Anaya Mehra was never meant to fall in love with a man like him. Elegant, kind, and powerful-Aaryan Rathore walked into her life like a dream. He made her laugh, made her feel seen, and gave her the kind of love stories are made of. What began with gentle glances turned into midnight conversations, stolen moments, and soft promises of forever. But some promises are laced with poison. Behind his perfect smile hides a truth no one dares to speak. Behind her father's quiet eyes lies a past too dangerous to forget. And when their two worlds collide, the mask of love begins to crack... revealing something far more dangerous beneath. A proposal is coming. But this time, it's not a question-it's a warning. In a world where power wears a suit and love hides sharp teeth... Will she escape the villain's love, or become the crown he refuses to share? "Not all villains steal empires-some steal hearts first."

"Behind the mask of innocence lies a hunger for revenge, where power reigns supreme and secrets dictate the game." ••• Ananya's light conceals dark shadows. Secrets fester. Revenge fuels. Betrayal lingers. Obsession rules. What will Trayaksh do when he learns the truth? "I didn't come for love; I'm here to reclaim what was stolen and unleash chaos." One last, merciless tug of the stethoscope around his neck, and she savored the light fading from his eyes. ARC II - Her Villainess Era ••• Available with English Translations. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

"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.

They says his name in whispers. A man with no mercy no weakness. I was just a mistake_ a girl who got in his way He is cruel, controlling feared by all He says he will ruin me He rules her world... will she survive? "I hate you," I told the most dangerous man in Arena City. He only smirked, like my fear amused him. "Hate me all you want," he said. "You still belong to me." "Let me go!" His eyes darkened. "Never." ZAVİYAR SINGH RATHORE - ZSR Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone makes men tremble and women whisper. In Arena City, he is power. He is danger. And now, he wants her. IRHA KAPOOR _ Alone. Broken. Stronger than she knows. Escaping a past filled with lies, abuse, and betrayal, she thought she could run. But fate has a way of bringing the hunted straight to the predator. Top ranks ❤️ March 30, 2026 #1st enimiestolovers #2nd feared #6th controlling #8th. lovehate #5th escape

#1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

Rudraansh Singh Shekhawat ☆ She is so pure. A devastatingly handsome, 6'5", Rudraansh Singh Shekhawat isn't just a politician; he's a king who rules his dark world with an iron fist. His ruthless, brooding presence and piercing gaze make empires tremble. He lived his life in cold, calculated control, far from the messiness of emotions, until she stumbled into his line of fire. And now that this possessive lion has set his sights on her, he'll burn the world to make her his. Niyati Sharma ☆ I was just living my life... and then I saw a murder. A 5'7" kindergarten teacher, Niyati Sharma is all soft, clumsy innocence and gentle routines. She's the sunshine, completely unprepared for the storm that's about to consume her. After accidentally witnessing a crime she shouldn't have, her simple, safe life is shattered by the most dangerous man she's ever met. She's terrified of the monster... but she's also the only one who's seen the man underneath. With a dangerously obsessive man like him and a terrified, innocent woman like her, their story is a dark, thrilling, and addictive ride. Want to know what happens when a monster decides he wants a saint? Come join us.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

**COMPLETED** IAS x BUSINESS TYCOON She is fire in government uniform. He's ice in a tailored suit. Two strangers. One forced marriage. Zero feelings... or so they thought. And fate just married them off. Kavisha - a fearless, short-tempered IAS officer with no patience for arrogance. Agastya Singhania - a cold, composed business tycoon who doesn't even blink at the prettiest women alive. Their worlds clashed the moment they met - sarcasm, ego battles, and a whole lot of attitude. So when their parents arrange their marriage without their consent, it's war. Publicly, they're strangers. Privately, they're husband and wife. And somewhere in between... enemies on the edge of something dangerously close to love. A marriage no one knows about. A war no one saw coming. A love story neither of them believes in. Perfect for fans of slow burns, arranged chaos, and fictional men who live rent -free in your heart. '' new chapters'' every Saturday .