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Obsession wears his name, Vengeance wears his Crown
Anbu is not the kind of man who asks for power-he takes it. A mafia boss feared across Tamil Nadu, he's the kind of legend whispered in fear, the kind of man who ends you before you plead. At 34, he's not rich, not royal-but his wrath is worth empires. Raised in a village that hated him, abused and cast aside, he crawled out of hell alone and built his kingdom with nothing but a gun and scars. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't flinch. And love? It has no place in a world that never gave him any. Raatri Malhotra is the storm behind silence. At just 26, she wears her ADGP badge like a dagger tucked in silk-elegant, lethal, unshaken. Born into privilege, trained in precision, and haunted by the things she can't speak of, she doesn't chase justice. She hunts it. She's not just the law-she's the executioner hiding behind soft smiles and civil words. She plays the long game, and when the time comes, she never misses. "She wasn't born of the sun. She was carved from the night-velvet, vicious, and untouchable." He was everything she vowed to destroy. She was everything he never thought he could love. In a world where power corrupts and love consumes, some stories aren't written in ink. They're written in blood. Their love was not a fairytale-it was a massacre in slow motion. It wasn't built on trust. It was carved through betrayal, laced with blood and bound by need. He loved her like a curse-possessive, raw, unrelenting. She loved him like a loaded gun-cold, dangerous, and pointed straight at the world. Together, they didn't fix each other. They didn't change each other. They bled, broke, and burned-until the pain didn't taste like poison anymore. He became her war, and she became his only peace. And in a world where betrayal came easier than breath, they were violently, painfully loyal-until the very end. She would lie for him. He would kill for her. Because when monsters love, they don't hold hands. They hold hearts in clenched fists-and protect them like territory.
His Forbidden Love
Phase 1 is completed guys. This story is a roller coaster which shows family emotion and bava-maradhal romance. Vikram Ramineni The male lead and a DCP. He is a strict police officer 28 years old and lives in Mumbai he lives with his father, and older sister his mother died during giving birth to him.His father made a mistake which their family got separated he wants to reunite their family. Ananya Krishna The female lead 23 years old studying B. Tech final year she is naughty and clumsy. She currently studying in Mumbai.Lets see how she fell for her bava. Tropes You'll Love: * Bava-Mardhalu Romance * He Fell First, She Fell Harder * Strict Police Officer × Naughty Student * Cold × Naughty * Forced Proximity * Secret Identity / Family Secrets English is not my first language.Complete
THE DEADLY SECRETS✔️
GENRE : thriller LANGUAGE : English ............ Who the hell are you ? Why did you kidnap me ? Don't act like an innocent woman. Why did you kill him ? I didn't kill anyone. Don't lie ! We have proofs.Complete
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𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫Complete
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Hi guys, lets get into the love story of a arrogant and short tempered police officer who fell in love with straight forward doctor....💜 Highest rank No 1 #police - 15/10/2023Complete
Would We Ever Be One ?? (COMPLETED) (Mature 18+)
A forced marraige binding two different individuals who have thier own pasts and insecurities. What would happen when each character's back stories get revealed while twists comes out every now and then making us bite our nails in every chapter. Would the individuals survive the pressure ? Will their relationship handle the dark secrets thrown at them? A romantic thriller with drama which could for sure make your boring days entertaining and your sleepless nights fun. Checkout the prologue for better understanding of the story.Complete
Anbu is not the kind of man who asks for power-he takes it. A mafia boss feared across Tamil Nadu, he's the kind of legend whispered in fear, the kind of man who ends you before you plead. At 34, he's not rich, not royal-but his wrath is worth empires. Raised in a village that hated him, abused and cast aside, he crawled out of hell alone and built his kingdom with nothing but a gun and scars. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't flinch. And love? It has no place in a world that never gave him any. Raatri Malhotra is the storm behind silence. At just 26, she wears her ADGP badge like a dagger tucked in silk-elegant, lethal, unshaken. Born into privilege, trained in precision, and haunted by the things she can't speak of, she doesn't chase justice. She hunts it. She's not just the law-she's the executioner hiding behind soft smiles and civil words. She plays the long game, and when the time comes, she never misses. "She wasn't born of the sun. She was carved from the night-velvet, vicious, and untouchable." He was everything she vowed to destroy. She was everything he never thought he could love. In a world where power corrupts and love consumes, some stories aren't written in ink. They're written in blood. Their love was not a fairytale-it was a massacre in slow motion. It wasn't built on trust. It was carved through betrayal, laced with blood and bound by need. He loved her like a curse-possessive, raw, unrelenting. She loved him like a loaded gun-cold, dangerous, and pointed straight at the world. Together, they didn't fix each other. They didn't change each other. They bled, broke, and burned-until the pain didn't taste like poison anymore. He became her war, and she became his only peace. And in a world where betrayal came easier than breath, they were violently, painfully loyal-until the very end. She would lie for him. He would kill for her. Because when monsters love, they don't hold hands. They hold hearts in clenched fists-and protect them like territory.
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