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AπŒπ€ππ€π“: T𝐑𝐞 D𝐞𝐯𝐒π₯'𝐬 G𝐒𝐟𝐭 ||πŸπŸ–+ by author__kritika
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˚ . ΰΎ€ΰ½²ΰΎ€ΰ½²ΰ­§ ❀︎ ΰ­¨ ΰΎ€ΰ½²ΰΎ€ΰ½².˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.β‹†ΛšβœΏΛ–Β°κ’°ΰ¦Œΰ»’κ’±Λšβ‹†π™šγ€‚π–¦Ή.ᑣ𐭩 πŸ–€ The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. πŸ‘°β€β™€οΈ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. πŸ’Ό The minister. πŸ’£ The mafia. πŸ•ΆοΈ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." πŸŒ‘ Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. πŸ’” That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... πŸ”₯ he'd burn it down.
His Lethal Desire by Viella_writes7
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Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.
The devil's baby by Deesse880
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A ruthless devil meets a fragile angel. And the fire fell in love with the snowflake. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is not just the heir to the multi-trillionaire Rathore Empire-he is its storm. Feared by all, loved by none, he's a cold-blooded genius with an IQ of 280, a photographic memory, and the deadliest reputation in both the corporate world and the underworld. Known as Shadow, the most dangerous hacker alive, Abhimaan is a silent psychopath who doesn't blink before destroying those who cross him. Girls swoon at the sight of him, but he doesn't hesitate to humiliate or even threaten anyone who dares flirt with him. No one touches him. No one dares speak without permission. He is the crazy devil-and he likes it that way. Until Viha Sharma walks into his world. A soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl from the holy town of Haridwar, Viha is everything he's not. An orphan herself, she arrives in Mumbai on scholarship, with dreams in her eyes and Mahadev in her heart. Simple suits, big black almond eyes, long straight hair, and a voice as gentle as the wind-Viha wants nothing more than to write, read, and live peacefully. She is the kind of girl who prays before exams, drinks classic cold coffee, and hides her dance moves when anyone's watching. But destiny plays its card when the devil sees her-and wants her. She doesn't chase him. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't even know who he is. And that's what drives Abhimaan crazy. His control starts to crack. For the first time, the untouchable devil wants to be touched-but only by her. She's the only girl who could melt his cold heart... And the only one who might just destroy him.
𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍-𝐄-π†π‡π€π™ππ€π•πˆ[ʜΙͺꜱ α΄€Ι΄α΄… ᴏɴʟʏ ʜΙͺꜱ] by _lilahwrites_
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‒𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐒𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♑⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♑⋅⋆ ─── "Longer the chapters lesser the number"
'The Price Of Her Sindoor by kiarahmed
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Ria Malhotra has always believed in dreams,simple ones. At just 20,she carries the hopes of her middle-class family on her delicate shoulders,determined to become a teacher and build a life defined by kindness ambition and love. But Fate Has Other Plans When her path collides with the Rathore Empire___a powerful, feared and respected underground mafia dynasty ruling the shadows of Asia and beyond____Ria's life takes a cruel twist. She is forced into a marriage with their cold, ruthless, devastatingly handsome heir, Aansh Rathore, a 28yr man who doesn't believe in love....or mercy. Feared by many, respected by all, Aansh is a devil dressed in designer suits, loyal to his family and best friend Karthik Singhania. Marriage is his worst nightmare__until Ria becomes his unwanted bride. But what happens when innocence meets darkness? Will Ria break under Aansh's wrath......or will she become the one woman capable of taming the devil
HIS DARKEST WORLD by Adira_Aparna_arya
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In a world drenched in secrets, power, and obsession, she was never supposed to cross paths with him. He was danger wrapped in expensive suits and cold smiles - a man feared by everyone who entered his world. Ruthless. Untouchable. A monster hiding behind charm. People whispered his name like a warning, because once he noticed someone... he never let them go. And unfortunately for her, he noticed her the moment she walked into his darkest world. She wanted nothing to do with him. Not with his dangerous games, his controlling nature, or the terrifying way he looked at her like she already belonged to him. But escaping him was impossible when fate kept pulling them together through family ties, hidden secrets, and nights filled with tension too intense to ignore. The deeper she falls into his world, the more she realizes that behind his cruelty lies a broken man capable of destroying anyone who threatens what he considers his. Including her. But loving him comes with a price. Because his world is not built on love - it is built on obsession, revenge, bloodstained promises, and darkness that consumes everything in its path. And when enemies rise, truths unravel, and betrayal tears through their lives, she must decide: Will she run from the man who ruins her? Or will she become part of the darkness he rules? In his world, love was never soft. It was possessive. Dangerous. And impossible to escape. His Darkest World - a dark romance filled with obsession, forbidden tension, emotional scars, dangerous secrets, and a love powerful enough to destroy them both. _______________ There are four love stories- 1. Dark romance 2. Professor X student 3. Hatred to love. 4. It's a surprise
NANDINI  by intezaar_
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The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+
Jis Din |18+| by purelybutterfly
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On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? πŸŽ€ π’₯π’Ύπ“ˆ π’Ÿπ’Ύπ“ƒ πŸŽ€