"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

" I can't ... I can't stay away from you jaan" He pressed the photo to his chest, "You think I will give up? That I will forget you?"His voice dropped to a dark whisper "No, Tara. You are not something I can lose." He kissed the photo's surface his lips trembling. "You do not get to decide for both of us. You are mine. Tum meri thi, hao .. aur rahogi." (You were mine, you are mine... and you'll always be mine.) He threw back the last of the alcohol, the bottle clinking against the wall and shattering into a thousand pieces. . . Story of dev and tara

18+ - "Jaan, Who do you love the most, Me or your father?" Came Ansh's soft voice as he looked down at Shivangi who was peacefully sitting on his lap, listening to his heartbeat "Umm....I can't decide because I love the both of you the most till the moon and it's back!" Said Shivangi rising as she put both of her legs on each side of him and squeezed his cheeks with love "And What if he tries to snatch you away from me one day? Will you listen to him Jaan?" - "Chin up, mi amor" Listening to his voice as if an alarm went off in her mind her body started trembling immensely Gripping onto her teddy bear tightly as if her life were dependent on it seeing him near her Her skin twitched when his palm came in contact with her cheek and softly palmed it "Who do you love the most in the world, mi amor?" "Y-Y-Yo-You" She chocked "And that bastard?" Tears emerged into her eyes as her grip further tightened on the teddy bear as if somebody would snatch it away from her "Say, my baby doll I want to hear your soft baby-like voice" He cooed making her flinch and tremble even more "W-Who is h-he? I-I don't h-h-have a-any Papa, A-All I have i-is yo-u in t-this world" The words left out of her mouth immediately as if she were made to by heart it

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. "Then name your price, Miss Rawal." The air between them turned razor-sharp. Everyone waited - stunned, breathless - for Arisha's reply. Her lips curved, not in amusement but in challenge. "Your whole worth," she said slowly, "is not even close to my price." ______________________________________ "Possession isn't optional... it's destiny." He is the King of Rajasthan-powerful, feared, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever noticed... until fate threw them together. In a world of royal expectations, family secrets, and dangerous rivals, their hearts collide, igniting a passion neither expected. But can love survive when every glance, every decision, and every secret is under scrutiny? Will Arisha win the king's heart... or will the shadows of the past tear them apart before their story even begins?

A little dark and passionate touch to IPKKND. Never in her wildest dreams did Khushi Gupta imagine this side of Arnav. Read to find out more about the dark passenger within ASR - Over Possessive Raizada.

Ishika Sharma has always lived a quiet life - a sheltered, studious college girl with dreams of becoming a painter, unaware that someone has been watching her... for years. From the shadows of power and blood, Vedant Raichand, ruthless mafia don and billionaire CEO, has stalked her every move for the past 10 years. From her school days to her morning routines, every secret, every smile, every tear - he's watched it all. Obsession is an understatement. She was always meant to be his. --- > "You think running away would save you, Ishika? I've killed for you. Burned for you. Built an empire while bleeding for you. You were never hiding - you were just delaying what was already yours to endure: me. You're not just my wife. You're my obsession. My addiction. My goddamn religion. I don't want your love. Not yet. I want your silence. Your surrender. Your fear when I touch your face and whisper your name like a prayer laced with poison. The world might think I've gone mad. They're right. Because I've waited ten years to ruin you - sweetly, slowly, completely. And now that you're mine... You'll never breathe without permission again." But love built on obsession... can it ever be real? #5 indianarrangemarriage ( 3/10/25 ) #1 indianarrangemarriage (21/12/25) #5 possessive (21/12/25)

Abhimanyu Thakur is not a man; he is a force of nature. At thirty, he sits atop a throne of blood and gold as the wealthiest businessman in Asia. By day, he manipulates global markets with a cold, predatory intellect; by night, he is the "Dark Devil" of the underworld, a man whose name silenced the most hardened criminals. Yet, his greatest paradox lies in his loyalty-he is the Indian Intelligence's most lethal shadow, a ghost agent who executes the impossible. But the crown weighs heavy. Abhimanyu is a prisoner of his own mind. Raged-filled and volatile, his lack of patience is legendary, often leaving boardrooms and battlefields in ruins. He is haunted by chronic insomnia and fractured dreams, living in a perpetual state of waking exhaustion where reality and nightmare bleed together. For weeks, Abhimanyu has been obsessed with a girl he calls "Sapphire," the only person who calmed the storm in his head during a rainy night in Jaipur. He has tracked her across the continent, convinced she was a random vigilante who saved his life. Abhimanyu Thakur × Yuvika Rajvanshi