A tale of two sorrowful souls who crossed paths due to a trivial coincidence. His eyes will forever ravish her, his lips will leave eternal marks and one word will haunt her until she dies. She has learnt to be quiet and sweet. He has learnt to dominate and kill. She is trying to find herself from the depths of distray. He is planning to destroy what is needed for power. Falling in love will be too dangerous, too alluring. And in the end it will hurt. Breathing should be effortless, loving should be painless. What does a girl who has learned neither? When you find home in the arms of a killer, to whom you cannot tell your secrets, without risking yourself. And why would you risk anything for a man who believes bullets can fix a broken heart.

~"He was just a boy. I was a monster who only knew how to love in ruins."~ ° ° ° ° ° ° Feared by the underworld, mafia boss "Aaryan" hides a secret - a heart that beats only for one person: "Vihaan", an ordinary college student. Aaryan watches him from afar, protects him in the shadows, and collects every smile like a treasure. But obsession has no boundaries. When danger threatens Vihaan, Aaryan steps out of the shadows - not as a savior, but as the possessive lover he never asked for. What happens when love turns into a cage, and the innocent boy becomes the one with all the power? INDIAN BL DARK ROMANCE BXB MAFIA X STUDENT AGE GAP SOFT TOP POWER BOTTOM MATURE CONTENT 🔥 Note: Story will contain A LOT of mature content so....read at your own risk.... enjoy (I guess).... No hate comments...if you don't like the story.... Respectfully leave. [Pictures used are from Pinterest and belong to the rightful owners.] •Short chapters ahead 👀💁‍♀️

"In a world where secrets and lies reign supreme, Ishan's life is turned upside down.. Forced into a marriage with a man consumed by vengeance and ambition, Ishan is trapped in a living nightmare. "P-please...leave me alone," Ishan begged, his voice shaking with tears. "Never," his captor growled, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "You'll be mine, forever." As Ishan struggles to survive the deadly game of cat and mouse, he uncovers the shocking truth about his husband's ruthless ambition. Will Ishan be able to escape the toxic web of deceit and revenge, or will he become the next pawn in a deadly game of power and control? Dive into the dark, twisted world of 'Bound by Deceit' to find out."

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 💋 (Dark Mafia Romance | 18+) "Tum mujhe arrest karne aayi thi, Sana... ab dekho, khud meri prisoner ban chuki ho." - Rudra Malhotra Rudra Malhotra - Underworld ka sabse ruthless Mafia King. Uske naam se hi dushman kaap jate hain, aur uski aankhon me sirf ek cheez dikhti hai - power. Cold, heartless aur dangerous, woh apni duniya ke rules sirf khud ke liye likhta hai. Sana Sharma - Ek fearless police officer jise crime aur underworld se nafrat hai. Uska ek hi mission hai - Rudra ko jail bhejna. Par woh bhool gayi ki Mafia King se takraane ka sirf ek hi anjaam hota hai - Tabahi. Jab Sana ek deadly raid me Rudra ke empire ko todne ki koshish karti hai, toh woh ek aise game me fas jaati hai jisme sirf Rudra ke rules chalte hain. Uske possession me aane ke baad, Sana sirf ek cop nahi rehti... woh Rudra ki obsession ban jaati hai. 🔥 Power ya Passion? Revenge ya Surrender? Sana ke paas koi escape nahi hai... aur Rudra usse kabhi chhodne wala bhi nahi hai. ⚠ Warning: Yeh kahani dark, possessive aur intense mafia romance hai. If you love obsessive anti-heroes, forced proximity aur sinful chemistry, then this book is for you! 18+ content ahead. Read at your own risk. 😈🔥 ---

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

[MAFIA ROMANCE] "He Will Destroy the Whole World for Her" Viktor Dark a formidable figure with a chilling demeanor, commands both the German underworld as a ruthless and merciless mafia leader and his heritage as a member of the royal family. In contrast, Inaha Bashar embodies a serene and reserved presence and a testament to her devout nature she's an arab. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, viktor and Inaha find themselves drawn together by an undeniable connection. As their worlds collide, they must navigate the complexities of love, loyalty, and the dangerous forces that threaten to tear them apart. Will viktor sacrifice everything for Inaha, or will their love be their undoing? Dive into this riveting narrative where passion and peril collide in a mesmerizing blend of romance and suspense. Viktor X inaha. @AIIIWEEE_

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?