This story contains a male lead who is not a moral character-he is dangerous, obsessive, and unapologetically ruthless. His actions are driven by control and possession, not kindness or redemption. Read only if you are comfortable with a dark romance where love is tangled with power, obsession, and destruction. Mikhail Sokolov **Ishika Rao A ruthless Russian mafia heir, Mikhail Sokolov, comes to India to aid his longtime ally in seizing control of a lucrative criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and convinced love is a fatal weakness, he lives by power and fear alone. But when he meets a defiant Indian woman who refuses to bend to his threats, she becomes more than a problem-she becomes his obsession. What starts as intimidation turns into a dangerous game of dominance and defiance, where boundaries blur and every choice pulls her deeper into his world. This is not a tale of redemption or gentle love-it is a story of possession, control, and a man who would rather destroy the woman he craves than ever let her go. EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON SCROLLSTACK. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

There is no clear definition of love. There are multiple versions of this same feeling. The feelings are complex too. This made "Love" more interesting. What happens when two opposite personalities collide with their age gap and extremely different mindsets. Will sparks fly or will they end up hurting each other? let's dive in to experience this sweet, bitter, and hottest journey of two souls

#1 in Urdu. THANK You guys for all the love. Warning ahead: The story contains violence and abusive language. Slow burn.. snippet of Story: Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear every beat clearly. He was so close to her and she had nowhere to run. And then he started coming closer, his warm breaths were falling on her lips. She could smell a faint cinnamon like smell. Suddenly she felt his hand on her waist pinning her on the wall. 'Please, leave me be' she whispered. He kept staring her lips, His red eyes were frightening her. 'Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you trying to tease me? When I try to touch you, you don't let me. When I tell you to stay away, you don't seem to do that either. Now whatever will happen with you tonight will entirely be your fault.' He suddenly picked her up with ease and started walking towards bed. She was crying and trying to push his muscular body but of no use. He was too overpowering. A lamb in the lap of Lion.

"Don't try to follow me, better yet don't even cross my path. Wherever I go, destruction follows." Anurag Khatri is a rising boxing star. He is angry, stubborn, and strong. Circumstances and life, in general, had made him like that. The only two things that mattered to him were his twin brother Aarav and fulfilling his dream of getting a gold medal in the Olympics. That was until an unexpected soft-spoken yet feisty woman bulldozed into his life. He knew she was a distraction but yet couldn't resist her. "There's nothing that love can't heal. With a bit of love, even destruction looks beautiful. " Priyanka Sharma is a passionate photographer and writer. She's caring, sensitive and believes that anything can be mended with love. Although anonymous, she has a popular blog. Along with that she also runs the charity fund of her father's company. Her dream is to help the underprivileged in every possible way. What happens when their worlds clash? Will their love destroy both of them or heal them?

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand. As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...." she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her... " Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check. she walked towards the voice direction " who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?" She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug. As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move. she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand. Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is, but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face, she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no" Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness. she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone. Find more in the story.....

Walking inside her room, Suhana unwrapped her dupatta from her head and put it on the bed after making sure all the curtains were drawn. She opened her waist-length hair and started to comb through them with her weak hands, standing in front of the mirror. A sudden movement near her room's door reflected in the mirror and caught her eyes. She stopped combing and in a split second, the comb fell from her hand to the ground. She turned around, causing her hair to whip unintentionally in the process. She hoped that what she saw was only a hallucination but the hope shattered pretty soon. There was Alexander, standing in all his glory, invading her privacy. His hawk-like eyes gawked at her with lust while his hands were formed in a tight fist. Warning! Mature Content!

A married women is stepping back in fear, saying no don't come near me, her back hit the wall. Then a man in fair color blocked her in-between him and wall. She turned her head away to side in fear. The Man neared her without hearing her pleas, she tried to push him using all her strength but he didn't even budged. Instead he gripped her hands tightly and held them against the wall. He leaned towards her leaving no Gap between them. He inhaled her scent and kissed in the nape of her neck. She felt disgusted and tried to free her hands, but he hold her hands even more tight which made her bangles to broke and fall to the ground. He continued to kiss her on her face. The girl is begging that man "leave me, please let me go I beg you let me go, please don't this to me, please please" " you are mine only mine, no one can separate you from me and tonight I will make you mine forever, with hook or nook" shouted that man. He tightly gripped her by her waist and pulled her closely towards him and tried to kiss her on lips. She moved her head in no. He held her back of neck and constrained it from moving and pulled her face closely to his face and forcedly tried to kiss her" 😐 Pragya a charming innocent girl finds herself as the Indian bride and wife of a British officer in her previous life who madly deeply loved her. she thought I was his wife in past life but in this life I am Pragya now. But what she don't know is that british officer is still in love with her. Will she able to live her life normally now🙄 Join Pragya in her journey.🥰