"Leave... me," she stuttered, struggling with those simple words. Sweat formed on her forehead as she felt so small and weak in his presence. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close -so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. Her heartbeats echoed in his ears, and her lavender scent intoxicated him. Her soft, milky skin met his cold, rough hands, and the contact left her feeling both bruised and electrified. To him, it was a mere touch, but to her fragile body, it was intense. His hands roamed her back, pressing her closer against him. He pinned her against the wall, their bodies flush with each other. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "Do not think that this marriage will change anything between us. You are nothing to me but a wife in name." Her pulse quickened, and despite the harshness of his words, she felt a forbidden heat rising within her. His lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The line between pain and pleasure blurred as he held her there, trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Will the rose be able to transform the thorn into a flower, or will she be crushed along the way?🥀🔱 She was rose in the garden filled with thorns🥀 He was the thorn that would destroy her🔱 Ansh & Anaya were tied in an arranged marriage. By their parents. Ansh Malhotra CEO of Malhotra&Co .The most eligible bachelor in India .Handsome, charming,attractive, tall and a heartrobe. He was dominating in every sense and wanted everything under his control. Anaya Oberoi Founder of smile foundation. The most beautiful, intelligent, caring and simple girl.Her family was her everything . what would happen when these two poles apart personalities would get tangled together in a bond called forever❤️‍🔥 🥀🔱 #5 hatetolove #1 Chapter

"His obsession will consume her until there's nothing left ❤️‍🔥" Destiny played it's game once and they were separated but will it be able to do again when the same story repeats with more dangerous obsession, mind plays and strategies Rudraksha "Rudra" Rana grows up under the shadow of his father, Arjun Rana, the notorious power‑broker who bends laws, markets, and even media to his will. Raised in luxury, Rudra learns early that the world bends to his name-and his desires. Yet a single person since his childhood haunts him: a shy, bright‑eyed girl named Aarohi, the daughter of Arjun's longtime confidant, Minister Devendra Deshmukh Aarohi "Aaru" Deshmukh the daughter of Devendra Deshmukh, she never really understand the strange hate towards her that was inflicted by her family being deaf and chubby also doesn't help her situation, always bending herself to their needs and doing everything to make them happy but she still didn't get the love she craves and deserved and when she finally starts to live for herself she's stuck with Rudraksha What will she do when she's caught in the Rudraksha Rana's Obsession where the world bends to his needs and gives everything that he wants will she be able to escape? To know further read the story Politician's obsession: the silent devotion 2 THIS BOOK IS A SECOND PART BUT COULD BE READ AS A STANDALONE ~By chubby obsession Book #2 of Silent Devotion Series

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

"You can stay angry all you want, wife... but this tight little pussy is clenching around me so greedily. Look at you still glaring, yet dripping for your hubby.. . Ahhh slow...... she moan 19 × 26 Dominant FL Soft/Submissive ML Arranged marriage Boundaries. Control. Slow burn. She doesn't follow rules. He doesn't fight for control. And somehow... that's where everything begins.

"Eyes, Vanya. They never lie. And yours... yours are screaming for me to ruin you." Vanya is a eighteen-year-old fireball just trying to survive her freshman year. She's got a sharp tongue, a loyal heart, and a habit of getting into trouble-especially when it comes to the campus "royalty." When a heated confrontation with the wrong girl ends in a physical brawl, Vanya finds herself pinned under the lethal, obsidian stare of Ruvan Malhotra. At twenty-three, Ruvan is the heir to a billion-dollar empire. He is cold, calculated, and carrying the weight of a family blood-feud on his shoulders. He was supposed to protect his sister. He was supposed to focus on the shadow assassin hunting his bloodline. He was never supposed to notice the defiant girl with the fire in her eyes. What starts as a bitter college rivalry turns into a dangerous obsession. As Ruvan tracks a killer in the shadows, he finds his gaze constantly drifting back to Vanya. But when Vanya's mother forces her into an engagement with her best friend, Reyansh, the "civilized" heir disappears. Ruvan doesn't do heartbreak. He does takeovers. If he can't have her heart by choice, he'll take her freedom by force. Because once you're caught in his gaze, there is no looking away.

Some people fall in love. Others... build it. Reyansh Raichand was never a part of Meher Shah's world. Not in the beginning. Not in any way that mattered. He was just Kabir Shah's friend. A familiar face. Someone who came and went without leaving a mark. And that's exactly how he wanted it. Because the most dangerous obsessions don't announce themselves- they grow quietly, patiently... until they become unavoidable. Every step he took was deliberate. Every bond he formed was calculated. Every moment he spent around her... had a purpose. Meher never noticed when he stopped being distant and started becoming present. Never questioned why he was always there- in the background, in the silence, in the spaces she never thought to guard. By the time she did... It was too late. A single move was all it took to break everything she knew. Trust shattered. Safety gone. Her world reduced to something fragile in his hands. And suddenly, he wasn't just her brother's friend anymore. He was the reason everything had fallen apart. ____________________ "Finally... we are husband and wife now." His voice was calm. Almost satisfied. As if this moment had lived in his mind long before it became real. "All this waiting... all this planning- finally brought you to me." "I hate you!" Meher's voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything he had taken from her. "I will never forgive you for this." He smiled. Slowly, he stepped closer-then lowered himself in front of her, as if devotion and dominance could exist in the same breath. "I don't need your forgiveness," he murmured softly. His gaze never left hers. "I just need you... right beside me." A pause. "Right where you belong." Because this was never love. It was something far more consuming. Far more dangerous. An obsession that didn't begin with a heartbeat- but with a decision. And now that he finally had her... There was no escape. There never was.

"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.

"She is fury in silk. He is vengeance in a tailored suit. And obsession was never part of the plan... until now." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Adhira Pratap Singh was raised to command empires and end wars - not feel. But ever since Shivaay Singh Rathore dragged her unconscious body from the sacred waters of Banaras, something inside her has been... unraveling. He says he saved her. She knows better. He claimed her. Shivaay didn't come for her. He came to ruin her father. But Adhira - fierce, unyielding, untouchable - became a complication he can't escape. Now, he watches her from the shadows, speaks in half-truths, and moves like a predator circling the only prey he's ever wanted to belong to. He thinks she'll kneel. She's preparing to burn him down. But obsession is a tricky thing. It doesn't ask for permission. It bleeds. It bites. And in their world - it always ends in surrender. The only question is: Whose?

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.