Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

(𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺) 𝓐𝔂𝓻𝓪 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓷 was raised on legacy, discipline, and izzat. A final-year medical student from one of the most respected families in the city, she has never given anyone a reason to question her name. Until her brother does. Ten million disappears. And the debt lands with 𝓕𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝔃𝓪𝓪𝓷. The Izaans don't forgive. They settle. Quietly. Completely. In his world, there are only two outcomes, paise... ya khoon. But for Ayra, Faris offers a third. A nikkah. Not love. Not choice. Just an arrangement between two families who understand that reputation is worth more than anything else. Faris Izaan does not believe in mohabbat. Not even when his doctor wife becomes his greatest temptation.

"𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭." She made the whole city laugh at him. His father gave the order without a second thought. "Us ladki ko khatam karo." Kill her. The men were already moving when Baldev spoke. "No." His voice was quiet. Enough to make everyone stop. His father looked at him. "You want to let her go?" Baldev's gaze stayed on the video playing across the television. Her face. That fearless smile. The way she'd looked him in the eye before slapping him. Slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted. "No." That was all he said. Nothing else. No one knew what was going through his mind. Not his father. Not his men. Not even the girl who had just declared war on the most powerful family in Meerut. She thought she'd won. She had no idea she had just stepped into a game where he made the rules. He would make sure she walked into it willingly. And when the time came... She wouldn't even see the knife until it was already in her heart. But revenge has a funny way of changing its target. Because somewhere between the lies, the waiting, and the game, he thought he was controlling... The hunter forgot that even predators bleed. And when he understood who was really playing whom... It was too late. 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔 Dark Romance | Mafia Politics | Power Play | Enemies to Lovers ⚠️ Warning: Obsession, morally grey hero, violence, and a love story that doesn't ask for permission. ▶Translation of Hindi is Available. *Highly Mature Content* Copyright @ authorswati -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- 🎖️TOP RANKING: #1 in MEERUT #3 in SCHOOLTEACHER #3 in WETDREAMS #6 in ASPIRATIONS #9 in VILLAIN ROMANCE #10 in WATTPADDREAMWORKERSCONTEST2014 #14 in WATTPADFICTION

"तुझे अपनी ज़द में ले लूँ कुछ इस क़दर, कि तेरे पास भी जाने के लिए तुझे मेरी इजाज़त लगे।" (I wish to take you into my possession in such a way, that even to reach yourself, you would need my permission.) They shouldn't have met. But when the ruthless underworld of Haryana collides with the chaos of Rajasthan, fate plays a dangerous game. She was just a magazine company employee trying to survive the corporate grind-sassy, independent, and fiercely protective of her freedom. He is a ruthless mafia mob lord, an unhinged force of nature consumed by a dark, burning fire behind his eyes. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 🔥 WHAT'S INSIDE • Unhinged & Obsessed Mob Lord x Sassy & Strong Female Lead • Touch Her and Die •Dark Desi Romance •Forced Proximity | 18+ | Protection • Romantic Mystery Thriller / Indian Mafia Romance Updates 2-3 days a week. Dive into the dark world of Rasiya and leave your thoughts in the comments! And don't forget to vote.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

Naina Verma never imagined her first job posting would bring her to the unfamiliar streets of Haryana. Far away from her small town, family, and comfort, she struggles to adjust to a place filled with silence, fear, and strangers who never feel safe. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Daksh Lohchab - Daksh is exactly the kind of person Naina should stay away from. Yet behind his rough exterior lies an unexpected calm... a strange sense of protection she cannot explain. In a city that scares her every day, Daksh slowly becomes the only thing that feels safe. A story of fear, loneliness, protection, and a love that begins where comfort ends.

𝙰𝚝 𝟷𝟾 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]