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

He wears discipline like a second skin. She carries quiet defiance in her eyes. Aryavardhan Singh Rathore, a Wing Commander, lives by control. Vritika Roy, a neurosurgeon, lives by restraint. They clash the moment they meet. He dislikes her calm. She resents his authority. So he watches her-not out of interest, but instinct. Observation becomes habit. Habit becomes something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase. He doesn't confess. He positions himself where her world slowly starts to close in. Because some men don't fall in love. They decide. Vritika realizes too late that being seen by him was never harmless. It was the beginning of possession. This is not a gentle love story. It is a slow burn of obsession, dominance, and forbidden desire- where hatred turns into hunger, and walking away was never an option. Enter only if you're ready for a romance that doesn't ask. It claims.

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

𝕯𝖚𝖊𝖙 : 02 " 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝; 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 "

~Book 1 of Moon Historicals(Destiny Series) "If I can make you blush like that then surely I am shameless" said the man who saved me from being burned alive and married me. Abhyudit known as the ruthless monster had his eyes on the naive girl, his white rose who was unaware of his actions. Chandrali's fiancee is killed and she is humiliated but the monster, her saviour comes to her aid. But is this all the way it seems or does the monster had other motives? Will the rose be withered or will it bloom? Is this marriage a deception or is it a fairytale? Find out in the story. This story contains mature content and mature themes. Please be mindful before reading. The story does not have any resemblance to the real world in terms of names, people and places. Tropes King x common girl Dominant x submissive Destiny Ruthless male lead Naive female lead

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

*Mature Content* "You're mine," he growls, his grip on me tightening. "And I always get what I want." +++ One day, the Immortal Sin named Cian admitted himself into a mental care facility. Six years before Amolet started working there. With hope to finally have independence, Amolet took the job without thinking much of it. That is until she meets the self-admitted patient, with unspeakable powers, shrouded in darkness and mystery. When he refuses to speak to her, her curiosity only peaks, her desire to get to know this sinfully perfect man too hard to walk away from. But the deeper she digs, the more of his past she discovers, piecing together a sinister reality. But it's a reality she can't escape from, as she's tied to him in ways she couldn't have ever predicted.