India's Top #2 & #8 on Wattpad A dark, addictive forced-marriage romance that will stay with you long after the last chapter. "You should be grateful to carry my name now... Mrs. Aaradiya Abhijith Rana Doshi." Aaradiya Akkineni never imagined her life would shatter in a single night. One moment she's a girl with dreams and dignity... the next, she's dragged into a marriage signed in tears, fear, and fate. And the man waiting at the mandap? Abhijith Rana Doshi. CEO by reputation. Mafia king by reality. A man carved from stone-cold, unreadable, and terrifyingly powerful. To him, this marriage is just strategy. A power move. A cage he builds around her with his name. To her, it's a nightmare she can't escape. But when two broken worlds collide, hate has a way of cracking... Pain has a way of revealing truth... And enemies have a way of falling for the very person they swore to destroy. What begins as a toxic clash slowly turns into a burn-slow, dangerous, undeniable. Secrets. Scars. Softness he never wanted to feel. Strength she never knew she had. Can two damaged souls ruin each other... and still find love in the ashes? This isn't just a story. It's a storm. A wound. An obsession waiting to take over your heart. Scroll up and fall in.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ The day is not far when I will take her life with my own hands. Because the way blood runs in the dead parts of my body and the way my arteries and veins are attracted to this girl is highly dangerous. As if I will die if I don't breathe near her. It's like she is my basic necessity to live. And I can't let her leave me. But she doesn't want me to be near her. She wants her fiancé. She cries for him in my arms. And begs me to bring her ex-lover back to her. She can't live without him even when she hugs me tightly and tells me that "you are my comfort place in this world, kri." Now, today, she is leaving me. All alone. Like I was before I met her. But this time I will be dead. And she knows it, yet, she is leaving me. I shouldn't have let her into my penthouse, some months ago, especially in my caged, lifeless heart. The heart she made throbbed after so many years. But, she was the one who begged at my feet to save her, to let her live with me and knowing I don't even glance at any woman, yet, I let her live with me under the same roof. I hid her from this world to save her. "Get out of my house! Free me! Go to your parents! Leave me the fuck alone!" I finally told her to leave me alone. Because that's what she really wants. "I won't come back." She glares at me with red, teary eyes as if she can scare me with them. But godfuck I can't see her hurt. She uttered and moved her feet to leave me forever. "Stop right there, ladybug." My voice broke. She didn't turn and walked out. Seems like she has no idea of what she has twisted me into. ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── Read "My Eloped Bride" to figure out if she will find her way back to him or if she will break him. This beautiful story will heal your broken hearts in a way you didn't imagine, yet, you will never get enough of it. Sounds like an obsession. Nah?♥️

"𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!" he said, his voice hoarse with desire. I could only nod with my head down because of the tension. But I gasped loudly when he arched my head up holding my hair in a grip. "Don't shut that pretty mouth. Answer using that when I question or else I know how to use that mouth better!" He strictly said, making gulp. Heat rushed to my whole body hearing his dominating voice. With another hand, he cupped my jaw. Before I could say something, he leaned and took my upper lip, sucking it gently. I closed my eyes feeling his soft lips. Damn! Amazing! ~ 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 "𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒" Series.. It's purely fictional. If anyone have problem with it, so please don't read. The name itself is Their forbidden love, so ofcourse there will be forbidden romance. •𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.. 18+..

"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you,jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture. *No Toxic Relationship. No ex-crush/lover/fiance/wife. The male lead is the uncle of the child in this book, he's not a manwhore. There are no trust issues. * Impressive Ranking: #8 in love among 2.31M on 09/04/22 ©2021 ankitawrites_Xx CC: @YT_BookAwards_Covers

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