1857 - The year the soil of India turned red, not just with blood... but betrayal. Meera Thakur is the daughter of a freedom fighter. Bold, furious, and loyal to her land. Captain Aaric Grayson is a British officer - ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly obsessed. When power collides with rebellion, and obsession meets resistance - a war begins that neither the country nor their hearts are ready for. ✦ Forbidden romance ✦ Enemies-to-lovers ✦ Obsession vs loyalty ✦ This is not just a love story. This is a war between pride, power, and passion. ⚠️ Historical Fiction | Dark Themes | Wattpad Original 🔥 Updates every week 💌 Drop your thoughts in comments

Some debts are paid in money. Others demand pieces of your soul. When Risha Verma's family café is destroyed and her father's life hangs by a thread after a devastating heart condition, desperation corners her into a choice she never imagined making. A single contract. Nine months. One secret that could change everything. The arrangement is simple on paper. Stay silent. Follow the rules. Never get emotionally involved. But behind the polished walls of power and wealth lies a world stitched together with control, buried rage, family wars, and dangerous truths, that refuse to stay hidden. And the deeper Risha sinks into it, the more she realizes that some scars do not heal quietly. They bleed beneath the skin.

Dark Romance! I was betrothed to a man the world feared. Victor Volkov, the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. A man carved from control and violence, who ruled with silence and destroyed without hesitation. This marriage was never meant to be love. It was an alliance. Power bound in blood and signatures. And I was the price. Men like him don't love. They take. They cage. They own. From the moment I stepped into his world, I knew one thing: I would never be free again. Because Victor doesn't let go of what belongs to him. But what he doesn't know... is that I didn't walk into his life as a victim. I came with a mind sharp enough to study the monster who thinks he's untouchable. He watches me like I'm something fragile. Something to break. Something to keep locked away from the world. And sometimes... I let him think that. But every glance I steal, every word I choose, every silence I hold... I'm learning him. Unraveling him. And the more I do... the more dangerous he becomes. Because Victor Volkov is starting to change. His control is slipping in ways no one else can see. His patience is wearing thin. And his obsession with me... is turning into something darker. Something possessive. Something that borders on madness. He doesn't just want me. He wants to own me. Body. Mind. Soul. And the terrifying part? A part of me... doesn't want to escape. Because the deeper I fall into his world of power, sin, and control. The more I realize... I was never meant to survive him. I was meant to become his.

He was born to wear the crown. She was only his mother's bodyguard. He was a prince destined for the throne. She was merely his mother's assistant. In a kingdom ruled by power, pride, and legacy, two unlikely love stories begin to bloom beside the throne. But when storms fall for silence and calm hearts learn how to burn, love no longer remains a fairytale-it becomes a war. A story of two couples, two destinies, and one kingdom where love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. Extra Chapter will be in Stck!!

"He bought her dignity with a pouch of gold. She swore to make him pay with his empire." In the treacherous, opulent kingdom of Awadh, secrets are deadlier than poisoned arrows. Nineteen years ago, a Queen rejected her newborn son. Today, a masked warrior rides through the shadows, carrying the weight of that rejection and an ego that bows to no one. Meet Kushagra: lethal, arrogant, and hiding his face behind a black mask. He believes everything has a price. Meet Chakor: a fiercely independent healer with the beauty of a goddess, forced to hide her face behind black soot to survive a world of lustful men. When a brutal ambush leaves Kushagra dying from a poisoned arrow, Chakor uses her ancient knowledge to pull him back from the brink of death. But no good deed goes unpunished. To save him from a tribal execution, a desperate lie is told, forcing Chakor into a sacred marriage with the unconscious stranger. When Kushagra wakes, he doesn't offer gratitude. Disgusted by the idea of being tied to a tribal "dancer," he commits the ultimate sin. On their wedding night, without ever showing his face, he throws a pouch of gold coins at her feet. "The price of your Sindoor," he mocks, before abandoning her in the dead of night. Heartbroken, humiliated, and exiled from her home, Chakor makes a vow of ice and fire: she will never save a man again. She buries her beauty in ash and vanishes into the dark alleys of Vaishali. But destiny is a cruel game. A year later, the threads of fate tangle again. Caught in the dangerous crosshairs of Awadh's dangerously obsessed King Bhairav, and haunted by the dark secrets of her own birth, Chakor is pulled back into the royal web. And somewhere in that web waits the masked man who ruined her life. When the mask falls and the soot is washed away, will the fire of revenge burn them both to ashes? Or will a toxic, explosive passion rise from the ruins?

India, 2080. Your DNA decides if you deserve to live. Every citizen is ranked by the Purity Index-a genetic score that determines power, privilege, and survival. Officer Azaan Khan enforces the system. He hunts the unregistered, scans their blood, and erases them without hesitation. Until he finds her. A starving girl hiding beneath the city. No identity. No record. No past. But when he scans her DNA, the system does something impossible. It glitches. Now the most dangerous secret in the country isn't her blood. It's the fact that the man meant to destroy her... won't let her go.

A girl; raised by a joint family, caged in a golden cage, her whole life revolves around her career but her family decided to break her dreams in every possible way. They said we are protecting you- protecting you from what? That's the mystery but it became a loop when her grandmother died and made her last wish "Tulsi ki shaadi meri dost ke pote se hi hogi" . These are the last words her grandmother said;and died. But the mystery is why she wants her to marry friend's grandson? Is that another loop hole? She was trying to figure it out? But it became more mysterious when her parents forced her in every possible way just to manipulate her. "I have the love ,and I'm not complaining Yet it isn't the shape my heart has drown-" What's her destiny? Interesting na? Read it now and dive into this mystery.

ꜱʜᴀᴜʀyᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ (27) is the king's most feared soldier-loyal, lethal, and dangerously charming. Women fall for him easily. He never stays. ᴩʀɪꜱʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀᴠᴀʀᴛɪ (17) is a sheltered princess-soft, innocent, untouched by the world's darkness, protected fiercely by her brother. Her brother takes her with him to his friend's kingdom to find a groom for her. But what happens there is something neither of them could have imagined. Because from the moment he sees Prisha, duty blurs into desire, protection turns into possession, and trust becomes a quiet, dangerous bond. She believes in him without fear. He claims her without asking. And in a game where love is forbidden- Shaurya Rathore never plays without a plan. ___ This story is not like an ordinary story; it's very erotic. Many people might judge it after reading it, but this story was written purely for entertainment purposes, so please don't take it too seriously and just enjoy it. Theme - dark, mature, erotica, forbidden.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.