🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫

Thud* A tight slap landed on Aarav Raizada's cheek. All the people in the party gasped, eyes wide in shock as they saw a girl standing defiantly before him. "How dare you touch me," Vedika's voice was sharp with fury. "I didn't touch you, you stupid girl." Aarav shouted, his face red with anger and humiliation. "Go to hell, Mr. Raizada," Vedika retorted, turning to leave. Before she could take a step, Aarav grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, "I didn't touch you, but you slapped me. Now I'll show you what happens when Aarav Raizada decides to touch." his eyes blazing with anger. Vedika's confusion quickly turned to shock as Aarav forcefully gripped her face and pressed his lips harshly against hers, right in front of all the media and guests. Cameras flashed, capturing the scandalous moment.

"Ishani Mehra... I want to destroy you completely in every possible way." . . . . ╔════❀•°❀°•❀ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❥ Age Gap ❥ Kidnapping ❥ Forced Marriage ❥ Enemies to Lovers ❥ She Fell First... He Fell Harder & Harder ❥ Slow Burn ❥ Revenge ╚════❀•°❀°•❀ ━━━━━━ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ━━━━━━ ☽ dark romance ☽ tension you can feel ☽ love that hurts & heals 🌷 Devansh Singh Rathore, 30 years old. FIRST IMPORTANT THING IS DEVANSH IS NOT SWEET GUY . HE IS DANGEROUS MAN. A dangerously handsome man. The powerful CEO of DSR Diamonds Pvt. Ltd and several other companies. But behind the polished suits and corporate empire hides a dark truth... He is the ruthless Mafia King. Cruel. Heartless. A man who doesn't hesitate even for a second before taking a life. He hates betrayal more than anything. And those who betray him... don't live to regret it. 🌷 Ishani Mehra, 22 years old. Beautiful, kind-hearted, and innocent but not foolish. She went to New York for her higher studies, chasing her dreams. But after returning home, she had no idea that her life was about to change completely... In ways she could never have imagined. 🌷🌷🌷

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

Ryder watched as that loser guy tugged a strand of hair behind Sparrow's ear and a small smile lit up her face. Punching him in the gut. The unwelcoming feeling once again attacked him as he recalled her words. 'Was throwing away my love for a fancy bike worth it, Ryder?' 'Damn that bet and damn this bike', Ryder decided with resolve. Time to win her back. No matter what it takes. She can run away all she wants. Let's see for how long she can keep it up. With determination, Ryder called out Sparrow's name for the whole campus to hear, she looked at him with a questioning frown. Pulling out a bottle of petroleum, Ryder poured it over the brand-new Ecosse Spirit ES1-worth $3.6 million, flicked open a lighter and tossed it onto the bike, watching as flames devoured the sleek machine. Sparrow looked at him with wide perplexed eyes. However, she quickly schooled her features, then did the unthinkable, gave him the middle finger and walked away. A small wicked smile tugged at Ryder's lips at her audacity. It was an open challenge. Everyone knew that signature smirk of Ryder meant trouble, and in this case it was for Sparrow Andrews. The game is on.

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

He is obsessed, not with her smile but with her tears. She is trying to escape, not just from his tortures but from her inferno. The dark world where no one is innocent, and nothing is pure. Everyone is a villain and everyone is a hero. Here, innocence kills you, and evilness traps you; there is no way to escape. The one who survives the wickedness is the survivor, there are no rules, and the game never ends, but will rules change if vengeance turns into infatuation, where death is not allowed to be part of, yet pain is a must! Welcome to the wicked world of revenge and obsession!

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.