapped firmly around her waist, the other slowly dragging up her spine. "You think I brought you here just to read?" he whispered, voice rough. Nitya's breath caught as his thumb brushed the curve beneath her chin. "Then why did you?" He leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "Because this is the one place no one dares interrupt me." Then, before she could say another word, his mouth crushed onto hers-demanding, raw, possessive. Books watched. Shadows danced. Her hands found his shirt, fingers fisting the fabric as his teeth grazed her lower lip. And in that moment, nothing mattered but the taste of secrets and sin. ********************************************* Tropes Forced Marriage Age gap Grumpy × Sunshine MML is obsessed with MFL with capital O Characters FL - Nitiya Maheshwari (26 years) An extrovert, carefree, and a famous sketcher. She is famous for sketching historical royal families across the globe. ML - Rudransh Singh Rathore (32 years) An extremely cold man, more precisely the upcoming king of Rajasthan. He has extruded an aura of ice. He is not a man of many words. Once he decides something, there's no going back. He can accept anything but disrespect and disobedience. For more peep out in the book & get your gears high to join them in Rudransh's Possession. Your Writer Purva Narang Ranks: #7 in Royal Romance - 06/03/2025

"Love wasn't supposed to be my downfall. But she was never just love-she was an addiction." The room reeked of whiskey and regret. Riyaan Singh Malhotra leaned against the windowpane, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes. His grip on the crystal glass tightened as he watched the rain lash against the glass. She was gone. Again. Rivian Rajvansh wasn't supposed to mean anything. She was a foolish girl with stars in her eyes and a laugh that could make the world stop. Soft, delicate-completely unfit for the world he ruled. And yet, she had walked into his life like a sunrise breaking through an endless night. She had touched him, not just with her hands, but with her heart-something no one had dared to do before. He had warned her. Told her a hundred times that love had no place in his world. That he was a monster, a man drenched in blood and sins she could never imagine. But she stayed. Until she didn't. Now, he was chasing shadows, haunted by the ghost of her laughter and the taste of her lips-both his salvation and his destruction. She was the only addiction he could never quit. The only weakness he had. And Riyaan Singh Malhotra didn't do weaknesses. --- Tropes Included: ✔ Forced Marriage - A contract binds them, but emotions complicate everything. ✔ MML Obsessed with FML - She is his addiction, his weakness, his everything. ✔ Sunshine × Grumpy - She is the light; he is the storm. ✔ Age Gap - He is older, ruthless, and dominant; she is young, fiery, and innocent. ✔ Dark Romance - Possession, control, and an all-consuming love that blurs the line between obsession and devotion. Their love is toxic, dangerous, and inescapable-and neither of them would have it any other way.

──── ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ "Who do you belong to?" Her cold, demanding eyes met mine, The only glimmer of light within them was my own reflection staring back at me. "You." My voice trembled as I whispered the answer. She settled herself on my lap, surrounding me with her intoxicating scent, as if to claim ownership. "Exactly," she confirmed, her tone possessive. "You burnt her. Alive" A horrified sigh escaped my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. "And you had the perfect orgasm right next to her burning body. Do you know why? You were focused on me. She was screaming and yet you craved me. You begged me to touch you more. You needed me. Her cries for help, her screams, her burning body; nothing affected you. You just craved me" Her grip on my shirt tightened as she pulled me closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. ────୨ৎ──── NAINA MALHOTRA, A fierce and determined woman, driven by a powerful desire for revenge. Her singular focus fueled her every action, and she pursued her path with relentless determination and unshakable fortitude. "His embrace felt like the first burst of sunlight after a long, dark storm" AARAV MURTY, A kind and compassionate soul, radiating warmth and care towards everyone. He concealed his own struggles behind a bright smile, convinced that everyone deserves love and affection. "I've never taken a life before, but for you, I'd cross that boundary and step into darkness a thousand times" Naina and Aarav, lost in love, were oblivious to their family's secrets. As those truths and lies started to surface, their bond was put to the test. Could their love withstand the storm of their haunted history? A saga of twisted enigma played by masters of manipulation where noone can be trusted. Will love survive? ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ P.S- The initial chapters are highly unedited but I promise it gets better <3

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 I asked for only one thing in my whole life - to be loved. Bas prem hi toh maanga tha, Bhagwan. tu ne mera asli chehra dikha diya Itna sach... itna sach ki ab main khud ko chhoon bhi nahi sakta. I never believed in you. Not really. I used to laugh when people said, "Sab up..ar wale ki marzi hai." But Ish...itha... she bel...liieves. She prays in name of you. She says, "He exists and listens" If you exist... if you're really the reason for existence... then please, I'm begging infront of youu...your not so existent creation is begging infront of you...please do one thing for me. Take her away from me. But please don't hurt her. Please don't let her cry. Please don't let her feel abandoned. Please don't let her feel unwanted. Just... erase me....erase me from every memory... Let her forget that she was ever married to me. Let her forget the sound of my name. Let my face blur in her memories. Let her wake up one morning and not remember the man who ruined her..... . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

"Tripti, you know what that means?", he asks in a deep voice, the type of voice which makes your legs go jelly. Not from anticipation but from fear. I was still trembling under him. "It means satisfaction, and You, my darling, are going to provide me that." After processing what he just said, I gave him back, " Rudra, you know what it means? ", I see him stiffen." The mighty lord Shiva, but you-! " "Oh I'm no god I know that, the opposite maybe?.... Rudra means "the roarer", "the terrible", "the untamed", "the destroyer", "one who kills", "one who makes people cry", and my darling, I'm all those things. ", He stated in a dangerous low voice. #2 in #forcedrelationship (29/3/23) #3 in #India (26/3/23) #3 in #desi (20/6/23) #3 in #hindi (3/6/2023) #4 in #billionaire (6/4/23) #6 in #hindi (24/3/23) #7 in #indian (15/6/23) #7 in #forced (1/4/23) #8 in #desi (4/6/23) #8 in #forcedmarriage (29/3/23) #8 in #obesession (1/4/23) #9 in #love (5/4/23) ⚠️DO NOT COPY!

Read at your risk this pitch black dark romance and dont report cause you have been warned at every chapter . SHE HAS BEEN HIS WIFE FOR 3 YEARS . but she forgot him . All he did was to trap her ,ruin her and now she is free from his clutches . Viraaj singhania the mafia lord who rules the world behind the shining golden business of singhania ltd . He has guilt for ruining her completely but not a single thought to let her go . He is behind her hidden in deep darkness following her ,chasing her ,waiting for a chance to let her walk in his cage this time WILLINGLY . Aarohi sehrawat /Aarohi viraj singhania , lost her memory of last five years only knows from her little brother that she slipped into coma after their dad's death . There were countless scars on her body , she didnt remember how she survived them .All she wanna do is to protect her little brother now . But the darkness behind her which continued to haunt her from months is now standing in front of her . All she knows that his touch ignites her , Her body craves for him . And his darkness feels peaceful to her . Note :- Read the description plzzzz

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.