ZIDD: The Thakur's Obsession "Bound by a childhood oath, chained by his dark obsession." In a village where a Thakur's word is absolute and traditions are never questioned, a single promise changes two lives forever. At the age of ten, Gauri Kumari, the innocent daughter of a humble farmer, becomes the future bride of Rudranarayan Pratap Singh, the fifteen-year-old heir of the most powerful Thakur family. The engagement isn't born out of love it is a debt of gratitude. From that day, Rudra accepts only one truth. Gauri belongs to him. As the years pass, his childhood affection transforms into an all-consuming obsession. He is fiercely protective, dangerously possessive, and willing to burn the world for the woman he calls his. But behind his love lies a darker side. A man ruled by pride. A man raised to believe his word is law. A man whose uncontrollable anger leaves Gauri fearing the very person she is destined to marry. When Gauri turns twenty, one incident shatters everything. A single slap. A broken trust. And a father who refuses to sacrifice his daughter's happiness. The engagement is called off. For the first time, Rudranarayan Pratap Singh loses the only woman he has ever loved. But a Thakur never accepts defeat. If destiny has taken Gauri away from him... Then he will rewrite destiny itself. Because for Rudra, she was never just his fiancée. She was his Zidd. A story of power, tradition, obsession, redemption, and a love that must fight its way through fear, pride, and broken promises. Will Gauri ever trust the man who shattered her heart... or will Rudra's obsession destroy the very love he is desperate to reclaim? Tropes • 🌾 Village Romance • 👑 Thakur × Farmer's Daughter • 💍 Childhood Engagement • ❤️ He Fell First • 🔥 Obsessive Hero • 😠 Patriarch Hero • 🥀 Broken Engagement • 💔 Redemption Arc • 🤍 She Fears Him • 🛐 "She Belongs To Me" Energy • 🐎 Rural India • 🌙 Slow Burn • ❤️🩹 Emot

Top ranking💫 🫶 : #2 in recommendation - out of 8.13K stories #2 in possessivehero - out of 2.0K stories #2 in collegeromance - out of 1.5K stories #2 in possessive - out of 1.5K stories #3 in indian - out of 1.5K stories #3 in desi - out of 1.5K stories #5 in india - out of 1.5K stories #5 in jealous - out of 9.34K stories #7 in romance - out of 1.5K stories #20 in story - out of 268K stories #31 in sliceoflife - out of 58.9K stories #249 in watty - out of 10.5K stories Delhi taught Ishita Sharma a lot of things. How to travel alone. How to survive in a new city. How to chase her dreams. What Delhi forgot to teach her was how to deal with Abhiraaj Malhotra. President Sahab!!! Tropes 🎀✨️: GrumpyXSunshine College romance He fell first, she fell harder

A powerful Home Minister. A fearless young advocate. One dangerous encounter changes everything. When Aaragya Rathore, a 22 year old law graduate, stands up for justice, she catches the attention of the cold 30 year old powerful politician Jaswant Singh Rajput. What begins with stolen glances, tension, and undeniable chemistry soon turns into a passionate love story tested by power, danger, politics, and courage. A story of love, obsession, bravery, and justice where two strong souls fight the world and find each other in the middle of chaos.

Imlie is mute, orphaned, and trapped in a life of abuse under her cruel chacha-chachi. Her world is silent, dark, and hopeless... until Aryan Singh Rathore, the city's most feared mafia, sees her. Cold, dangerous, and obsessively possessive, Aryan is drawn to her fragility like a moth to fire. He will stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means destroying anyone who dares hurt her. From fear to forbidden fascination, from silent pain to obsessive love-this is a story of darkness, desire, revenge, and a love that refuses to let go. Will Imlie trust him? Will Aryan control his dangerous obsession? Or will the storm of their emotions consume them both? Warning: Dark Mafia Romance | Obsessive Male Lead | Protective Love | Abuse Recovery | Slow Burn Romance

"He rules Bathinda like it's his personal kingdom. She's just a quiet girl from Meerut who doesn't even speak his language-let alone bow down to him." Basuri Gupta didn't expect much when she packed her bags in Meerut, cleared CUET, and moved halfway across the country to study at the Central University of Punjab. Staying at her father's old friend's house seemed safe enough. She liked her jeans, she kept her head down, and she spoke only when she had to. She certainly didn't plan on meeting him. Nihal Sandhu is everything Bathinda warns you about. Six-foot-two of unhinged, hot-tempered chaos, wrapped in crisp shirts, Nehru jackets, aviators, and a heavy gold kadha clinking against his wrist. He's the guy who drives a black Thar like he owns the pavement, smokes away his volatile patience, and rules a tight-knit circle of ruthless boys who don't answer to anyone. When Nihal's eyes first land on the quiet, unbothered girl staying at his best friend's house-a girl who looks right through his dark stares instead of trembling-it snaps something inside him. She thinks she can just fade into the background. He's about to make sure her whole world revolves around him. "Akhaan vich ankh paun ton dardi ae, par mere dil diyan saariyan chahbiyaan ehde kol ne... sach aakhda, eh Meerut aali kudi mera sab kujh lut ke le gayi ae." (Translation: She's scared to look me in the eyes, but she holds all the keys to my heart... honestly speaking, this girl from Meerut has looted and stolen my entire world.) A slow-burn, obsessive romance filled with cultural clashes, language barriers, quiet defiance, and a Jatt who doesn't know how to let go once he's hooked.

𑣲𝐀 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○●

Everyone in Vivekanand Institute of Studies feared three things 1. Bullies 2. Bullets 3. Brutal Veeraj Dahiya No, He was not brutal........ he was Blunt, Boundless, Cold blooded and heartless. From Campus fights to open firing in rallies, Veeraj was a certified Haryanvi Jaatt His bad boy personality made many campus girls drool over him, But he? Heck no!! he knew his standards. Coming from one of the hella rich and powerful families of haryana and being the only son of the most powerful MLA to ever rule the state, Dheeraj Dahiya, Our hero was not afraid of anything ( let's see for how long) REET THAKUR: A simple girl from Rajasthan who desired freedom more than she did oxygen. Having a toxic and patriarchal house, she never got validation at home. But how did she end up having the privilege to study at the prestigious Vivekanand Institute of Studies? Well, it would have gone the other way if Shushant Rana didn't wanted an educated daughter in law!!!! Let's see how will this freedom cost her for something she never knew she would desire for Warning: mature content and use of f•ul language

Unknown: Unblock my official account. And save this number. It is my personal line. My heart skipped. I sat up, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The sheer arrogance of him-commanding me even through a text message. Aahana: No. I won't. I told you, I want to be left alone. I stared at the "Seen" receipt. It only took ten seconds for the reply to come back. Unknown: Are you sure? Or would you prefer I come to your house to discuss it in person? It will take me exactly five minutes to reach your gate. ******** Aahana Sharma thrives in the shadows. As a shy, introverted college student, her only goal is to graduate unnoticed. But anonymity becomes an impossible luxury the day Devansh Rajvanshi locks his piercing gaze onto her. Devansh is a ruthless politician who gets whatever he wants-and he wants Aahana. Striking a cold, calculated deal with her struggling family, he forces her into a marriage she never asked for. Aahana is terrified of her new, imposing husband, a man whose jealousy burns like a wildfire and whose possessiveness leaves her breathless. To Devansh, she isn't just a wife; she is his absolute fixation, the only pure thing in his corrupt world. Trapped in his golden cage, Aahana vows never to let him into her heart. But behind Devansh's terrifyingly fierce protection lies a raw, consuming devotion that begins to blur the lines between fear and desire. As the quiet student is dragged into the chaotic glare of his political world, she realizes the monster everyone fears would gladly burn the world down just to keep her safe. Can she survive the heat of his obsession, or will she lose her heart to the man who forced her to wear his ring? ******************* #2 politician (27/6/26) #1politician (28/6/26)

when she asks him if he truly loves her, he simply smiles and says- "अभी तै तूने मेरा प्यार देख्या ही के सै, लाडो। वैसे तै तू मेरी ही सै... पर जिस दिन तू पूरी तरियां मेरी हो जागी ना, उस दिन तन्ने मेरा असली प्यार दिखेगा। मैं तन्ने गोद में लिए-लिए घूमूंगा, हाँडूँगा। अर सुन... मैं तन्ने रानी ना बनाऊँगा। रानियां नै समझौते अर कुर्बानियां देणी पड़ें सैं। तू तै मेरी राजकुमारी सै। राजकुमारियां नै तै पलकों पे बैठा के राख्या जाया करे सै... अर तू तै मेरी राजकुमारी सै, मेरी लाडो।"

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance