𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗴𝗮𝗹 has never believed in the saying "karma is a bitch"... until a man from her past stood at the door of her room, a gun in his hand and rage in his eyes. "Your time's up, Jaan. Mine starts now." It's her wedding day, and she's about to find out what being a bad girl really costs. He is here to end the love story she started... because he hasn't moved on. And he sure as hell won't let her marry someone else. She can't manipulate him anymore. He knows every game she plays. But she doesn't know the man he's become. Because this isn't love anymore. This is sickness. And he won't stop until her heart bleeds his name. She calls herself 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. But she doesn't know that 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. .................................................. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐦𝐜 x 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 18+ | 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "Don't start something you can't finish, Reva", his eyes dangerously roamed all over my body "Are you scared to loose control, Nico", I knew what I was getting myself into, but the adrenaline running in veins tempted me to see the beast unleash. "Undress, Sit on the chair and Open Your Legs wide for me" 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 What can a Random Kiss with a stranger possibly do? Make you feel good? Maybe. Change your life? Probably. But what happens when a simple kiss turns into a dirty scandal? Reva Raichand, a Beauty with a hint of Bitch, who have the whole Bollywood industry in her chokehold. She is a badass who can do anything to get what she wants but one thing she never saw coming was Nicolas Enzo Moretti, who came to India from Italy just to achieve his dream project. But What happens when Reva pins him to his car and kisses him in front of everyone on his very first day in India? What could possibly go wrong? One kiss. And the scenarios of their life turned upside down. She started it and now he was going to end it.

𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙚 (𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚)

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.

[ 𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗨 ] "Leave my brother!", She yelled at him making him chuckle with amusement. The officers around them were startled by the bravery of a mere village girl standing against the dictator. "Alright. I'd leave him." Her eyes lifted up at him in utter shock and disbelief. He stepped closer to her before pinching her chin, pulling her face closer to his. "But what do you have to offer in return?" The young boy yelled to let his sister go but the officers silenced him with their whips. Y/n yelled and was about to move to her brother but a strong arm captured her leaving her powerless against their ruthlessness. Standing behind her, he husked in her ears. "Tell me. What do you have to offer? Do you have money? Gold? Ornaments? What can you offer me in his stead?" He leaned closer to her neck just an inch away, his warm breath flew right over her nape sending shivers down her spine. His lips were just about to attack her crook when she suddenly spoke making him halt over his actions. "Me." . . . . . Park y/n was by profession a doctor. Struck in between the miseries of barbarity and dictatorship, she flew back to her motherland to rescue her family only to get completely engulfed by the howling tempest. Will she be able to make it back safely when she not only caught the eye of the dictator himself but also infatuated him?

"I don't want you like men want women." His lips grazed her forehead, then her temple. His breath was ragged. "I want you like a curse wants a victim. Like fire wants oxygen. I want to crawl under your skin and live there. I want to own your thoughts, your dreams, every goddamn breath you take." It all started with a dare - a kiss on a stranger's cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano - ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn't forgive easily... yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He's the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can't look away - drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. Tropes: Dark Romance, Possessive Alpha, Mafia x Innocent Girl, Deal with the Devil, Hidden Identity, Obsession, Found Weakness, Touch Her and Die. Smut alert 🔞 She's his sunshine. He's her storm. And she's about to become his dark devotion.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

"Temptation so strong that ended crossing all limits of madness" "S-Stay b-back Jungkook, p-please." His leather boots clanked against the tiled floor as the sobbing girl continued crawling backwards while watching the man with alarmed eyes. His expression were stern but the streaks of red covering the bottom of his almond eyes indicated his wrath. "Get up. There's no need for you to be afraid." He tried calming her down but she knew it was all pretence. After all she tried escaping him. Her heart lurched to her mouth as her back hit the cold wall. Placing his knee on the floor, Jungkook crouched down to her level and raised his hand to wipe her tears. "Sshh. First calm down." he soothed her and caressed her cheek. Running his fingers through her locks, he gently swept them from her face and cupped the back of her head. Surprised with his gentleness, Y/n watched him stunned when suddenly she felt his fingers caressing her bare nape. "W-What are you doing?" She tried shoving him away but a scream tore through her lips when he tore her shirt in one swift motion. Her struggles turned violent as Jungkook held her firmly in position. From the corner of her eyes, Y/n saw him pulling out a syringe. Her eyes widened in horror and before she could understand, he pierced the needle deep into her flesh. "Now you can go wherever you want to." Her heart stopped. He just planted a tracker inside her.

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