Aaradhya Rajvansh has six brothers and a life wrapped in protection and love. She is naughty, innocent, and always smiling-the kind of girl who lights up every room she walks into. With brothers like hers, no boy ever dared to come close. She was off limits. Always. Yuvaan Suryavanshi knew that better than anyone. The typical bad boy with a soft side only she gets to see, Yuvaan is best friends with her brothers. Falling for her was never part of the plan. But over the years, stolen glances turned into quiet feelings, and those feelings turned into something dangerous. He fell first. And he fell hard. To him, Aaradhya wasn't just a girl. She was his weakness. His obsession. His junoon. TROPES: High school romance 6 Overprotective brothers Bad boy x Good girl Bestfriends sister x Brothers bestfriend He fell first but both fell harder Backbencher x Topper Family Love

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

Desperation brought them to his door; obsession brought him to hers. Meera's father owes money he can't repay, and Devraj Singh-powerful, dangerous, and utterly fixated-sees an opportunity to claim what he wants.

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

In class you will call me proffeser. In private you'll call me daddy. Dr. Arjun Malhotra was the kind of man mother's warned their daughter about- too handsome, too powerful, too dangerous. To the world , he was respected professor. But behind the mask, he was Mumbai's most feared Mafia king. And me? I was just Ananya Sharma, the innocent girl who made the mistake of catching his eyes. His gaze burned through me in lectures, His voice made my heart race. His touch.....ruined me. I should have run. I should have resisted. But when the devil himself decides you're his obsession, escape isn't an option. Proffeser by day. Mafia king by night. My forbidden sin.

♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enough to bind his soul in chains of obsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

◦•●◉✿ Desi Romance ✿◉●•◦ "I hate you!" Mayuri screamed while being tied to the chair. "I hate you too, but you have to marry me whether you want it or not" Rudranksh's said, gripping her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his stormy gaze. When enemies meet each other.. Will love take place between them? Or it'll burn them just LIKE.. In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is everything, Rudranksh Singh Rathore reigns as the ruthless and fearless Chief Minister. Feared by his enemies, respected by his allies, he never lets emotions cloud his judgment-until Mayuri Roy storms into his life. A forced marriage. A clash of wills. A dangerous attraction. Bound by fate and tangled in a web of political rivalries, betrayal, and long-buried secrets, Mayuri must decide-will she stand beside the man the world fears, or will she be the one to bring him down? He is power. She is fire. Together, they can either rule or ruin everything. Now she became his ᴀʀᴅʜᴀɴɢɪɴɪ 🍁ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs 🍁

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨