9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #8 in friendsfoever on 20/05/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it." .

(A bollywood musical story) Italian CEO × Desi Girl Enemies to lovers (major trope) #5-Billionairelove-05/08/25 She was never meant to marry him. They weren't poles apart, they were custom apart. Not by distance, but by 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮, of Indian origin, was born and raised in Italy. Her heart beats for chai, not coffee. Her manners were stuck to desi, her traditions rooted in another land. She spoke both Hindi and Italian, but there was still something her parents never told her. A secret she uncovered too late. He hated her. Hated seeing her, hearing her, even speaking to her. The marriage was just an arrangement and nothing more for him. But when his sharp glares turned into lingering stares, he knew something had shifted. She had quietly made a place into his mind and heart. He didn't know what a saree was, or what made chai so special but sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, watching his wife draped in simple cotton sarees, somehow became his routine. He didn't know what vermilion meant but when he caught himself smiling every time he saw it on her forehead, he realized something different and beautiful at once: He was falling in love. With his wife. With 𝗗𝗶𝘃𝘆𝗮 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨."

"strip" he said in a deep voice "what" i looked at him. "strip" I will not repeat myself again " He said while glaring at me "And that you say that I should upload your video " he says with a smirk on his face That's when tears started coming out of my eyes and i started taking off my clothes. He kept staring at me, his eyes did not move from my body and now I am completely naked in front of him. "good girl" he said and started coming towards me He started roaming around my body and said, "no matter how many times I see you naked, you always make me hard." ............ 18+ content mature content

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

• Life of caged birds is like,they are receiving every needs, attraction but they are only asking freedom. They want to live the life out of cage.• (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ This is a dark romance story ( Warnings ⚠️ ) This story contains : Matured audience, adult scene 18+ Violence, abuse, trigger, depression, sadness. So read own your risk. :3

"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

"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. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) 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. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) 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 " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) 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. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .