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Twisted Devotion

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Parts 6
Time 26 minutes

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devotion manipulation obsessed obsession possessive psychological reborn slowbuild transmigratted twistedromance villian

Dvija never believed in fairy tales.
  After years of loneliness, debts, and loss, love was never her dream - only companionship. So when she opens her eyes in another world, inside the novel she once read, she finds herself as the second female lead: the woman the villain, Shivansh, is dangerously obsessed with.
  
  But unlike the original Dvija, she isn't afraid.
  She understands his twisted calm, his quiet possession, the need to control what he fears losing. Where others see madness, she sees devotion - raw, flawed, and real.
  
  This Dvija doesn't want to change him.
  She accepts him as he is - dark, possessive, and painfully honest in his want for her.
  And maybe, for the first time, she isn't surviving someone's world - she's building her own inside his obsession.
  
  In this tale of stillness and surrender, love isn't gentle.
  It's Captive Calm.
  
  ---
  
  
  Shivansh's hand tightened at the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips met - rough, claiming, deliberate. His other hand wandered along her waist, tracing her stillness as if to remind her she was his to touch.
  
  When he finally pulled away, his breath was uneven, eyes locked on her panting frame.
  He could hear her heart pounding - fast, restless, alive. A faint smile curved his lips.
  
  "You're trembling," he murmured, voice low. "Afraid?"
  
  Dvija met his gaze - shy but unflinching. "No," she said quietly. "Just realizing how real you are."
  
  He tilted his head, studying her. "You don't resist."
  
  "Why would I?" she asked. "You've never hidden what you are. I've seen worse things in silence than in obsession."
  
  His smile deepened - darker, softer. "You're not like her."
  
  "I know," she whispered. "And that's why you won't need to break me to keep me."All Rights Reserved

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Vardhaan : Her only Obsession by roopwrites11

"He was never meant to be hers, but she'll break the world to make it so". ~ ~ Kashvi Sharma ~ ~ She has never begged. She has never known the taste of rejection, the sting of defeat, or the ache of longing-until she saw him. She isn't the kind of woman to fall. She hunts. She takes what she wants, and she never asks twice. But Vardhaan? He is the only thing she has ever truly desired. At 23, she is a name spoken in whispers, the leader of an empire built on blood and power. Beautiful. Ruthless. Unstoppable. A queen who bows to no one. ~ ~ Vardhaan Tripathi ~ ~ A man who isn't meant to be owned. A man who builds empires with a signature and destroys legacies with a whisper. A man who walks through life untouched, uninterested, and immune to the idea of love. At 27, Vardhaan has spent years crafting his empire, turning his wealth into a legacy untouchable by any force. He has been chased by women, feared by men, and respected by those who know he does not play games. ° ° ° And yet, Kashvi is a storm he never saw coming. A woman who doesn't understand the word 'no.' A woman who doesn't just want his love-she demands his soul. "You don't love me, Kashvi." "I don't love, Vardhaan. I claim." What starts as a dangerous obsession turns into a war of control. He refuses. She persists. He resists. She ensnares. She chases, he resists. She controls, he defies. But when the lines blur and Vardhaan starts to fall-will it be love, or will it be war? " Not all love stories are soft. Some are dark. Some are deadly. "

Just A Transmigration! Maybe?! by Lovemyself2180

(Villian X reader) You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, the scent of roses and old parchment in the air. The ceiling above you is grand, adorned with gold-trimmed designs-definitely not your plain bedroom ceiling. Your body feels different, lighter, more delicate. You sit up, and as you do, memories flood your mind. This world... it's the plot of a novel you read before! And worse-you're not the heroine. You're the side character doomed to die at the hands of the villain. And just as realization dawns, the heavy door creaks open. Standing there, tall and imposing, is him-the villain of the novel. His sharp eyes lock onto you, dark with obsession. "You finally woke up," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Now, you'll never leave me again."

The Crowned Shadows by Direvia

In the glittering world of wealth and power, where royal bloodlines rule kingdoms disguised as empires, one name is spoken with equal parts fear and reverence-Veeraj Singhania. Prince by birth. King by power. Mafia by destiny. With his sharp mind, ruthless ambition, and an empire built on shadows, Veeraj has always been untouchable. Women dream of his attention, enemies bow to his command, and his family relies on his strength to protect their throne. Yet beneath the royal charm and business prestige, Veeraj is feared as the crowned shadow-a man who never loses, never bends, and never falls. Until he meets Jaanvi Maheshwari. A soft, innocent, and hardworking girl, Jaanvi enters his empire not as a queen, but as an intern in his company. With her shy eyes, clumsy nature, and quiet determination, she is everything Veeraj's world is not-gentle where he is harsh, pure where he is tainted, light where he is darkness. She comes from a loving and humble home, raised only by her kind-hearted father and a caretaker who treasures her like her own. Jaanvi is wealthy, yes, but her soul is rich with something far rarer-innocence. For Veeraj, one look is enough. The moment he lays eyes on her, obsession strikes like lightning. Her every blush, every nervous fumble, every stolen glance fuels a fire inside him he has never known. He doesn't see an intern; he sees his destiny. He doesn't see a girl; he sees his queen. And once Veeraj Singhania wants something, the world knows-he will have it, at any cost. But love born from obsession is never simple. Is she strong enough to step into his shadows? Or will Veeraj's all-consuming love destroy the very girl he swore to protect? "You don't understand, Jaanvi," he whispers, his voice both a promise and a threat. "You were never just an intern. From the moment you walked into my world... you became mine."

corrupted Desires by miss_storyteller_19

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

His disparate possesion (EDITING) by dilsae__dill

Advik was never the kind to beg, but when it came to her, he had no shame in kneeling if it meant keeping her within reach. His love wasn't soft-it was relentless, consuming, a silent claim that spoke louder than any words. He never chained her, never forced her. He just made sure she had nowhere else to go. Devanshi knew. She felt the weight of his obsession in every glance, every calculated move. And what terrified her most? She didn't hate it. She should have, but some part of her-hidden, buried deep-thrived in it. She wasn't his. Not yet. She had pushed him, tested him, but nothing ever broke him. And now, as he kneeled before her-not as a man defeated, but as a king who had willingly surrendered to his queen-she realized something terrifying. She had wanted control. But somehow, she had become his obsession. " But Advik? He was hers the moment he laid eyes on her. And he had no intention of letting go." ・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・

Broken dil,Silent ishq | 18+ by nightlure_12

Book-1 in the obsession series I told her not to wake me. I told her again and again, but she never learns. Every time she opens her mouth, every time she looks at him, something inside me burns. And tonight, I'm done warning.I press the knife against her chest and whisper, "I told you not to wake me... now see, what you did with yourself." Her eyes widen, tears mixing with sweat as the blade cuts deeper. She tries to grab my wrist, but I push harder, feeling the resistance fade under my hand. The sound of her gasp hits my ears, trembling, desperate-but all I feel is calm. Strange, but true. The deeper the knife goes, the quieter my thoughts become.He's mine. Not just his smile. Not just his body. Him-every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. Mine. And I don't share what's mine.She screams. The noise shakes through the room, sharp, irritating. "Ananya... you're doing wron-" Before she can finish, I push the blade all the way through her chest. The words die on her lips, replaced by silence."I don't like raised voices," I mutter, watching the light fade from her eyes. My voice sounds strange, lower than usual, almost satisfied. She falls back-limp, lifeless-eyes still open, like she's still trying to question me.The blood spreads across the floor, slow and uneven, and I kneel there, staring at it. This... this is peace. This is what quiet feels like. No begging. No pleading. Just me. And soon, him. No one can keep him like I can.I wipe the blade clean on her dress, stand up, and breathe deeply. The air smells sharp, metallic, real. My heart's steady again. The trembling's gone. Finally, again...only mine. She is not just a CEO but a devil who kills someone if they try to come in between them.When he will get to know her real, will his love break her darkness... or will his warmth be enough to meet her the real herself?

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Falling and Breaking by authorzysha

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DhRupa |18+ by Desidreamer_KK

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"He was never meant to be hers, but she'll break the world to make it so". ~ ~ Kashvi Sharma ~ ~ She has never begged. She has never known the taste of rejection, the sting of defeat, or the ache of longing-until she saw him. She isn't the kind of woman to fall. She hunts. She takes what she wants, and she never asks twice. But Vardhaan? He is the only thing she has ever truly desired. At 23, she is a name spoken in whispers, the leader of an empire built on blood and power. Beautiful. Ruthless. Unstoppable. A queen who bows to no one. ~ ~ Vardhaan Tripathi ~ ~ A man who isn't meant to be owned. A man who builds empires with a signature and destroys legacies with a whisper. A man who walks through life untouched, uninterested, and immune to the idea of love. At 27, Vardhaan has spent years crafting his empire, turning his wealth into a legacy untouchable by any force. He has been chased by women, feared by men, and respected by those who know he does not play games. ° ° ° And yet, Kashvi is a storm he never saw coming. A woman who doesn't understand the word 'no.' A woman who doesn't just want his love-she demands his soul. "You don't love me, Kashvi." "I don't love, Vardhaan. I claim." What starts as a dangerous obsession turns into a war of control. He refuses. She persists. He resists. She ensnares. She chases, he resists. She controls, he defies. But when the lines blur and Vardhaan starts to fall-will it be love, or will it be war? " Not all love stories are soft. Some are dark. Some are deadly. "