He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

Vikrant Shergill. The most feared gangster in the city. The moment people lay eyes on him, fear spreads like wildfire. He is no less than Yamraj himself. His dark and dangerous aura is enough to keep everyone at a distance, no girl even dares to come close to him. On the other hand, there is Anmol Mishra... innocent, soft-hearted, and completely opposite to him. Bound into a relationship with Vikrant because of her elder sister, she finds herself trapped in a world she never belonged to. Will Anmol be able to survive with a man whose life revolves around violence and bloodshed? 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇵 🇪 🇸  ➪𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➪𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➪𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 ➪𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➪𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

"𝚊𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚢𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚔" "𝙰𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚔𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒" ★★★ "𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒌,𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊" "𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒖!!!𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - A renowned young businessman whose aura speaks no-nonsense. He values time more an people. According to him " We should use time as a tool, not as a couch". For him love is a overrated emotional which is only created for the marketing gimmick 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 - A young & sweet university student who just shifted to Delhi for her Masters.She is a free spirit who believes in "Go with a flow". An ultimate late comer,for her " Time toh ata jata rahega pehle mai apni beauty sleep toh Puri kar lu".A old school lover who still thinks " one day a Prince charming will come on a white horse and take her with him " Jump into the story to explore the entangled love .

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐱 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓 ~•~★~•~ "I.. can't live without you... that's why I ended myself." He whispered "We'll meet again, in a new life." She said wipping his tears from his cheeks with her palm. "In a new life, with a another face, another name, another...sunset." She added, her voice calm yet trembling. "I love you, Aditi." He confessed, a lone tear escaped from his eyes. "I do love you too, Rihaan. But it's..... fading." She confessed and it broke him. He leaned to kiss her one last time. The window doors banged against the frame. The loud sound broke the dream and Praya woke up with a jolt. This isn't the first time she had this dream. She sit up addruptly, the midnight air is cool, chilling. Yet her forehead, neck, chest is sweated. The winter season didn't effect. Her eyes wide, looking straight but at what? Nothing. She panted. This feels dream while watching but turns into a nightmare when she wakes up. What it is? ~•~★~•~

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless businessman and a rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

"Don't fall for me," I warned, my voice low. "Me? In love with you?" she laughed, a mocking sound that cut sharper than any blade. "Oh, you're so delusional, Reyaan. This is a contractual marriage, remember? I will never fall for you-not in a billion years." Her words snapped something inside me-something dark and reckless. And her eyes, those perfect shades of brown, gleamed with a silent challenge. "Not in a billion years, huh?" I echoed, my voice dangerously soft. "Is that a challenge, Brownie?" I took slow, deliberate strides toward her. "Because I never lose one," I whispered against her ear, pinning her against the elevator wall, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I caged her in. JIA NIKITA KHURANA She was broken-ruined until she no longer recognized herself. Once a girl full of sunshine, now a storm. Once dreaming of a Prince Charming, now believing herself utterly unlovable. She had sworn off love, scoffed at the idea of marriage. Until destiny, the master manipulator twisted her life on its cruel axis. Now Jia, the girl who vowed never to marry, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never wanted. And her husband? An arrogant, emotionless, cold-blooded, maddeningly handsome billionaire born with a permanent poker face. REYAAN SHAHVEER He was broken before he even had the chance to be whole. Wounded by those meant to love him. He loathed the idea of love hollow, treacherous, temporary. He swore he'd never let anyone close enough to destroy him. Marriage? Commitment? Love? A joke. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Reyaan, who trusted no one and needed no one, is bound by contract and vows to a girl who screams danger from ten miles away... A danger he knows he should avoid, Yet can't seem to stay away from. *** REYAAN SHAHVEER x JIA NIKITA KHURANA A collision of broken hearts. An arrangement neither wanted. An attraction neither can deny. Tropes: Contractual Arranged Marriage Past Trauma Slow Burn Grumpy x Grumpier

"You know what to do,Keep that cunt wet for me." 23-year-old, Vanora Chris was bored of her lousy college life for two years. Until her life collides with her new Anatomy professor. 33-year-old Professor, Kyren Monroe. He was reborn after escaping a toxic relationship with his college sweetheart,Natasha.That's when his eyes met hers. It began with stolen glances and accidental touches. But what followed was a marriage proposal. Vanora thought marrying Professor Kyren Monroe meant passion.She didn't know it meant obsession.His desire isn't tender. -it's compulsive,relentless and laced with a dangerous hunger he can't control.And in his world...She's both the cure and disease. They both carry secrets. The only question is - who will uncover the truth first?