THE ROYALS |18+|
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The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still.
"Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage.
"What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words.
He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him.
"I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice.
One look at his eyes told me everything.
He knows about him.
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TOXIC
"Love wasn't supposed to be my downfall. But she was never just love-she was an addiction." The room reeked of whiskey and regret. Riyaan Singh Malhotra leaned against the windowpane, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes. His grip on the crystal glass tightened as he watched the rain lash against the glass. She was gone. Again. Rivian Rajvansh wasn't supposed to mean anything. She was a foolish girl with stars in her eyes and a laugh that could make the world stop. Soft, delicate-completely unfit for the world he ruled. And yet, she had walked into his life like a sunrise breaking through an endless night. She had touched him, not just with her hands, but with her heart-something no one had dared to do before. He had warned her. Told her a hundred times that love had no place in his world. That he was a monster, a man drenched in blood and sins she could never imagine. But she stayed. Until she didn't. Now, he was chasing shadows, haunted by the ghost of her laughter and the taste of her lips-both his salvation and his destruction. She was the only addiction he could never quit. The only weakness he had. And Riyaan Singh Malhotra didn't do weaknesses. --- Tropes Included: ✔ Forced Marriage - A contract binds them, but emotions complicate everything. ✔ MML Obsessed with FML - She is his addiction, his weakness, his everything. ✔ Sunshine × Grumpy - She is the light; he is the storm. ✔ Age Gap - He is older, ruthless, and dominant; she is young, fiery, and innocent. ✔ Dark Romance - Possession, control, and an all-consuming love that blurs the line between obsession and devotion. Their love is toxic, dangerous, and inescapable-and neither of them would have it any other way.
𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒁𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓.. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑨 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒁𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆... 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝟏𝟓/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓
The Gilded Accord
feisty girl x royal dominating prince trope:forced marriage . . "I'll kill you" "ohh little wifeu that's so cute" " but not cute enough to save you from punishment" . . . "I hate you" "Trust me little warrior. I love how much you hate me and i hate how much I love you" . . . . "Can I kiss you" "kiss? you can eat me darling and i won't even hiss". . . . it's a long series probably my first.. english is not my first language please adjust
SILK AND SIN
You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"
Ruinous Devotion | (Discontinued)
Dark Romance| Strictly 18+ Warning: Mature audience only. "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫." Abhimanyu Singh Rajput was shackled in the memories of past, a honey-brown eyed beauty bringing him to a point of oblivion. She became his need, a drug that filled through his senses and left him craving for more but she was gone, leaving him alone in the darkness of night. Without her, his life became an abyss, dark and empty, sucking his sanity and ruining him. His love for her was pushing him into depth of destruction and he won't stop until he has her by his side, even if it means going unhealthy lengths to have her. Sinister plans were made, blood was spilled, hearts got tainted, obsession reached it's peak and a lethal tragedy was created. ___ Triggering warning :- Contains Trauma, violence and suicide.
SINFUL SYNDICATE| 18+
Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.
BRAR SAHAB!!
#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)
His Beautiful Punishment
#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬'𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯
MINORS AND COPYCAT AUTHORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOOK. --- AYDEN RAI SINGHANIYA - To the curious little thing holding this book... You came here for a love story? Baby, you opened the wrong fucking book. This isn't about sweet kisses or candlelit promises. This is about me pinning her down when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse. It's about her tears drying on my tongue. It's about the way she said no with her lips, but yes with her thighs. I stole her. Broke her. Fucked her until she forgot what freedom felt like. And you'll hate me for it. But keep reading... Because by the time you reach the end, you'll wish I'd chained you instead. --- AENI OBEROI- To the girl who thinks she wouldn't fall... He didn't ask. He didn't knock. He came in like a storm and ruined me with his touch. I said no. I screamed. I bled. But my body betrayed me. Again. And again. And again. Now, when he's gone, I ache. When he's near, I burn. You'll judge me. You'll call me weak. But wait till he touches you with those hands that destroy and worship at the same time. Then come back... And tell me you wouldn't crawl back to your cage too. --- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬.
When a Monster Love ||18+
#1 at hateorlove on 13-03-25 #1 at mafiaprincess on 13-04-25 #4 at mafia on 13-04-25 #6 at multiple couple on 28-01-25 #1 at doctor ×mafia from 03-01-25 to 09-01-25 and 28-01-25 to 29-01-25 #1 at Indiawritter on 29-01-25 to 30-01-25 #14 at rage on 25 -02- 25 to 27-02-25..... And many more "You can't stop me. You don't have any right over me," I said, with a tear in my eye. "As your husband, I have all rights to stop you from doing some stupidity," he said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Hus-husband... you didn't sign divorce papers," I said with shock and continued, "Why... just why can't you just let me go? Both of us don't want to stay in this forced marriage, then why, WHY?" I yelled at him with all the frustration inside me. "Because I love you, I want you, and I always get what I want," he said with a hint of possessiveness and some things I can't name right now.Complete
"Love wasn't supposed to be my downfall. But she was never just love-she was an addiction." The room reeked of whiskey and regret. Riyaan Singh Malhotra leaned against the windowpane, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes. His grip on the crystal glass tightened as he watched the rain lash against the glass. She was gone. Again. Rivian Rajvansh wasn't supposed to mean anything. She was a foolish girl with stars in her eyes and a laugh that could make the world stop. Soft, delicate-completely unfit for the world he ruled. And yet, she had walked into his life like a sunrise breaking through an endless night. She had touched him, not just with her hands, but with her heart-something no one had dared to do before. He had warned her. Told her a hundred times that love had no place in his world. That he was a monster, a man drenched in blood and sins she could never imagine. But she stayed. Until she didn't. Now, he was chasing shadows, haunted by the ghost of her laughter and the taste of her lips-both his salvation and his destruction. She was the only addiction he could never quit. The only weakness he had. And Riyaan Singh Malhotra didn't do weaknesses. --- Tropes Included: ✔ Forced Marriage - A contract binds them, but emotions complicate everything. ✔ MML Obsessed with FML - She is his addiction, his weakness, his everything. ✔ Sunshine × Grumpy - She is the light; he is the storm. ✔ Age Gap - He is older, ruthless, and dominant; she is young, fiery, and innocent. ✔ Dark Romance - Possession, control, and an all-consuming love that blurs the line between obsession and devotion. Their love is toxic, dangerous, and inescapable-and neither of them would have it any other way.
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