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Obsessed Hearts: A Tale of Twisted Devotion
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Ongoing, First published Jun 12, 2024
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.
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His Obsession, Her Fate | 18+

11 parts Ongoing Mature

#84 - Adult content | 02-11-2024 *** A loud crack of thunder shattered the silence. "Bade rishte aa rahe hain tumhare liye." His voice was cold, laced with menace, as he traced the barrel of his gun from my forehead to my jaw, the metal chilling my skin. (Many good marriage proposals are coming for you.) I fought against his hold, desperate to break free, but it was futile. My hands were tightly bound behind my back with my dupatta, leaving me powerless, perched on his lap in nothing but my nightclothes. "Reject the proposal," he commanded, dragging the gun slowly from my neck to my chest, making my body arch in response to the icy threat. I inhaled shakily, my breath catching as his mouth latched onto my chest through the fabric, his teeth sinking in with brutal force, each bite sending searing pain through me. "I'm giving you a choice," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Either become my wife, or be my mistress. Because no one else will ever touch what belongs to me." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared at him-my stalker, a man who claimed it was love. But I knew better. This wasn't love. It was pure, dangerous obsession. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Jasmin Javed was a college student at one of the most prestigious institutions in Mumbai. Her beauty was captivating, leaving people unable to look away once they saw her. Though she had many admirers, she always ignored their advances. That was until a mysterious, tall, and wealthy man intruded into her life. He was her stalker, always lurking in the shadows, never revealing his face as he wore a mask whenever he appeared before her. He claimed it was love, but Jasmin wasn't easily deceived-she knew it wasn't love, but obsession.