"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Highly Mature content 18+⚠️🔞 It's in both Hindi and English translations. BOOK IST IN VILLAIN SERIES It all started when her eyes meet his. She was the best neurosurgeon of the country considering herself no less than god. Betrayed by her first love and spending her childhood and teenage life in child juvenile and rehabiliation she was alone all her life. She hasn't experienced any emotions in her life. People call her walking red flag but for her, red flag people are less dangerous than those who pretend to be green flag. For all her life she believes that black is contant but the moment her eyes met his , those pitch black eyes , first time she saw colours of black. He was a not a hero but villain of this story. She knew he was a beast but wanted to explore him more. He knew he is not good for her and she will be a jinx for him. But when red thread of fate tied them together the more they know each other, the more they get obsessed with each other. Saira was a doctor but she needs the healing most . Shaveer was the inspector but the most corrupted person. He has only one aim in his life . To become the most powerful in this world so he can fulfill someone's wish. He knew he cant heal her . But she wanted to be healed only by him. She has both in her life..A hero and a villain. She could choose a hero and live a perfect life and a hope for a happy family.. But she made the most bizzare choice of her life. Read out to see the most beautiful shade of black. Be ready to experience not so ordinary love story of Monster doctor and beast mafia who find their obsession for each other, their solace in each other , who loved each other like there is no tomorrow and who can burn whole world for each other... Story about second love , suspense , hate, thriller and a lot of steamy romance. Give this story a chance and find out all by yourself. ♥️ #breastfeeding #kink #smut #darkromance #mildbdsm #steamy

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #4 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Sitara Bose is the quiet storm. The girl with glasses, the one who always plays the side character in everyone else's story. She's endured more than her share of storms. Cruel betrayals, relentless bullying, and the sting of broken trust. But no matter how many times the world tried to break her, she refused to fall. Rudraksh Suryawanshi is a man who thrives in control. A ruthless businessman with a past buried under layers of secrets, he carries a darkness that no one dares to uncover. But the moment he lays eyes on Sitara, something inside him snaps. She's his angel, his obsession, his only desire. There's just one problem: She's meant to marry his brother. As the wedding looms closer, fate twists in ways neither of them expects. Betrayed by those she once trusted, Sitara is left shattered. But Rudraksh has already made his choice. He will have her, no matter the cost. As tension simmers and boundaries blur, their connection becomes an unstoppable force, dark, passionate, and inevitable. But with every stolen moment, every heated glance, they walk the fine line between love and destruction. Did the stars align for them, or were they doomed from the start? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" " Why are you making it difficult for me? Just leave me the fuck alone" Aanya said or more like screamed those words on his face. " Oh, so my Baby does know how to curse. Amusing." He said, with a pained smile plastered on his face. " You..." Her words were sealed between her lips when she found he was standing right infront of him. Their forehead touching each other while their lips just an inch apart. She raised her hands to hit his chest. " I fucking hate you " She whispered the words against his lips while hitting him. Her eyes held unshedded tears and anger flashing through them. He held her hands and put a halt on her actions. His voice turning darker and lethal. " You don't hate me Aanya and you know it and this will be the first and last fucking time these words will slip through your pretty lips. Am I clear?" He warned her while caressing her face while his thumb wiping the tears sliding through her eyes. " Kyu kr rhe hain aap yeh sab ?, Kya hazil kr lenge aap aise? " Her lips were trembling as she muffled a pained sob before her lips. It's been a year since he lost her. Now, he is back to make her his and this time, separation is not a choice he will give her. ************ _______________ #1 india on 11/11/2023 #1 childhoodsweethearts on 11/11/2023 #1 desi on 14/11/2023 ________________

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭? 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲? 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 🖤 A ruthless billionaire & mafia king - 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - feared by all, broken from within. ❤️‍🩹 A silent storm in a white coat - 𝐃𝐫. 𝐉𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥 - soft from the heart, scarred by her past. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞." ✨ 𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. A story where love isn't soft - it's war in disguise.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

"I hate you," he spat, eyes blazing. "Good," she smirked, stepping closer. "Hate me harder... at least it means I still own a place in your heart." Love was undeniable - they both believed that. Yet, they got separated. They never named what they had, but their world knew who they belonged to. He loved her even before he knew what love was, while she had loved him from the moment she saw him. Call it attraction, call it a crush - whatever it was, it turned into love. YET she left him... leaving only memories behind for him to survive with. Moving on was never an option, but neither was holding on. He didn't have the strength to keep loving someone who walked away - even after knowing everything. Even after knowing he was about to propose. Even after knowing he was coming for her. She disappeared. BUT now... she's back. Back to undo her mistakes. Back to claim him as hers. Back to get what she always deserved - his love, his attention, his everything. But will it be possible when... ✨ His love has now turned into hatred? ✨ She is still hiding secrets from him? ✨ Their story ended before it could even begin? Will her love be strong enough to overcome his hatred? Find out in Undeniable Love - Final Spark. ⚠️ Not a standalone. This is Part 2 of the Undeniable Love duolog. Make sure you've read Book 1 first to understand everything. © All rights reserved.

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?