𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧-𝐞-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧-𝐞-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𓆩❤︎𓆪𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈 𓆩❤︎𓆪 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 💣🚬 He is not a man, but a cold, rhythmic tragedy dressed in black. He is the "Sarkar"-a king who rules not by the law of the land, but by the weight of his silences and the sharpness of his ego. With eyes that carry the darkness of a thousand moonless nights and a heart that stopped beating for others long ago, he is a storm that doesn't ask for permission to destroy. 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐊𝐋𝐀 🌸🔱 He is the soft light of Banaras trapped in the dark shadows of Prayagraj whose healing touch is her greatest strength and her heaviest curse. With the fierce pride of a DCP's daughter and the soul of a savior, she is the "Ghats of Ganga" personified: pure, deep, and unyielding. He never felt emotions until he saw her ....It was not obsession it was far more dangerous, LOVE . Aradhya: "Main tumse nafrat karti hoon." Ranveer: (Fixes her dupatta with the tip of his finger) Nafrat hi kijiye , Suna hai, ishq se zyada gehri dushmani ki umar hoti hai. Then he filled her hairline not with Sindoor but his blood

𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐇×𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 ┈➤ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ♡ They were never meant to exist in the same world. Yet somehow- they became each other's world. ☜♡☞ She was softness carved into human form. Light in its purest shape. A heart that loved without fear, without doubt... without knowing what fear truly was. And he- He was everything the world warns you about in hushed voices. Darkness that didn't hide. A man people feared... and prayed never to cross. ☜♡☞ Beauty and the Beast. But not the kind written in fairytales. Because in this story- the beauty doesn't want to escape. And the beast... doesn't want to let her. ☜♡☞ One loves like it's her first breath. The other holds on like losing her would be his last. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in caged (16 May-26) #2 in innocentfml (16 May-26) #1 in innocentfml (31 May-26)

❝𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲̨𝗿, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴..❞ What happens when rage and obsession collide? Neither of them wanted marriage. But destiny rarely asks for permission. Especially when it's fueled by bullets, betrayal, and a twisted kind of devotion. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶, is rage personified. The heir to an empire of guns and gold, he's the eldest son of a feared mafia family. Possessive, unpredictable, and unforgiving-he doesn't just protect what's his, he owns it. After rejecting nineteen marriage proposals, he reluctantly agrees to one... for reasons only his blood-stained heart understands. 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝘆 has a temper just as volatile. The only daughter of London's businessman Omkara Roy, she has no interest in Indian traditions or being controlled. But when she's forced to return to India for a marriage she didn't agree to, her world turns chaotic. She just wanted her freedom. Not a husband with eyes full of fire and fists that have tasted blood. This isn't your typical arranged marriage romance. This is obsession, wrapped in tradition and sealed with danger. -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 2 ⋆༺ ٠࣪⭑ ༻⋆

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 "I'M A CRIMINAL. SHE'S MY SIN. MY OBSESSION. MINE." _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She was a law student, transferred to Bangalore's best law university after completing one year in her hometown, Banaras. She had never been left alone, thanks to her overprotective brother. He was one of the world's finest bikers and a top-notch video gamer. He lived alone in Bangalore. At her sister's and friend's engagement, he met her - his friend's sister. Her brother, unaware of the danger, entrusted him with the responsibility of taking care of her for a few days. Little did he know, he was sending his sister straight into the obsessive world of a man people feared... a criminal. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ She carried a chaotic, stubborn heart, yet never dared to break a rule. He was calm, calculated-and broke every damn rule. He's quiet destruction. She's blazing chaos. He's fire. She's ice. Both had dominating personalities. Both burned in each other's obsession - dark, relentless, and unstoppable. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ If you want to know more about them - his obsessive darkness, and her cheerful yet fierce spirit - dive into the world of their obsession, where love has already been left behind. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 18+

"Eat whatever you want, Mr. Hunk..." "Then open those thighs for me, darling. I'm growing far too impatient for the meal I've been craving." 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 • 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 • 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧 • 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 • 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 • 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 • 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 ୨୧ ───────────── ୨୧

I slapped him. Hard, and full across his cheek, in front of the entire, breathless city of Banaras. His head snapped to one side with the force of it, the sound cracking through the air like something struck from a temple bell, sharp, final, undeniable. The whole marketplace fell silent in the space of a single heartbeat. Eyes widened around me. Someone's breath left their body in an audible gasp. I stood there afterward, drawing in long, ragged breaths, as though the act itself had cost me more courage than I possessed, because it had. For a girl like me, it had taken everything. I could have stayed silent. I could have looked away, the way everyone else in that crowd had chosen to. But I hadn't. Why? I still don't fully know. It was instinct, pure and unthinking, I hadn't planned to raise my hand, hadn't imagined myself capable of it. But watching him beat that old man with such brutal, mechanical indifference had lit something in me that refused to be reasoned with. Couldn't he see the man was old enough to be his father? This wasn't the reckless violence of a man who'd simply lost control for sport. He must have had his reasons, everyone always does. But reasons or not, couldn't he have spoken instead? Respectfully. Was that truly too much to expect of a man, even a gunda like him? Maybe it was. His face was still turned from the force of the slap when the sky itself seemed to answer me. Thunder cracked somewhere far above, low and rolling, and a hard gust of wind swept through the marketplace so suddenly that I staggered half a step. Moments ago we had all been drenched in sweat beneath a scorching afternoon sun; now the air had shifted entirely, cool and heavy, like the held breath before a monsoon storm. My dupatta caught the wind and began to lift and flutter wildly, and I fought to gather it back, right as I felt him turn. Slowly. Deliberately. His head came back toward me, and though I couldn't see his eyes yet, I could feel his gaze land on me like

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣

CHILDHOOD LOVE SERIES BOOK 1 (Sweet romance ) ASFAND JAHANGIR (age 27) a hard core bussiness man , who loves his doll alot .he cant even see a tear in her eye.what happens, when he will be forced to hurt her? AAMIYA JAHANGIR (age 19) a cute bubbly , loving girl.but she could be a brat also, when she decided to be .loved by everyone .she cant stay without asfi . ---------- Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions. "Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her. "No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued. When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes. "You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked."Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife." (Assalam ualaikum friends! a new story for my lovely readers .hope that you all like it .)

She was sitting on his bed when he entered his room, noticed his newly wedded wife whome he married today forcefully, because she wasn't ready to marry him. He come towards her and hold her hand in his her face was pale with no expression. Akshat- jaan say something why are you so quite hmm ?..........she look in his eyes with tears but didn't said anything. Akshat- jaan mera Shona I know you are angry but it's important to do or else someone will stole you from me and you know I can't loose you........he caress her hairs. Rudvi- you are insane..........she gritted her teeths. Akshat- it's not good to disrespect to your newly wedded husband my Shona, go change your clothes, your clothes are in closet.........she was wearing her college uniform, when she was coming back from college he kidnapped her then marry her forcefully. Without saying anything she left to change her dress, here Akshat settle on bed properly making place for her to sleep, after sometime she come back she find him on his side without saying anything she laid on her place and closed her eyes. After confirming that she slept deeply Akshat hold her face in his palms and peck her lips, he again kiss her but this time deeply he shuck her lips deeply he bite her on upper lips making her whined in sleep he patted her head then lay on his side taking her in his arms. Akshat- you are only mine Shona no one can snatch you from me, today I let you sleep but I promise soon your every night will be pleasurable and sleepless cause I'm not gonna stop after that until sleep peacefully as much as you can.

He is the silent executioner. She is the cold strategist. Together, they are a bloodbath. "She fights for the law. He breaks it like a promise. And somewhere between justice and sin... they fall." "Agastya Singh Rana doesn't lose cases- He buries them. Aahana Kashyap doesn't lose battles- She wins them in court. But this war? It's personal." AGASTYA SINGH RANA doesn't talk. He acts. A man of few words and brutal methods, he serves his justice the way he offers his prayers to Mahadev-with cold, unyielding fire. He doesn't want a partner, and he certainly doesn't want a witness. AAHANA KASHYAP isn't looking for a savior. A devotee of Krishna, she knows that the sharpest weapon isn't a blade-it's the mind. She is icy, calculating, and has spent years building a plan to dismantle her enemies. She doesn't have time for Agastya's brute force, and she has even less patience for his attitude.