The Bratva's Forbidden Flame is a dark, obsessive romance between fire and frost-between innocence and bloodlust. When Kaveri Sharma, a sharp-tongued but gentle-hearted Indian historian, arrives in St. Petersburg for a prestigious fellowship, she steps into a world far more sinister than academia. Behind ancient Gothic walls lies a cursed legacy and a man who rules it all. Vladislav Valeryan-the Blood King of Russia's underworld. A brutal, calculating mafia Pakhan known only by fear and violence. But even he wasn't prepared for the chaos that was Kaveri. Her eyes are his sin, her defiance his addiction. She doesn't know his name, only his power. And he doesn't care about her world, only how to make her his. But fate isn't kind to lovers born of war and blood. Secrets lurk in the shadows, vendettas burn deep, and the forbidden always costs the most. A tale of power, passion, and peril-where the forbidden becomes inevitable. And love? Love is the most dangerous game of all.

Aakriti Malhotra... The youngest. The loudest. The one who filled every corner of her home with laughter. A soft-hearted, beautiful girl who never learned how to stay quiet. Carefree like the wind, bold like fire, and loved beyond words by her family. A family that felt complete- Two parents who adored her. Four protective elder brothers who treated her like their whole world. An elder sister who was her best friend, her secret keeper, her shield. She was their princess. Or so she believed... Until everything changed. The day her uncle and aunt left for London, they didn't just take their two sons with them. They left behind two daughters-silent, forgotten, and slowly fading into the background of a family that once felt whole. And then came her 19th birthday. A night meant for laughter. Lights. Celebration. Love. But instead... it became the night everything shattered. One accident. One moment. One truth too heavy to survive. And when Aakriti woke up to her world breaking apart... She didn't see the same eyes anymore. The same family who once worshipped her presence... now looked at her like she was a stranger. Like she was a mistake. Like she was a criminal who had destroyed everything they loved. Her name was still Aakriti Malhotra. But in their eyes... she was something else entirely. A girl once held like glass... now left to break in pieces no one tried to fix. Because sometimes, love doesn't disappear. It turns into silence. Into blame. Into distance so deep... it feels like death. And in that silence, one question remains- What really happened that night... that turned their princess into their punishment?

Two families. One marriage. A fate neither of them chose. Pratha Malhotra is a soul made of Jaipur sunsets-soft, innocent, traditional and a law student. Dr. Shivansh Randhawa. A brilliant neurosurgeon and the heir to a ruthless political empire. Both got into a marriage of convenience. He protects her like it's instinct. She fights him like it's her right. Some bonds are not chosen. They are destined.

BOOK 1 Of RATHORE SERIES He was the nightmare everyone feared. She became the only thing he couldn't survive without. He survived bullets, bloodshed, and betrayal. But he was never prepared for kindness. ✧ TROPES ✧ Obsessive Mafia Hero Psychologist × Mafia King Touch Her And Die Possessive Male Lead Dark Romance Trauma & Healing Emotional Dependency Morally Grey Hero Protective Obsession Beauty and the Beast Vibes Hurt/Comfort He Falls First and Harder

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

"No..." She shook her head, the word scraping out of her throat. "No, no... everything was a lie." Her voice rose, cutting through the silence. "You were a lie." She staggered back a step, but her eyes never left his. They burned ..grief and fury tangled so tightly she couldn't separate them. "You're a monster," she spat. "You played me. You played our entire-"Her breath hitched. "The whole fucking relationship was a lie." The fresh tear slipped free, hot against her skin. Then another. But her chin stayed lifted, stubborn, refusing to crumble in front of the man who had broken her. "I don't want to be with you," she said. Quiet. Steady. The kind of steady that comes when there's nothing left to burn. Then Arjun chuckled. It wasn't amused. It wasn't surprised. It was darker. Colder. "You really think you can just walk away?" he murmured, stepping closer. His shadow swallowed the distance between them. "Love... you don't have a choice." She went rigid as his fingers cupped her chin. "Because if I have to chain you," he whispered, eyes full of a devotion that looked too much like madness, "I won't hesitate." Lightning flashed behind him, turning his face into a silhouette carved from obsession. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you." Shivanya's breath shook, fear and anger and betrayal knotting together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. she understood something terrifying: Arjun didn't just love her. He owned her. And monsters never let go of what they claim.

What if he is never kneel infront of anyone, never listened anyone's command? Yet once you eyes forget to look at him, he becomes totally lost? Totally reckless? Totally craving!.... OBSESSION TO DEVOTION 🫧/_ To all who unknowingly stirred a fire within, what began as restless obsession has become quiet, unwavering devotion. This is for you, in silence and in light. ISHANI RANAWAT 🪻/_ She moves like a whisper through boardrooms-sharp as a blade, silent as frost. Rooted in business with an iron will, her presence commands without words. Her eyes, cool as winter dawns, hide a fire so controlled it burns like cold ice. She doesn't speak often-but when she does, kingdoms could fall. Emotion is a currency she never trades, yet her silence says more than most screams. #Obsession REYANSH ROMANO ✨️/_ By day, he's the polished heir of a global empire-suits, signatures, and sharp smiles. But when the sun sets, the shadows claim him. Born of an Indian mother and an Italian father, he walks between two worlds-one bound by blood, the other by power. The underworld is his true cathedral, built on silence, loyalty, and darkness. He's never believed in gods or grace-only the ruthless order of chaos, the sanctity of control, and the weight of his own name. _______ Tropes: ----------- hatetolove Indianxitalian Obsession look at her and die

"He knew me in ways I never allowed." Brilliant and analytical, Azeeza Hashmi had her future perfectly mapped out-a rising academic career and a hard-won love with Emad Salaar. But logic fails when you don't know you are a variable being calculated. When an unforeseen crisis backs her into an impossible corner, Azeeza must marry Araash Zahni-an aristocratic scientist whose doting warmth masks a dangerous, sociopathic obsession-just to save her dignity. Trapped in his gilded cage, a dark, toxic dependency begins to blur the lines between survival, hatred, and a terrifying physical addiction. But when a locked drawer in his private study accidentally slips open, a hidden manila folder unearths a secret that changes everything she thought she knew about her past. The trap has sprung, and her own mind is the weapon. Can she escape an equation designed to leave no survivors? ⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences. It contains them upes of extreme obsession, toxic dependency, sexual scenes, manipulation, psychological distress, and trauma-bonding. Reader discretion is strongly advised. TROPES: Arranged Marriage | Billionaire / Scientist | Morally Grey MC | Forced Proximity | Academic Romance / Psychological Thriller

All of a sudden the door just opened and he barged inside the room and marched towards her furiously. He shouted her name in anger but she didn't reply and continued packing her things. His eyes filled with rage ,no one ever dared to ignore him like that,without thinking a bit he clutched her hand tightly and snatched whatever was in her hands and threw that in the corner of the room and looked at her with rage filled eyes and shouted, "Are you dumb ??? I said look at me paarthvi" (clutched her hands tightly she gt startled) "Didn't I tell you that you can't leave this house.How the hell you think you can get rid of me since you willingly accepted this marriage ?" (Grasping her waist tightly he pushed her towards him and tilted her jaw to make her look at his cold blooded angry eyes) "Look at me otherwise you won't like the consequences, Mrs Paarthvi Ranvijaay Singh Shekhawat" (She looked at him with teary eyes) "I will say this just once , you will live or die with me in this house.you are bound to be with me for the rest of your life.I married you and I won't let you go anywhere even if I die I will take you with me in the grave ... Put this simple thing in your small brain." Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat-A 34 year old,cold hearted handsome guy who just care about his fmly for others he is a heartless man.He is as cold as ice and as hot as 🔥 fire.He is quite possessive about his things and doesn't believe in marriages and love. Paarthvi Singh Chauhan-She is a 25 year old kind hearted and generous girl.She is a perfectionist who loves nature and finds happiness in small things.She believes in love and giving respect to everyone and demands the same.She is really attached towards her tradition and culture. Love_Qiana🖤 ♥️13Nov22 Highest ranking 13dec.22-: #3 in #hatelove 23dec.22-: #1in #proud 26dec.22-: #1 in #agegap 26dec.22-: #2 in #wedding 27dec.22-:#1 in #husband 18feb.23-:#1 in#indianwedding