"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩 Rudra was never supposed to want her. Men like him survive by burying every dangerous part of themselves beneath silence, control, and violence. Then Ziya Sharma walks into his life- and suddenly the monster starts wanting. Her smile. Her curiosity. Her innocence. Her. What begins as manipulation turns into something far more dangerous: obsession, emotional ruin, and an attraction neither of them can escape. Because every warning sounds like temptation. Every touch feels like a trap. And every step closer to Rudra makes leaving impossible. He was never afraid of destroying her. He was afraid she would see what he truly is... and stay anyway. And the worst part? Ziya wants to unravel the enigma called Rudra- even if it destroys her too. "𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨."

"Please.. please i am scared of you" "Shh don't be scared I will not do anything" he shushed her, and stared her... then gently he grabbed her long thick soft locks in his hard veiny masculine hand. "Please.. I don't love you" heart wrenching sobbed come out from her plumpy pink lips. "what a coincidence darling, I also don't love you.. Hmm" suddenly his grip tight on her locks. "keep that in your little head... THAT YOU ARE FUCKING MINE" "DID YOU UNDERSTAND" he shouted. "I asked you something did you" "my little girl" his deadly hollow eyes bore into her innocent ones .. "Ye..yes yes". She answered fearfully. "yes what little girl" "Yes... sir" "My little good girl" he caress her head.

︵‿୨ SEASON 1 ୧‿︵ She never loved him but he was determined to have her, no matter the cost. He was an addict, and from the moment he laid eyes on her, she became his most dangerous addiction. [ AAHIL SINGH RATHORE × JASMINE OBEROI ] "I was crying..but he just stood there, staring. 'Let me go,' I pleaded. 'You're not going anywhere,' he said. 'You'll sleep here. With me. Tonight.' 'Why?' 'Because I love you,' he said like it was the simplest thing in the world." "Sweetheart." The word alone sent shivers down my spine. "Because you're mine.Fucking mine." 💼Aahil Singh Rathore Age:29 Title:CEO, AR Enterprises Ruthless. Obsessively possessive. Domineering.A powerful man with a dangerous past. 🎀Jasmine Oberoi Age:18 The very picture of innocence, shy, soft-hearted, She's beautiful... and far too naive for the world. What happens when a cold-hearted billionaire and feared mafia boss falls head over heels for an innocent girl? ✨Brace yourself for a gripping tale of dark obsession and twisted love. ︵‿୨ SEASON 2 ୧‿︵ "Ethya... he wasn't your husband," the man tells her as he hands her medicine. "He was obsessed with you. He kidnapped you. You escaped and I saved you.That's why I'm keeping you safe here with me." But if he's telling the truth.. why can't she remember anything? "Where is my wife?" he roars. "I swear to God, I'll tear you apart if you even think about hurting her." "What is your name?" "I'm..Jasm-ine." she whispers. "I'm Ja-smine..Aahil Sing-h Rat-hore." "Who is Rishabh to you?" he growls next. "No one!" she cries. Only then does he pull the gun away..and removed his fingers from her clit. "I'm begging you..give me my wife back." "You'll never get her back.NEVER." ⚠️ Warning:Contains mature themes. 🤫Season 2 begins with the truth hidden beneath the lies a stolen identity, a twisted obsession, and a love so powerful it starts a war. Only the readers who paid at attention in Season 1 will catch the clue

Hello, lovely readers! Welcome to my first desi story. I hope you will enjoy reading it❣️ Happy reading✨️

This story contains a male lead who is not a moral character-he is dangerous, obsessive, and unapologetically ruthless. His actions are driven by control and possession, not kindness or redemption. Read only if you are comfortable with a dark romance where love is tangled with power, obsession, and destruction. Mikhail Sokolov **Ishika Rao A ruthless Russian mafia heir, Mikhail Sokolov, comes to India to aid his longtime ally in seizing control of a lucrative criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and convinced love is a fatal weakness, he lives by power and fear alone. But when he meets a defiant Indian woman who refuses to bend to his threats, she becomes more than a problem-she becomes his obsession. What starts as intimidation turns into a dangerous game of dominance and defiance, where boundaries blur and every choice pulls her deeper into his world. This is not a tale of redemption or gentle love-it is a story of possession, control, and a man who would rather destroy the woman he craves than ever let her go. EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON SCROLLSTACK. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

~ YUVAAN RAICHAND "REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD"🖤 ~NITARA TYAGI "THERE ARE SOME PAINS WHICH MAKES A PERSON SILENT FOR THE LIFE" 💔

When 16-year-old Ruhi wins a scholarship to the prestigious Nobels High School in Bombay, it feels like her dreams are finally within reach. But the moment she steps through those polished gates, her life begins to unravel. Because in the shadows of the school's elite halls, he is waiting. Abhimanyu Rajput-the golden boy with emerald eyes, a charming smile, and a reputation no one dares question. To the world, he is perfection. But behind that flawless mask lies a predator cloaked in obsession. The moment Ruhi rejects his twisted idea of love, she unknowingly marks herself as prey. His bruised ego cannot tolerate defiance. His possessive madness knows no boundaries. And his affection? It cuts deeper than cruelty. As Ruhi's days blur into a nightmare of whispers, threats, and chilling touches, her pleas go unheard. Trapped in a web spun by a psychopath disguised as a prince, she must fight to keep hold of her soul-before he strips it away completely. Because in Abhimanyu's world, love isn't tender-it's torment. And no one escapes it alive.

# "I am not dumb... I just want someone to care for me too. I want love. I want affection." *"Do you know why I call you Little Love?"* he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. She shyly shook her head. A smile curved across his lips. *"Because..."* ... *"Y-you made me paint your portrait... with my cousin's blood... M-Mr. Archer?"* Her trembling voice barely escaped her lips. Fear filled her eyes. He only smiled. *"Come on, Little Love."* *"He tried to touch you."* *"He tried to take you away."* *"When you're my wife."* *"In my kingdom."* ♡⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎸🍒🚬୧˚ She wished for love. He offered obsession. She believed kindness could save everyone. He believed blood could solve everything. One innocent girl. One ruthless king. One castle where love is nothing more than another form of imprisonment. **King of Britain × An Indian Girl** **1990s** 🇬🇧 × 🇮🇳 ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Psychological Thriller ♡ Royalty ♡ Obsession ♡ Possessive Male Lead ♡ Slow Burn ♡ 3 Side Couples (2 Straight • 1 BL) The first part of the story revolves around obsession, lust, manipulation, violence, and control. **No happy ending... yet.** ⚠🩸🚬 **18+ | Violence | Gore | Crime | Psychological Abuse | Toxic Relationships | Strong Language | Self-Harm References | Animal Abuse | Disturbing Themes** **DISCLAIMER:** This story is purely fictional. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are **18+**. It does **not** promote or glorify abuse, violence, crime, or any harmful behavior. Please read with an open mind and remember that fiction is not reality. Welcome to the kingdom. Once the gates close... There is no escape. 💋🖋️🍒🕶️🐺 Enjoy reading, babeee. 🤍 And yes... I'm a slow writer. 😔✋ Please don't kidnap me if the updates take time. I'm trying. 😭 Go touch some grass, drink water, flirt with nobody, then come back when I update. 😋🎀 Love youuu, my pookies. 🫶

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?