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Obsessed Hearts: A Tale of Twisted Devotion

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Eyes locked on you,  
A scorching fire in my heart,  
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure. 

She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he is resolved to unravel at any expense.

His psyche descends into darkness as passion twists into a consuming obsession.

Morality and restraint become irrelevant as Zayn gets fueled solely by his unyielding desire for Priya.

In this dark romance, boundaries blur and sanity fades, leaving behind a tale where love turns sinister, and Zayn's relentless pursuit threatens to consume both him and the object of his dangerous fixation.
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My breath caught as his grip tightened around my arm, his touch bordering on pain. "Let me go, Zayn. Please..."

Zayn's eyes darkened with desperation, growled like an animal. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips. Fuck, I could never ever let you go. Never fucking ever." 

I feel goosbumps arise in my arms, "You're trapped, Priya. You're far from home, in a place where everyone knows who holds the power-I'm the face of the mafia here. There's no way out for you."

My fear surged as I processed his words: he was the face of the mafia. I struggled against his hold, realizing the depth of his madness. His relentless grip and wild eyes sent a chill through my soul, a chilling reminder of love twisted into a terrifying obsession.All Rights Reserved

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Her Step Husband ✓ by nailawritesfiction

••|3rd in Arranged Series|•• Can be read as a standalone I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the sight in front of me. Stun is perhaps a small word. I am shocked, surprised, dazed, hypnotized, and bewitched by it. Do I do something really good in a while? Maybe Allah sometimes gives you a ton even without that. My prayers, my fascination, and my mind has always been filled with him. No doubt, I was lucky enough to behold this scene. My blood gets frozen in my veins as it can't even bring a blush to my cheeks. I am in an enchantment. He just performs a butterfly stroke and the way his beautiful and muscular back contrasts with the blue water, makes my jaw drop. He finally gets done with his daily swimming time and comes out of the water. His wet hair is stuck to his scalp and forehead. The water is dribbling through his hair, eyelids, and attractive beard. My breath gets stuck in my throat when he sweeps his hair away by his veiny hands. Allah, this is too much. When he stands up, his bare, sturdy, and muscular chest was all I can see. He grabs the towel and dries his body with it. When he reaches near me, I mum. He is just in his swimming shorts, looking so handsome. He is in his full glory and that is my weak point. "Earth to, Glasses." He snaps his fingers in front of her face. "I know I am a sight to behold but your eyes might get tired like this." The blood finally starts moving again. A flush soon creeps on my cheeks as he takes the glass of juice from me which causes his fingers to brush against my hand. I am doomed. That is for sure. Start Date: 04.03.2024 End Date: 31.05.2024

Married Without Love (MS#1) by RayaHyatt

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His Forced Possession by ShatteredInnocenz

"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption by avyas_tales

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