When innocence catches the eye of a devil... One slap. One eye contact. And he forgets everything. Just her. From that moment on, she becomes his obsession. He doesn't just want her- he wants her heart, he wants her body, he wants every broken piece of her. Emotionally. Physically. Completely. In every way possible... He doesn't only fall in love. He claims. He became crazy for her And he decides one thing- She will be marked as his. Read before starting the story ⚠️ •please trust your author enough to read Complete story before judging. •This story contains dark romance, obsession,possessiveness, trauma, toxicity,stalking, forces,manipulation. •I'm writing this story it doesn't mean i support.I don't support abuse, violance, forces, stalking or any form of toxicity in real life. •its all fictional. So, please don't judge your author by this story. ⚠️ Warning Obsessive love Possessive male lead Force love Dominant male Forced attachment themes Devil CEO × Innocent girl Two CEOs × Two sisters

Some people fall in love. Others... build it. Reyansh Raichand was never a part of Meher Shah's world. Not in the beginning. Not in any way that mattered. He was just Kabir Shah's friend. A familiar face. Someone who came and went without leaving a mark. And that's exactly how he wanted it. Because the most dangerous obsessions don't announce themselves- they grow quietly, patiently... until they become unavoidable. Every step he took was deliberate. Every bond he formed was calculated. Every moment he spent around her... had a purpose. Meher never noticed when he stopped being distant and started becoming present. Never questioned why he was always there- in the background, in the silence, in the spaces she never thought to guard. By the time she did... It was too late. A single move was all it took to break everything she knew. Trust shattered. Safety gone. Her world reduced to something fragile in his hands. And suddenly, he wasn't just her brother's friend anymore. He was the reason everything had fallen apart. ____________________ "Finally... we are husband and wife now." His voice was calm. Almost satisfied. As if this moment had lived in his mind long before it became real. "All this waiting... all this planning- finally brought you to me." "I hate you!" Meher's voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything he had taken from her. "I will never forgive you for this." He smiled. Slowly, he stepped closer-then lowered himself in front of her, as if devotion and dominance could exist in the same breath. "I don't need your forgiveness," he murmured softly. His gaze never left hers. "I just need you... right beside me." A pause. "Right where you belong." Because this was never love. It was something far more consuming. Far more dangerous. An obsession that didn't begin with a heartbeat- but with a decision. And now that he finally had her... There was no escape. There never was.

Mishti Mishti is a girl who never knew love. Her father cursed her with the title of a bad omen when her mother died giving birth to her. She silently endures the cruelty of a stepmother who never shows her any affection. Her only dream, her only passion - dance - was crushed the day she was forced into marriage with a man twice her age. For two years, she suffered his abuse until fate took him away in an accident. But instead of freedom, she faced blame. Her in-laws threw her out, treating her like she was nothing. Her soul carries scars that run too deep to fade. Her eyes bear the burden of countless betrayals. Yet, even after losing everything, she still searches for light - for a love that could heal her broken heart. Prithvi Dev Thakur Prithvi Dev Thakur is a man who rules with absolute power - the most feared and respected figure in Rajasthan. He is ruthless in his ways, intolerant of lies, and possesses unshakable discipline. His hands have built an empire, but they also carry the weight of his darkest secret - the day he killed his own father. It is a truth he never speaks of. Behind his cold, perfect mask lies a lonely soul burdened by guilt and unfulfilled longing. He has never disrespected women but has also never allowed one to come close enough to touch his heart. Prithvi is a perfectionist, a protector, but secretly... just a man yearning for love, peace, and escape from the darkness that consumes him. Two Broken Souls, One Fate Destiny brings them together - two wounded hearts seeking comfort in one another. Mishti sees the man behind the mask, the pain behind his power, and offers him a love he never believed he deserved. In return, Prithvi gives her the strength to stand tall, fight back, and dream once more. She mends his wounds while he becomes her shield. But will love be enough to survive in a world that only knows how to break them? Or will their pasts return to inflict cruelty once again?

18+, violence, blood, crime, smut, obsession, kidnapping themes. "Listen to me carefully," Devraj murmured, caging her between the marble pillar and his chest, his fingers tightening around her wrist. "No man touches you. No man looks at you. No man even breathes too close to you. You are mine." "This isn't love," Geetanjali whispered, her pulse racing but her chin lifting stubbornly. "This is obsession." He tilted his head, eyes dark, unblinking. "I don't know the difference." "I will never love you." His mouth brushed dangerously close to her ear. "You will," he said softly. "And I will be the only man you ever learn to." His hand slid to her waist was very firm, possessive, he was not hurting, but not allowing distance either. As if he was memorizing the shape of her. As if he was branding her without leaving a mark. "I have waited my whole life," he breathed against her temple. "You think I'll let the world have even a glimpse of what is mine?" And somewhere between fear and fire, she didn't step away.

"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

"Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart- only the King's law." I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" "Be silent," he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom." He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. "If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

When Nayab's parents pass away, she is bound to move with Zaviyar. Despite their forbidden bond, an undeniable attraction blooms between them-will they risk everything for love? Bound by duty yet consumed by passion, Zaviyar and Nayab must choose between honour and the love that could destroy them both. Note: There's a change in the storyline but trust me, you will love it. Those who don't love it, kindly ignore it.

˚ . ྀིྀི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.

I let his fingers slip between my lips and taste myself once again. "This is what you will do with me" he whispered looking at my lips. "You will wrap your lips around it" I followed his instructions and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. I looked at his eyes and I immediately found his gaze which was torn between my lips and eyes. He inhaled again before continuing speaking. "You will slowly lick and suck it" he winked with a grin. "And you will try your best to fully take me in your mouth like this" he said, pushing his fingers even more inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin with his free hand. "Isn't that right, Rea? You will try to take me all?" He slowly asked and I nodded bringing my own fingers to my clit, trying to touch it the same way he did. He looked down to what I was doing and grinned. "Good girl, but I will continue with that" he told me, removing his fingers from my mouth and grabbing my wrist to stop me. *** Finding a wounded man in the middle of the wood was the last thing Rea had imagined to see during her stroll. She had never thought her innocent gesture of rescuing and healing him would have turned her life upside down. He claimed her as his mate. A ruthless predator that enjoyed the kill and shedding blood around for his own purpose. He was part of a species her whole family told her to stay away from. Werewolves. And she discovered soon how she was mated to one of the strongest one. Callendon. Her personal nightmare. MATURE CONTENT - ONLY 18 + FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

He waited in silence, watching her bloom. Now, he's ready to claim what was never his to touch. Aleena Azimi was just seventeen when she stepped into the mansion that would change her life forever-working as a maid to help her ailing mother. Quiet. Gentle. Untouched. She was everything Ashkan Hosseini should have stayed away from. But he didn't. Ashkan, the enigmatic heir of the Hosseini empire, had it all-power, wealth, and an iron will that bent the world around him. But when it came to Aleena, he was a man tormented by restraint. For two years, he watched her in silence, suppressing the storm of desire that threatened to consume him. Now, she's nineteen. And when her younger brother is framed in a crime that could cost him his life, Ashkan steps in with a deal that changes everything. Marry me-and I'll make the problem disappear. Thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man who's both her savior and her captor, Aleena must navigate a world of power, secrets, and the kind of desire that burns too deep to ignore. He owns her freedom, her name, and her nights-but can he ever win her heart? 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ▪︎▪︎ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌-𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆.