"Darling you don't know just how much mad you drive me with just your presence. Now I want you and you will be mine no matter what, even if I have to kill anyone for you." -×- Jiya × Lucas Jiya Kumari a girl fresh out of school. She lives in Pune with her family. She loves to collect earrings and loves to eat street food. She is a commerce student and wants to become a HR of a famous company. She has two best friends with whom she wanders around her society in the evening time. She is very talkative, bubbly, kind, cheerful and will bring smile to everyone's face in her surroundings. She never used rude remarks or violence but was sassy sometimes. She is a small child who will melt your heart within seconds in her presence. But her behaviour perhaps, allowed a huge storm to enter her life without her knowledge. The man whom she used to on tv was now standing in front of him but the situation is opposite because the channel where she used to see him was not a movie channel but in a news channel as a dangerous criminal who had bad reputation in the whole world. How will she react when that man is claiming to love her and wants to marry her and make her his wife for his whole life? Lucas Rivera a 29 years old mafia leader who is infamous for illegal drug smuggling and cruel behaviour to everyone. He never speaks too much but when he does everyone is scared as hell. Almost all the news channel were filled with his news only across the world even in India. He was never bothered by his bad reputation or his news because they feared him and if any dared to do so are all dead. One day, to catch a traitor, he went to India and there he didn't expect to lose his heart which he never believed a man like him could have, to a girl who was simply perfect for him.Now he only wanted her and he will have her. Tropes: ✯ Good girl× mafia man ✯ Age Gap ✯ Obsessive ml ✯ Love at first sight ✯ Hate to love ✯ Grumpy × Sunshine Enjoy reading 🙂

She just wanted to share her excitement over a midnight cake... He was used to silence, power, and fear-until her voice accidentally found him. What begins as a wrong number turns into a connection that neither of them understands. She's the warmth he never knew he needed. He's the danger she never saw coming. And neither knows who the other really is... A mafia king. A famous chef. A connection built in the dark, yet shining brighter than any truth they've ever known.

​"I hate you," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I hate you so much!" ​"Then prove it," Veer whispered, a single tear finally escaping his eye. "Kill me." ​Rashi closed her eyes, a guttural scream of agony tearing from her throat, and pulled the trigger. ​THUD-BOOM. ​The gunshot echoed across the Jaisalmer skyline like a clap of thunder. ​Veer's body jolted. His grip on her hand loosened, his fingers sliding off hers as his knees buckled. He crashed to the floor, his head hitting the stone with a hollow thud. A pool of crimson began to spread, staining the moonlight-silvered floor.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

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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. ☆☆☆☆

She loves to save people's life, he loves to kill them mercilessly......she is the broken soul, he'll be her healer....she wants everyone to be happy, he used to snatch happiness from people's life....she used to worship her idols , he used to worship her..... when he has the most dangerous aura & she used to stay away from people like him..... " YUVRAJ ASHOK RAGHUVANSHI" & " ANANYA JOSHI", these two are the different poles of magnet.... ananya who used to live in RISHIKESH with her family... & yuvraj who was her best friend's brother & the king of udaipur..... what will happen when, she came to udaipur for her best friend's wedding, what will happen when they'll meet each other.... what destiny have for them....what will happen when his sister will know about his love for her friend, will she agree with it?? will ananya accept his love??? what will happen when a silly, bubbly girl will be someone's obessesion ??? what will yuvraj do to get his love!!! so, are you ready lovelies to witness this beautiful journey of YUVANYA..... all rights reserved by @author_yashita

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

✨𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞✨ ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩~ ♥ _____________________________ ♥ {𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷} ❤ 𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓟𝓛𝓔𝓣𝓔 ❤ ✿ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓵 ✔ ✿ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓮 ✔ ✿ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ✔ ✿ 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻 ✔ ❤ 𝓞𝓝𝓖𝓞𝓘𝓝𝓖 ❤ ★ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ♠ A collection of fragments of imagination drenched in emotions. These short stories will take you through a world of romance, fantasy, deception, and pure love that is nothing short o

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________