"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.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

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 ✨

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

Kim Seokjin comes back from the military ready to make ARMY smile, have fun, and live his best Worldwide Handsome life. Funny enough, not even full 48 hours passed yet one clumsy, dangerously pretty woman wrecks all his plans. Unfortunately for him (and funny for us), every rejection only makes him worse, and somehow even the other six idiots end up obsessed with her too. Don't worry though-this is still very much a Seokjin problem. 💀 Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or any real public figures, brands, or referenced media. I only own the original plot, scenes, and fictional characterization of this story. Thank you pinterest for the pictures.😌 Made this for fun and for me to read, if you guys like it then you can suggest scenes. If you dont then leave me be. I use gpt to polish my draft but the scenes, the dialougues, the events, basically the content in general? I researched, thought of it, and basically wrote it down. I just had paid gpt to fix grammar errors, spelling and to help write things down more visually, so if you dont mind that I paid to make my life easy? Then feel free to read, but if thats an issue for you? Then walk away bro.

Kim Taehyung fell in love over a scarf. No, seriously. One random October night in New York, Taehyung watches a stranger give her scarf to an old woman, share takeout like it's nothing, and laugh like the world isn't watching - and his brain immediately goes: ✨ that's my wife. ✨ Fast forward months later, fate decides to stop being subtle. Enter Anastasia De Leon - 23, DevOps engineer, walking Google flex, accidental multilingual menace, professional chaos manager, and the only woman alive who can roast Taehyung in three languages while fixing his translation software as a weekend hobby. She doesn't chase fame. She doesn't care that he's BTS. And most importantly? She thinks Taehyung is just... a very nice friend. Meanwhile, Taehyung is out here running what he believes is a subtle romantic campaign - thoughtful breakfasts, airport logistics, late-night café walks - only for every single escalation to land as: ✨ Wow, he's so organized. ✨ What a thoughtful friend. ✨ Incredible logistics. Now Taehyung is juggling: - a world tour - a genius woman who treats him like a normal human - six members acting like live commentary gremlins - and the horrifying realization that he may have professionally friend-zoned himself This is a slice-of-life romcom about missed signals, accidental intimacy, chaotic timing, airport jackets, soft late-night cafés, and one man falling first while the woman he adores is just... vibing. Featuring: ✔ Taehyung forgetting to ask her last name but memorizing her scent ✔ A woman who builds translation tools instead of flirting normally ✔ Tactical romantic gestures mistaken for premium friendship ✔ BTS acting like emotional support clowns ✔ Language barriers that somehow make everything worse (and better) ✔ Domestic moments that hit harder than concerts ✔ Slow burn fueled by catastrophic misinterpretation Disclaimer: I only own the plot and anastasia. This is going to be a long ride of slice of life. Lol.

"I never cheated" Love is pathetic. Love can be a connection to something greater than ourselves, or the thing that shows us who we really are.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 ___________ 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀

Nerd Rule #1: Never fall for the nanny-especially the one in leather pants. I design worlds for a living-literally. As the CEO of South Korea's top gaming empire, I'm more comfortable debugging code than dealing with real people. But when tragedy struck and my sister and brother-in-law passed, I inherited more than grief-I inherited my six-year-old niece. And I'm no hero. I'm a recluse in hoodies and headphones, running billion-dollar launches from behind my triple monitors. I needed help. Fast. Then she showed up. Y/N-my niece's new nanny. I expected a cardigan-wearing Mary Poppins. What I got? Wild red hair, unapologetic curves, leather pants, and a mouth that gives back better than my AI ever could. She doesn't follow my rules. She rearranges them. She's loud where I'm quiet. Fire where I'm code. And despite everything-despite how wrong it is-I can't stop watching her. She doesn't just care for my niece like she's her own. She sees through me-the socially awkward, gaming-obsessed workaholic hiding behind sarcasm and security systems. And worse? She likes me. Not the billionaire. Me. But love was never in my blueprint. I don't trust easily. Not after losing the only family I had. Falling for her isn't just dangerous-it's a vulnerability I can't afford. Still... I've faced final bosses, game-breaking bugs, and ruthless investors. But none of them terrify me like the way she makes me feel. She's the glitch I never saw coming. And maybe... she's exactly the rewrite my life needs.