**She wrote, "I am not dumb, I just want some care too, I also want love and affection."** he want sex (The first part revolves around obsession and lust only, abusive and no happy ending, but the base of the main story.) 18+ "Do you know why I call you Little Love?" he whispers. His arms tighten around her waist from behind, a wolfish grin on his face. She shyly nods as her head nods no. He laughs at the girl's innocence, caressing her bare belly. "because.." .... "y-you made me paint your portrait with b-blood of my cousin,m-mr archer ?" She shuddered as she stepped back, having fear and disbelief in her eyes, with tears flowing down her face. He rolls his eyes and pinches her cheeks playfully, like it's a joke to him. "Come on, little love. He tried to touch you. tried to run away with you, when you are my wife in my castle." arrogant yet lovely tone. (HE IS A HOLY HELL PSYCHOPATH, LOVE THE SMELL AND COLOUR BLOOD, OBSESSED WITH A GIRL, KING) (SHE IS INNOCENT, MATURE YET CHILDISH, OBEDIENT AND LOVED BY EVERYONE CUZ OF HER INNOCENCE AND KINDNESS FOR EVERYONE) ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗‼‼‼‼‼‼‼ THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL. I don't want to hurt anyone's emotions and beliefs. Just a fictional story. for fun. Please read it with a free mind. No fight, no insult. It's a story of a different universe, a different world. NOT RELATED TO REALITY. King of Britain and an innocent girl from India 90s... BRITAINxINDIA 3 SIDE COUPLES ( 2 STRAIGHT and 1 GAY) It's gonna be lengthy, heehe WE RESPECT EVERYONE. PEACE. LOVE. 18+, violence, crime, abuse, abusive words. triggers, bla, bla, bla.. See you. take care

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

This story begins right after NDC. The team has won. Rey is happy. Everyone is celebrating. It looks like everything is finally falling into place. But this is where things start breaking instead. In the show, Taani was always shown as too emotional, too dependent, too immature. Rey's fake breakup was shown as something that "made her stronger." Her stepping away was treated as growth. And eventually, she was erased from the story completely. This story doesn't accept that. Here, Taani doesn't leave. She doesn't scream. She doesn't fight. She just... stops. Stops explaining. Stops adjusting. Stops bending. She is still the same good, naive, kind-hearted girl. She still gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. She still loves deeply. But she is exhausted. And for the first time, she chooses silence over sacrifice. Rey doesn't understand what he did wrong. Swayam doesn't understand why she feels distant. Sharon doesn't fully see what Taani is losing. And slowly, Taani begins to believe something dangerous: Maybe she is simply not the kind of girl people choose first. Maybe love is not meant for her. This story is not about revenge. It's not about turning Taani into someone cold or cruel. It's about what happens when the "good girl" finally gets tired. It's about quiet heartbreak. Unspoken distance. And the fear of losing someone who never shouted to be heard - but is now slipping away anyway.

"Your father's hand was just a warning," he whispered, his voice cold as ice. "The next bullet goes in his head. So, tell me, Priya... will you marry me?" He killed a man for talking to me. He shattered my father's hand for saying no. To save my family, I agreed to marry the monster. But my "yes" was a lie. I'm using this year to plan my escape. If he finds out, we're all dead. This is a story of terrifying obsession, fierce family love, and one girl's desperate fight for freedom.

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

Some people fall in love. Others... build it. Reyansh Raichand was never a part of Meher Shah's world. Not in the beginning. Not in any way that mattered. He was just Kabir Shah's friend. A familiar face. Someone who came and went without leaving a mark. And that's exactly how he wanted it. Because the most dangerous obsessions don't announce themselves- they grow quietly, patiently... until they become unavoidable. Every step he took was deliberate. Every bond he formed was calculated. Every moment he spent around her... had a purpose. Meher never noticed when he stopped being distant and started becoming present. Never questioned why he was always there- in the background, in the silence, in the spaces she never thought to guard. By the time she did... It was too late. A single move was all it took to break everything she knew. Trust shattered. Safety gone. Her world reduced to something fragile in his hands. And suddenly, he wasn't just her brother's friend anymore. He was the reason everything had fallen apart. ____________________ "Finally... we are husband and wife now." His voice was calm. Almost satisfied. As if this moment had lived in his mind long before it became real. "All this waiting... all this planning- finally brought you to me." "I hate you!" Meher's voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything he had taken from her. "I will never forgive you for this." He smiled. Slowly, he stepped closer-then lowered himself in front of her, as if devotion and dominance could exist in the same breath. "I don't need your forgiveness," he murmured softly. His gaze never left hers. "I just need you... right beside me." A pause. "Right where you belong." Because this was never love. It was something far more consuming. Far more dangerous. An obsession that didn't begin with a heartbeat- but with a decision. And now that he finally had her... There was no escape. There never was.

She was on the run from the devil that was loved by all. The obsession of the country's biggest superstar that ruined the life of an ordinary girl. #1 in #superstar - 19/07/2023 BE WARNED - This book has abusive content and is not suitable for young audiences. Do not read if you are under 18

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

After losing her elder brother in an accident, nineteen-year-old Aaradhya Sharma is forced to take on the burden of survival, supporting her grieving mother and weak-hearted father. Her father's old friend, Raghunath Sinha, steps in to help, offering her a job in his son's company. But his twenty eight year old son, Veer Sinha, is not just a businessman-he is India's ruthless mafia king, hidden behind a corporate façade. Enraged that his father has used his money to pay off Aaradhya's medical bills, Veer forces her to work as his personal assistant, stripping her of financial freedom, controlling her every move, and ensuring she repays every rupee from her salary. He isolates her at work, forbidding deep interactions with colleagues, turning her job into a suffocating nightmare. But Aaradhya is not weak. She silently endures his torment, refusing to let him break her spirit. Her resilience fuels his obsession. Veer watches her struggle between work and studies, watching her endure with unwavering strength. He does not just want her under his control. He wants her completely, wholly-his.