･ﾟ: ✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ✦ :･ﾟ Some stories don't end... they linger. In the quiet corners of your mind, in the shadows you pretend not to see, this one was never truly gone-it was just waiting... breathing slowly beneath the surface, growing darker, deeper, more dangerous. And now that you're here again, there's no turning back. Because once you step into this world, it doesn't just tell a story... it consumes you ✦ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦ ✦ 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 • 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 • 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 ✦ ✦ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This story contains dark romance themes, age gap, and some violence. Reader discretion advised. ✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ❀ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦ ✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ He doesn't believe in warmth. Not in people, not in promises. Abhimaan Rathore is the kind of man who keeps his distance-not because he has to, but because he chooses to. His silence isn't empty... it's deliberate. Every word he withholds, every glance he gives, carries weight. There's no chaos in him, no visible anger-just a quiet, controlled coldness that makes people step back without knowing why. He doesn't lose control. He doesn't lose himself. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. Because in his world, attachment is weakness... and he doesn't allow himself to be weak. ✦ 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 ✦ Ishika Mehra isn't the kind of person who waits to be understood. She speaks when she wants to, walks away when she needs to, and doesn't waste time explaining herself to anyone. There's a sharp clarity in the way she carries herself-steady, unapologetic, and fully aware of her place. She doesn't believe in unnecessary attachments or empty words. If something matters, she holds onto it. If it doesn't, sh

~•~ "I promise that i will not leave a single chance to turn your life into living hell You will beg in front of me but i will not stop. Mark my words, just the way you had broke my heart i will do it with double power." His hatred claded words reverberated in her ears. Her fingers curled on the silky cloth of his shirt. She stepped nearer and shook her head. "You can't! I love you, at least once listen to me!" "Don't utter those bloody words! It's just a misconception to fool people and Ritvik Kashyap will never be a fool again. Be ready, your life is gonna destroy." ~•~ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :- Story will contain mature scenes! ~•~ #60. Under 2.35 m #1 in marriage-of-convenience #1 in indianstory #1 in arrogant #1 in maturethemes #1 in torment #2 in seduction #2 in intimate #2 in betrayal #2 in hatelove #4 in innocent #5 in handsome #6 in forced marriage ~•~

╰┈➤✮ 𝐴𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑣 × 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑘𝑎 ❝𝑯𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒌𝒂❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ How does it feel to get married with the one you love? Feels like heaven right? But what if your loved one doesn't even take you as a wife? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "We are couples for the world but in reality we are nothing. I can never take you as my wife." Tears started coming in my eyes but I blinked the tears and whisper a "sure" and rushed to the washroom. I don't want him to see me crying. God why me? This is not how I thought my first night will go • • • • - - - - • • • • Will she be able to make him fall for her? Will he ever love her? What if she won't fit in the royal standards? Watch the book to get the answers to all the questions.

"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

He didn't hate love - he just didn't believe in the kind that fades. She wasn't just sunshine - she was the storm wrapped in warmth. Reyansh keeps his heart guarded, not out of fear, but because he's seen too many people settle for less than real. Quiet, intense, and unapologetically blunt, he never imagined someone could get under his skin. Until Aadhya. She's chaos in pastel. Bold, warm, and completely unfazed by his cold shoulder. A girl who doesn't need saving - but somehow makes him want to be better. She doesn't wait to be chosen; she makes her own space in the world - and maybe in his life too. They were never supposed to collide. But hearts don't ask before they crash. ✨ A slow-burn story of soft glances, sharp words, and the kind of love that feels like home - even when it hurts. Tropes - ✯ Grumpy x Sunshine ✯ CEO x CEO ✯ Slow Burn Romance ✯ Possessive MMC and Ignorant FMC ✯ He fell first... ✯ Soft Banter ✯ Touch her and see the hell. ✯ Spicy

"why the fuck did you go on a date with him? he is not even your type!!" he growls. "so what? he is friendly and nice to me" I replied confidently. "NO, HE IS NOT NICE!!! he wants you because you're....beautiful" he said looking directly in my eyes! "Viaan! stop being so annoying...and let me go! he is waiting for me" I said. As I was about to leave, he held my hands and in a millisecond I was pinned to his car. I was shocked by this action of his. He never behaved like this but today he was in different mood. "What a-are you d-doing?" I said. We were so close that our lips were almost touching and then he bends towards my neck and kiss it. I swear that feeling was so amazing... I loved it but I didn't show it on my face, but then he looked at me with his dark brown eyes, and stared at me for a couple of seconds. "If you didn't leave for home right now! I will kiss the fuck out of you, until you become breathless" he said in his deep voice without breaking the eye contact. Honestly that was hot....but this is not the time for this. "And why are you suddenly so interested in my personal life? Are you jealous of Abhay?" I said without looking at him. "Do not try me! I said go home!!" I sensed that he is angry. "Oh yeah? don't try you? what will you do Mr. Raghuvanshi?" I said in a sarcastic way. To which he smirked. and said "don't ask for something you can't handle baby" What did he just say.....Baby? "I'm not your baby". "Are you sure?" he smirked again. Why the hell he's keep doing that. ......... Tropes - Friends to Lovers CBI officer × Teacher Past is Involved No cheating Mention of Domestic violence (not by Male Lead) Torture on Female lead (obviously not by Male Lead) #1 hers #19 slowburn #7 desiromance

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul "I don't care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell", she said maintaining the eye contact "Your angel eyes see the good in a devil 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳", he strolled towards her with long steps "And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil", she titled her head sideways when he grabbed her neck harshly yet carefully not to hurt her but "You are fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless. You are my sickening Temptation, in my veins like a pretty poison", he didn't even waited for her to reply shutting her off by smashing his lips on hers devouring her like a secret or a sin. He had this look in his eyes how he owns her how she belongs to him. But for her he can he can kill and get killed would burn down the world for her but not let a single flame touch her. She hold the power to make the Lord of Darkness kneel before her. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲--- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. || Mature and Triggering content || Read at your own discretion.

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

Book One of the "ISHKAA" Series "The Melody of Our Love" ⚠️ 18+ Mature Content | Read at Your Own Risk "Please... don't hurt me. I'm pregnant... I want to live... please..." Her voice trembled like a melody on its last breath-fragile, desperate, fading. A masked man stood before her, silent... knife in hand, eyes colder than death. She stepped back in fear, heart pounding, hope crumbling- And then she slipped. From the fifth floor of a mansion built on secrets and sins, She fell. A scream tore through the night- Her body crashed onto the car below like a shattered lullaby. Blood spilled like lyrics of a tragic song. Her phone hit the ground, still recording, her final whisper echoing faintly: "Karan..." ✨Welcome to a tale where love bleeds, hearts betray, and survival is a prayer. A tale where one name holds the power to destroy-and to save. 💔 HIS CHUHIA. HER KHADOOS. 💔 She was his sunshine. He was her storm. But when obsession wears the mask of love and betrayal sharpens its claws- Who really survives? Journey through a dangerously intoxicating story of: 🌑 Dark Secrets & Unforgivable Sins ❤️‍🔥 Adult Romance with Heavy Emotions & Smut 🖤 Grumpy x Sunshine Pairing That Sets Pages on Fire 💥 College Love Drenched in Lust, Longing, and Lies 🔪 Obsessive Love & Manipulative Desires 💔 Suicidal Confessions and Pleas for Life 💣 Twists That Hurt Like a Slap But Feel Like a Kiss 🇮🇳 Punjabi Masala Vibes Mixed with Raw Intensity This isn't just a love story- It's a war between the heart and the past. Between what was promised... and what was stolen. Between melodies once sweet- And the screams that followed. 🔥 Will she survive the fall? 🔥 Will he fight his demons or become one? 🔥 When love turns into an obsession... who saves whom? Read "The Melody of Our Love" - where passion meets pain, and every heartbeat risks turning into the last. Want a love story? You'll get a storm instead.