She saved him once. Now he can't let her go-even if it means caging her heart. "One night changed everything. Now, he'll burn the world to keep her". "Bound by fate. Trapped by desire." The night was thunder-washed, the kind of storm that could wash away blood and secrets. Aarya didn't expect to find a bleeding man in the middle of nowhere. Definitely not one with a gun tucked in his belt and rage in his eyes. But instincts took over, and she dragged him into her barn, stitched him up, and locked him in her store room. Just for one night. Just until morning. She never expected him to remember her. She never expected him to look at her like she was his. But Kian Vora never forgot. Not the girl who dared to hold him hostage. Not the one who patched him up and vanished. So when fate kept throwing her into his world-again and again-he mistook it for destiny. And when she didn't return his obsession, he mistook that for betrayal. So he took her. Not to hurt her. Just to keep her. as his Even if she hated him for it.

18+🔥'Stop fighting,' he murmurs, his lips barely grazing mine. 'Be a good girl for me.' All she wanted was to escape her toxic home life. Instead, she's bound, gagged, and kidnapped in the night by a man as dangerous as he is devastatingly irresistible. PLEASE NOTE; This story contains dark themes such as Stockholm Syndrome. Please read with care. Recently; #1 in Spicy #1 in Rough #1 in Explicit ~*Author's Note: Some earlier chapters have been revised for better pacing and consistency. No major changes, but if any comments seem out of place, that's why! Thanks for reading and for being part of this journey!*~ Content Advisory: This book contains dark, graphic, and mature themes, including violence, psychological manipulation, and explicit content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Ishita Chauhan, a bubbly and innocent girl, finds herself trapped in the world of Virendra Raghuvanshi-a powerful, dangerous man with an unwavering obsession for her. He will go to any lengths to keep her by his side, even if it means bending the rules of love and morality. As Ishita uncovers the dark truths of his past, will she escape his obsessive grip, or will she surrender to the undeniable pull of their twisted love? A tale of possession, passion, and an all-consuming love that knows no limits.

#Book-1 ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴ ᴅʏɴᴀꜱᴛʏ 𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𓍯𓂃𓏧 ๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑✮๋࣭⭑ "𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞" he asked joining their foreheads. She closed her eyes, tears escaped her eyes as she whispered "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞" he whispered wiping her tears. She gulped the lump formed in her throat and uttered the word she never wanted to. "𝐍𝐨, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞-𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮" Hearing her words, his mesmerizing grey orbs got filled with tears as he said "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨" Closing her eyes, she said "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞" she threw papers in front of him saying "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞" He said "𝐒𝐚-𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬"

❛ The Dark love of Mafia's ❜ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Secrets which are hidden. Some secrets are burned and some are buried beneath their feet, some are present and in front of their eyes yet unknown to them. Some are hiding the truth. While some were finding the truth. They met and the truth unfolds in front of them. Some are too naive to understand it while some are too ingenious in hiding it. And in the journey of finding their nightmares and the reason behind it they almost forgot that- the world is round and no matter how far they run from each other to hunt the truth , they will come back to each other because the Secrets are lying between them. Lying between them! THREE COUPLES = THREE STORIES and all are INTERLINKED with each other. ^•^•^•^•^•^•^ A multi Couple book ❤️

"I don't want you like men want women." His lips grazed her forehead, then her temple. His breath was ragged. "I want you like a curse wants a victim. Like fire wants oxygen. I want to crawl under your skin and live there. I want to own your thoughts, your dreams, every goddamn breath you take." It all started with a dare - a kiss on a stranger's cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano - ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn't forgive easily... yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He's the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can't look away - drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. Tropes: Dark Romance, Possessive Alpha, Mafia x Innocent Girl, Deal with the Devil, Hidden Identity, Obsession, Found Weakness, Touch Her and Die. She's his sunshine. He's her storm. And she's about to become his dark devotion.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.