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Kartik Singhaniya was control wrapped in power. He was cold, commanding, and unshaken by defiance. In his world, lines were drawn in stone... and no woman dared cross them. Until she did. He came to choose a bride worthy of his name...soft, obedient and predictable. Instead, he chose her. Chahat Rathore - a mistake wrapped in beauty. A temptation he should have rejected. But behind that veil stood a girl with fire in her eyes and rebellion in her blood-her curves soft yet dangerously distracting, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't delicate... she was disarming. The kind of woman who didn't ask for attention, yet commanded it effortlessly. She played a game, pretended to be her elder sister and tried to make him walk away. But monsters don't walk away. They claim. What begins as deception spirals into something far more dangerous...a marriage tangled in forbidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken hunger neither of them is willing to admit. Because she is his would-be bride's sister and that only makes it worse. He watches her when he shouldn't. Thinks of her when he mustn't. Wants her in ways that break every rule he has ever lived by. And when circumstances force them into a marriage neither expected... The line between right and wrong shatters completely because this marriage was never about love. It was a deal. A condition - an heir. She agrees for her sister. He agrees without knowing the whole truth. And when that truth comes out... It won't break him but unleash him. Because Kartik Singhaniya doesn't accept betrayal. He punishes it but the most dangerous part? Even in his anger, even in his control... He craves her. Not gently or purely but in a way that consumes. In a way that ruins. In a way that turns forbidden into inevitable. Some cravings aren't meant to be resisted... They're meant to destroy you.

𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-1 *𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬* _______________________________________ Anaya Verma dances not for fame, but for survival. At just twenty-one, her body is her currency - not in sex, but in movement. Each performance at Club Elara pays another slice of her dying father's debt, but the shadows closing in are growing darker. One night, the city's most feared billionaire - Vinay Raichand, forty-two, ruthless, and emotionally untouchable - watches her dance. She becomes his obsession. Not for love. For control. He offers her a deal: marry him for one year, play the perfect wife in public, obey his rules in private. In return, her father lives, and her name is cleared of a scandal that could destroy her. But marriage to Vinay isn't a safety net - it's a cage. He's cold, possessive, and damaged in ways even money can't hide. He doesn't want her heart - just her obedience. As Anaya navigates a life filled with velvet chains, locked doors, and broken promises, she must decide what she's willing to endure... and how far she'll go to reclaim her freedom. But what happens when the girl he tried to own becomes the only woman who could break him? Warning: This story contains dark themes, emotional triggers, age gap, possessive love, and scenes intended for mature readers (18+). Read responsibly.

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐱 𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆 She once dreamed of marrying Him. Not for revenge. Not for hatred. But for love. Love from that childhood. Genuine. Pure. Until the night that changed everything. Years later, she returns with a heart full of scars and a plan carefully built on betrayal. She will marry him, step into his world, and watch it crumble from the inside. But Vedang doesn't see an enemy. He only see his Littlehead, whom he thought he lost years ago. Without knowing the truth behind her identity, he finds himself helplessly drawn to her-obsessed, captivated, and hopelessly in love. And every time he calls her "little head," something from past threatens to break the wall. Because revenge is simple. But loving the man you swore to destroy... is not. But by the time the truth surfaces and He founds his family member's murderer. You all will ask- who destroyed whom? NYRA DHAWAN x VEDANG SINGHANIA

Ishq-e-Wahdat: Jahan tera ishq, wahan meri wahdat --- "Open the safe" mehzabin called me out. "Open it" the one of the body guards said. "...if you promise not to kill." "What?" "If you promise not to kill....I will open it." "Don't worry. I will spare your life." "I mean my colleagues" I spoke again trying to negotiate with them... It was probably the quickest reply I had ever given. A small hesitant sound came from behind him. "Then can I kill you?" Tak, the sound of fingernails tapping against the metal trigger. ---- 🐨 TROUPES: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance, Muslim Lovestory, Niqabi Female Lead --------- START: 21st sept, 2025 Chapters coming from 1st jan 2026 inshallah ❤️

⚠️Thriller-mystery☠️ Mature language🔞 Dark romance 🔥 Welcome dear readers. I am delighted to present my very first book a dark thriller-mystery born from my passion for mystery and suspense.Your feedback means the world to me so please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.Happy reading my lovely readers and thank you for choosing my book.

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WARNING: 18+ (Text/Script Version) Atsumu is not coming home? Sakusa is worried? Osamu is afraid to tell Suna how he feels? TRIGGER WARNING: Contains sensitive topics, such as rape, self-harm, suicide, PTSD, STD, violence, abuse, etc... If you're not comfortable with it, don't read!!! Sakusa and Atsumu have been living together for a year. Their relationship seemed to be normal, except for the fact that Atsumu hates Sakusa's strict and uptight attitude. However, he compensates it by teasing him daily. One weekend, after a practice match with Fukurodani, Atsumu is still not home for hours. Did Atsumu finally have enough of Sakusa's germophobia and selfishness or is there something more to the story? What actually happened and what will Sakusa do to get him back? Is it possible for things to get back the way it was or is it the start of a new beginning of their relationship? • • I was originally going to post this in YouTube, but I figured that the story's gonna be longer than I expected, so I'll just post it here and see if you guys like it!! This is my first fanfic ever, so I'm really hoping to get your support and opinions about it to improve myself!! USE MY TAPAS CODE TO GET 500 INK IN TAPAS: DEAN383W Thanks!! ^_^ #1 haikyuufanfics #1 atsumuxsakusa #1 sakusaxatsumu #1 osasuna #4 textstories #7 rintarosuna #9 brotherlylove #49 lies out of 54.8k #49 tragedy out of 54.7k

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

"How is life going with your loving wife?", I asked putting a sly smile on my face. "Life's shitty, now spread.", he spat as his hand slowly slid up to my thigh, pushing my skirt higher as he continues to dictate. "We are not here to talk are we? Now shut your pretty little mouth before I make you" . . . . Professor Kendrik Windermere is done playing the dutiful husband in his cold, sexless arranged marriage. Frustrated and desperate, he finds an unlikely spark in Lorenza Floris, his oddball student with a dangerous obsession for steamy romance novels. When their paths cross outside the classroom, Kendrik and Lorenza strike a daring deal: a physical arrangement to fulfill his desires and her fantasies- with one strict rule: no feelings. But as passion deepens and their secret meetings grow more intense, the line between lust and love begins to blur. Can they keep their emotions in check, or will their forbidden connection spiral out of control? 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : This book delves into dark and controversial themes, including cheating, BDSM, toxic and manipulative relationships, and deep-seated parental trauma. It explores morally complex situations and unsettling dynamics that may disturb or trigger some readers. Discretion is strongly advised-read at your own risk. Rankings: #1 on teacher #1 on Trauma #3 on New #06 on adultfiction #05 on maturelanguage #02 on student-professor

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #5 on Wattpad [04/07/26] #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] #10 on Wattpad [06/07/26] "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

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💍 Contracted Desire 💍 Boss x Secretary | Contract Marriage | Enemies to Lovers | 10-Year Age Gap | Grumpy x Sunshine | Slow Burn | Forced Proximity | 18+ Rahul Singhania, the 34-year-old ruthless owner of Singhania Enterprises, is Mumbai's most eligible yet most hated bachelor. After his ex-partner destroyed him for money and status, he swore off women forever-cold, arrogant, and buried in work. But his family won't stop until he marries and gives them an heir. Aarohi Sharma, his 24-year-old sunshine secretary of two years, is the only woman who can survive his impossible demands and endless overtime. She hates him with every fiber of her being-until her mother's life depends on 25 lakh rupees for emergency surgery. With no father, no siblings, and a joint family that offers nothing but taunts, Aarohi is cornered. One shocking contract changes everything. Marry him for one year. Live under the same roof. Pretend to be the perfect wife in public. Get the money. Walk away. No love. No feelings. No touching. But forced proximity in Rahul's luxurious sea-facing mansion turns their icy office hatred into sizzling tension. His grumpy walls start cracking under her bright smiles and quiet care. Her resentment slowly melts into forbidden attraction. Age gap, past scars, and burning chemistry make every glance, every accidental touch, and every late-night argument dangerous. Slow-burn romance, heart-melting moments, and scorching 18+ scenes await as the grumpy billionaire and his sunshine secretary discover that the best love stories are the ones they never saw coming.

🔞🔞🔞🔞 ✨️"She was chaos wrapped in innocence... and he was a storm that never settled. Together, they were destiny."✨️✨️✨️ He was the man who ruled empires with his ruthless mind. She was the girl who dreamed with her innocent heart. Rudra Singh Rathore - tall, muscular, too handsome to be real. A man whose voice alone could make people shiver. CEO of Picola Pvt Ltd. Betrayed once, he believes- "Pyaar naam ki cheez sirf books mein hoti hai... asli duniya mein sab paisa dekhte hain." And then, there's Adhira Singh - 20, short, clumsy, bubbly. A girl who could talk for hours, sing for days, and dream forever. She always believed- "One day, mera Rajkumar aayega... jo mujhe hamesha pyaar karega, hamesha sambhalega." When destiny ties them together through family bonds and promises... He thinks she's "just another gold digger". She thinks he's "the most arrogant, khadoos insaan on earth." But between his hate and her innocence... something begins to burn. 🔥 A story of two opposite worlds colliding. 🔥 Of wounds that heal with love. 🔥 Of a ruthless man who never believed in love... until he met the girl who sang her way into his heart. 🔥 Rudra × Adhira 💍 strangers → Lovers → Soulmates 🌹 Drama | Angst | Spice | Romance ✨ Follow for updates & teasers ⚠️All the pictures used in this story are taken from Pinterest. I do not own any of them. ⚠️⚠️This story may contain mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

She came to Devgarh broken, carrying silence where her voice should have been. He was the Sarpanch-feared, distant, and a man who never crossed his own lines. What begins as protection slowly turns into something neither of them names... until care becomes habit, presence becomes comfort, and love grows quietly between them. This is not a story of saving. It is a story of choosing-again and again. A love built on respect, restraint, and the courage to stay. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Soft Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

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⚠️ WARNING: Contains mature themes including reproductive coercion, toxic relationships, morally gray characters, and explicit content. Reader discretion advised.18+ Some secrets keep you tied. Others pull you under. Zarah Tekle thought she knew Alexander Blackwood- the brilliance, the power, the obsession. She never imagined how far that obsession would reach. When the truth finally breaks surface, she has a choice: run... or climb the throne he built to cage her. She chooses the throne. Because this is what happens when prey becomes predator. When hate feels like hunger. When two people can't destroy each other- so they destroy everything else instead.