Ishwaran ~ The Hidden Princess

Ishwaran, the 19-year-old princess, is entangled between an arranged marriage proposal from a handsome, childhood-friendly prince and the secret stranger she had been writing letters back and forth to for years. Known for her dark skin, calm demeanour, and soft femininity, she keeps a side hidden from everyone. Under the mask of a perfect princess, she is an erotica writer who mistakenly flirts with a stranger through letters. And her world turned upside down when she agrees for the wedding, and her heart still beat for the stranger man. The story follows through her desires and the facade she puts on for society. Would she ever be able to tell her husband her true desires, the way she wants to be loved, especially a man who is spiritual and introverted when it came to her? And what would happen when the stranger whom she had been writing dirty letters to would come back into her life?

Heart Wars

It's a Multicouple story ✨♥️

AKSHARA: THE FORGOTTEN SEED

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆…𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. ____________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, Where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, Where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him.But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world,Ruin her with his silence, Mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

Unwritten Bond

MEHER × AGASTYA

Marriage Of Compromise

So This is Love

Kabir Gill, the COO of a powerful London-based multinational, had turned his back on a life built on ancestral land and family pride, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Distance was his refuge. This city, this country, this skyline of steel and glass, all of it helped him forget the one memory that still haunted the soil he once called home. So he buried himself beneath meetings, boardrooms, numbers… and silence. And then there was Meher Kaur Sandhu, sunshine wrapped in simplicity. A girl whose only dream was to fly high enough to rescue her family from the weight of their debts. To study. To work. To earn. To give her father back his dignity. Two different skies. One storm-written destiny. He considers Meher responsible for one unfinished page of his past, but the poor girl is completely unaware of this burden. She knew his past. She knew the damage. She knew the shadows he carried and still, fate tied them together in a marriage neither of them had chosen, yet both of them slowly began to breathe inside. Until the day everything cracked. That evening, the house was too quiet. Kabir unlocked the door, and for the first time in months, there was no soft laughter echoing down the hallway, no quick footsteps rushing to greet him, no bright voice filling the air with careless chatter. Only… silence. Heavy. Unsettling. Wrong. “Meher?” His voice echoed. He found her in the kitchen, standing absolutely still in front of the burning stove. Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flame, unblinking. Unmoving. As if she had turned to stone. “Meher… what happened?” He stepped closer cautiously, as if afraid she might shatter. She didn’t look at him. “I want a divorce.” Four words. Softly spoken. Brutally final. For a second, his breath stopped. The world tilted. The firelight flickered across her face and across the walls but inside him, everything went dark. This was the woman who had unknowingly stitched life back into his broken heart. The girl who had made him remember how to smile, how to exist again. And now… she wanted to leave. “I won’t stay here,” her voice steady while her heart bled with his just one word that was eating her from inside that she now wanted to go away from here and him because if she won't then she might lose herself too as she had already lost him or maybe he was never hers but just an illusion she was living into. She continued, “I don’t want your money. I don’t want alimony. I don’t even want UK citizenship. I just… want to go home.” She finally looked up straight into his eyes. And Kabir felt it. Something inside him break. But his face… remained calm. Expressionless. Controlled. Only his eyes betrayed the storm rising within. “You want a divorce,” he repeated quietly as if tasting the words. As if each syllable cut into him. “Yes.” Her fingers trembled but she didn’t let them show. “Fine,” he said, almost too gently. “Let’s go to the room and discuss the clauses and terms.” And that shattered her already broken heart into countless pieces. He took her hand. She instantly pulled free. “Kabir, I said I don’t want anything from you. Please. Just… don’t make this harder.” He turned back to her, slow, unreadable and before she could step away, the ground seemed to vanish from beneath her. She gasped. She was suddenly hoisted over his shoulder, the world tilting upside-down. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face. “Kabir! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!” Her voice shook with anger, confusion, fear… and something else she couldn’t name. He didn’t say a word. And then…. that sharp jolt of spank. Her voice vanished. Her body stilled, stunned. His voice came low. Controlled. Unyielding. “You want a divorce, right? Then we’ll discuss it properly.” A pause. “On the bed.” The words weren’t playful. They weren’t teasing. They were heavy like a promise… or a threat he didn’t yet understand himself. He carried her down the hallway, his grip firm but never cruel, every step echoing the battle inside his chest. Meher squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the tears burning behind them. He set her down on the silk sheets, hands lingering on her hips before releasing. Rising slowly, eyes locked on hers, he undid his shirt buttons with deliberate laziness, revealing taut muscle and warm skin. His jaw ticked with restraint. Meher’s breath hitched, lips parting on a soft gasp, cheeks flushing as she bit her lower lip, eyes wide in confusion and desire that she was trying to bury but his perfect toned chest peeking through the open buttons are not helping her to bury it again. Kabir leaned in, his heat brushing her skin, breath teasing her neck. “So… you want a divorce,” he murmured, smirking faintly. “Perfect. Let’s discuss it properly.” Another button slipped free. “Face-to-face.” He hovered close, chest grazing hers with every breath, scent enveloping her. Meher whimpered softly, “Kabir!” back arching toward him, fingers clutching the sheets. His voice dropped, rough with promise: “And… skin-to-skin.” ||A/N: This book will become paid after a certain number of chapters.||

The Royal Paradox

paradox noun a situation or statement with two or more parts that seem strange or impossible together Meeting him was not fate. It was a collision of coincidences coalescing into a moment none of us anticipated. We are paradoxical. We do not fit. Why? We are men. And we are in love. How strange is that? But Nicholas Hayes is strange. He is a curve in my perfectly symmetrical life, bending everything around him. And he shifts my axis, becomes the rest of my life. But we're both hiding secrets. He knows mine. I don't know his. And that's where this paradox falls apart. That's when it starts making sense. Was it really a coincidence? Or was it always fate?

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti… isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited… for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then… they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time… love refuses to die.

Marriage Of Compulsion

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

Unwritten Bond

MEHER × AGASTYA

So This is Love

Kabir Gill, the COO of a powerful London-based multinational, had turned his back on a life built on ancestral land and family pride, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Distance was his refuge. This city, this country, this skyline of steel and glass, all of it helped him forget the one memory that still haunted the soil he once called home. So he buried himself beneath meetings, boardrooms, numbers… and silence. And then there was Meher Kaur Sandhu, sunshine wrapped in simplicity. A girl whose only dream was to fly high enough to rescue her family from the weight of their debts. To study. To work. To earn. To give her father back his dignity. Two different skies. One storm-written destiny. He considers Meher responsible for one unfinished page of his past, but the poor girl is completely unaware of this burden. She knew his past. She knew the damage. She knew the shadows he carried and still, fate tied them together in a marriage neither of them had chosen, yet both of them slowly began to breathe inside. Until the day everything cracked. That evening, the house was too quiet. Kabir unlocked the door, and for the first time in months, there was no soft laughter echoing down the hallway, no quick footsteps rushing to greet him, no bright voice filling the air with careless chatter. Only… silence. Heavy. Unsettling. Wrong. “Meher?” His voice echoed. He found her in the kitchen, standing absolutely still in front of the burning stove. Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flame, unblinking. Unmoving. As if she had turned to stone. “Meher… what happened?” He stepped closer cautiously, as if afraid she might shatter. She didn’t look at him. “I want a divorce.” Four words. Softly spoken. Brutally final. For a second, his breath stopped. The world tilted. The firelight flickered across her face and across the walls but inside him, everything went dark. This was the woman who had unknowingly stitched life back into his broken heart. The girl who had made him remember how to smile, how to exist again. And now… she wanted to leave. “I won’t stay here,” her voice steady while her heart bled with his just one word that was eating her from inside that she now wanted to go away from here and him because if she won't then she might lose herself too as she had already lost him or maybe he was never hers but just an illusion she was living into. She continued, “I don’t want your money. I don’t want alimony. I don’t even want UK citizenship. I just… want to go home.” She finally looked up straight into his eyes. And Kabir felt it. Something inside him break. But his face… remained calm. Expressionless. Controlled. Only his eyes betrayed the storm rising within. “You want a divorce,” he repeated quietly as if tasting the words. As if each syllable cut into him. “Yes.” Her fingers trembled but she didn’t let them show. “Fine,” he said, almost too gently. “Let’s go to the room and discuss the clauses and terms.” And that shattered her already broken heart into countless pieces. He took her hand. She instantly pulled free. “Kabir, I said I don’t want anything from you. Please. Just… don’t make this harder.” He turned back to her, slow, unreadable and before she could step away, the ground seemed to vanish from beneath her. She gasped. She was suddenly hoisted over his shoulder, the world tilting upside-down. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face. “Kabir! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!” Her voice shook with anger, confusion, fear… and something else she couldn’t name. He didn’t say a word. And then…. that sharp jolt of spank. Her voice vanished. Her body stilled, stunned. His voice came low. Controlled. Unyielding. “You want a divorce, right? Then we’ll discuss it properly.” A pause. “On the bed.” The words weren’t playful. They weren’t teasing. They were heavy like a promise… or a threat he didn’t yet understand himself. He carried her down the hallway, his grip firm but never cruel, every step echoing the battle inside his chest. Meher squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the tears burning behind them. He set her down on the silk sheets, hands lingering on her hips before releasing. Rising slowly, eyes locked on hers, he undid his shirt buttons with deliberate laziness, revealing taut muscle and warm skin. His jaw ticked with restraint. Meher’s breath hitched, lips parting on a soft gasp, cheeks flushing as she bit her lower lip, eyes wide in confusion and desire that she was trying to bury but his perfect toned chest peeking through the open buttons are not helping her to bury it again. Kabir leaned in, his heat brushing her skin, breath teasing her neck. “So… you want a divorce,” he murmured, smirking faintly. “Perfect. Let’s discuss it properly.” Another button slipped free. “Face-to-face.” He hovered close, chest grazing hers with every breath, scent enveloping her. Meher whimpered softly, “Kabir!” back arching toward him, fingers clutching the sheets. His voice dropped, rough with promise: “And… skin-to-skin.” ||A/N: This book will become paid after a certain number of chapters.||

Are you with me

With me- book2 He had everything in his life, a person could ever desire. From a friendly and loving parent to brother like freind to a dream job. He liked his life that way, completely under his control from the childhood, whatever he desired in his life he hot them full filled one way or another. From school's silly compitition to achieving a seat in a prestigious medical college. From kissing the most beautiful girl in the school to breaking the heart of front page model. No one can match his obsession, from winning in the underground fight club to solving most problematic cardiac problem. He never thought his life will take one unwanted , bitter turn from his controlled, desirable , everything perfect life. And no one can match her obsession with him. From the day she understood desire, she desired only him. She mapped the way he talks, walks, speak, eat, drink or even breath. She had done everything to make him her. From childhood wishes from shooting star, teenage solah somvar, to black magic. She had never thought one day her all wishes from childhood to adulthood will become true but the price she won't be able to

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

He never believed in love, but she captured his heart the moment he saw her. She didn't understand love, but he gained her trust instantly. He is consumed by a desire for revenge. She is as serene as water. He's the mafia king of all Asia, hardened by the world's cruelty from a young age. She spent her entire life in captivity, completely oblivious to the outside world. This is the story of Rudraksha Malhotra and Ruhanika Rajpurohit, two people who couldn't be more different, bound together by the ties of marriage. Can they conquer their inner demons and find peace together? Will Rudraksha allow Ruhanika to rule his heart? Will Ruhanika let Rudraksha love her? Let's find out together. Tropes: Age gap Mafia king × Caged princess Forced marriage Cunning × Innocent Two broken Souls Heals each other Both fell harder Pure & devotional Love

Daughter In Law Of Raghuvanshi (New version| Completed)

"What’s your name?” He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. “Ask her for her name”, he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. “Wh…What is…is your name Miss?” the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. “Ak...Akshita” she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? “Full Name” He commands. “Akshita Raghuvanshi”, she replies again. The girl’s eyes widened in realization. “I said FULL. NAME.” He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. “Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. “Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one.

In Her Eyes (complete ✅)

This is the prequel to Mr. Chief Minister but it’s a complete standalone story, as it will focus on Ruhanika’s parents, Shekhar and Naintara. 💫📖 They say marriage is just a word. But only those who live it know how heavy that one word truly is, how much of life, love, and loss it carries in its folds. Naintara understood that weight the day her father whispered two quiet pieces of advice into her ear before her vidaai. His words were simple, yet they stayed with her like invisible chains she would never be able to shake. Now, wrapped in the delicate shimmer of her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny. Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen his face once, in a black-and-white photograph printed in a newspaper, a few weeks before her wedding. A man of calm eyes and cold posture. And tonight, she was to meet him not as a stranger… but as a wife. Her heart raced at the thought. She could still hear her friends’ teasing laughter, the girlish giggles, the promises that the first night of marriage would be the most beautiful night of her life. Her cheeks turned crimson beneath the veil. Like every young bride, she had dreamed of love that bloomed slowly, tenderly, of hands that would hold her, of a voice that would call her name softly. More than anything, she was happy that she would no longer be alone. Since her mother’s death, her world had been small, just her father, his silence, and her own loneliness. But now, that would change. She would have a family. A home. And someone who will be the reason for all…..him. The man she had never met. The man she was now bound to for life. Her pulse quickened as she heard footsteps outside. For a fleeting second, she lifted her veil and looked toward the door. Then, shyly, she lowered it again, heart thundering in her chest. And then, the door opened. For one fragile, fleeting heartbeat, she imagined everything she’d ever been told, the tenderness, the warmth, the beginning of something beautiful. But what came next was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice cut through the still air like a blade. “What are you doing in my room?” The venom in his tone made her flinch. Before she could even process his words, Shekhar’s hand gripped her wrist, his hold firm, unforgiving. “Wh…what have I done?” she stammered, her voice trembling. He didn’t answer. He dragged her off the bed, his movements cold and mechanical, a man punishing a crime she didn’t understand. She barely managed to catch her breath before he pushed her toward the door. And then, with finality that split her heart in two, he said, “There’s no place for you in my life or my room. You’re only Jagdish Raichand’s daughter-in-law… not my wife.” The door slammed shut.

Falling For My Wife

People say that after marriage, a woman's true home is her husband's house. But what happens when that home feels nothing less than a living hell? What if the man for whom she leaves everything behind doesn’t value her at all? Sarika's life is just like this. Sarika Adrijay Chaudhary, who couldn’t fulfill her dreams due to her family’s poverty, finds herself married into a wealthy household. A family that, despite being well-educated, still holds narrow-minded views. In a life filled with darkness, the only ray of light for Sarika was her children. For nine long years, Sarika selflessly devoted herself to her in-laws, who never truly acknowledged her worth. Even her husband, Adrijay, only remembered her to fulfill his own needs, never giving her love or attention. However, after nine years of marriage, Adrijay begins to realize his mistakes, but by then, a lot had already been lost. Will Adrijay be able to win Sarika back? Will Sarika ever be able to fulfill her dreams? Can love blossom between Adrijay and Sarika? To find out, read Falling for My Wife. *************************************

Mai Teri Ho Gai (I am all yours)

 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Trigger warning: mature content alert ⚠️ explicit language; 21+ scenes. Please stay away if you have issues reading mature fantasies. Read at your own risk, and if you don't have any issues, then enjoy😌    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   "Hmne tumhara nikha pakka ker diya hai."(We have fixed your marriage.) Her grandmother said, "With whom?" Anabiya asked, confused.  "Mustafa." Her mother, Farhaana, replied.  "No, I don't want to marry him." Anabiya denied it instantly, and everyone looked shocked at her. "Please give us a moment." Mustafa said this while getting up from his seat and dragging her out.  "Why not?" he asked, pining her to the wall.  "Because you are not romantic." She replied boldly.  "Oh." He chuckled. "After marriage, I'll show you how romantic I can be." He said that and cupped her womanhood. She gasped, and he said, "Ye sirf, meri hai."(This only belongs to me.) Anabiya gulped nervously, and he took a step back but instantly came forward and bit her earlobe and whispered, "Taiyar Rehna." (Be prepared)    

Royal Flames (Ch 06- End)

For someone who has sworn off men, Mahira’s biggest nightmare is getting married to one. After all, she made a promise to her mother—one she intends to keep. But one thing leads to another, and with mistakes and misunderstandings piling up on her conscience, Mahira has no choice but to stand at the altar with him. She is supposed to be just a placeholder until the real bride comes back. That was the deal. Except he has made sure the real bride never returns, and before Mahira can realise the truth behind their sham of a marriage, she falls in love with him. With a stalker from the past determined to kill her and a husband she has grown to love but can’t trust anymore, Mahira stands at the crossroads of her life’s biggest test. Should she choose the promise she made to her mother, or the man whose love outweighs his lies? But there’s one thing she hasn’t realised yet— Despite the choice she makes, he isn’t letting her go.

Mr. Chief Minister (complete ✅)

The Saga of Politics, Love, Betrayals, Duties, and Responsibilities •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Congratulations, Abhiraaj, you are going to become a father," Tejasvini said, hugging her son, but he was shocked. 'How could this happen?' he thought. He looked at her. Her cheeks are already stained with tears. When everyone left, he asked with an expressionless face, "The child is his?" Her world stopped, and she felt like someone stabbed her heart. Her heart shattered in a million pieces, and she felt broken for the first time. She never felt like this, even after so many betrayals. More tears welled up in her eyes. His back is facing her. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He never imagined that, above all, she would ever betray him like this, that she would be unfaithful in this marriage.

Hidden love

Story about a married couple...

Intertwined Destinies : His replaced bride

Sometimes, unexpected marriages end up being the most fulfilling ones, defying initial expectations and leading to beautiful journeys together. Same happened with them. Their union was like the merging of opposites, as he embodied the fiery passion while she radiated calmness like water. In his moments of darkness, she became the beacon of light, illuminating their path with hope and love, completing each other in ways they never thought possible. ________________________________ In a moment , she became his everything, his world revolved around her and he was a beautiful symphony of her life, whom she cherished more than anything else. ________________________________

The Queen’s Pawn

Queen Alakhnanda Rivan Singh Devayan never wanted to rule alone. Widowed young, left to raise her son amidst whispers and wolves, she's spent years defending her Throne. Anay Sharma,far from the power and politics he is nothing but a pawn ,to be used untill required . To Alakhnanda, he is a shield-temporary, necessary, and utterly inconvenient for her heart. |Rating: Mature .

Advik:Her Baby Husband.

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Suryachandran

Chanda was in abusive marriage, Where she was Harrassed and beaten every single day, She was all Broken and dead inside until, She got tied up into a second Marriage with IAS Surya Deshmukh, New collector of her Village.

Forced to Marry My Brother-in-law

Prologue  “ Come here and kiss me.....make love to me”, the woman said,in a seductive voice, leaning over the man. “ Get away from me”, The man said angrily, pushing the woman, making her fall on the floor. “ I have never seen such a shameless woman like you. It has been less than three months since your husband had died and here you are busy seducing your husband’s brother,like a characterless woman”, the man said angrily, looking at her with a disgusted filled voice. The woman looked into his eyes without any expressions. “ Don't talk rubbish. He is already dead. And you want me to bury my desires with him. No way, it's never going to happen. Moreover,now I have lost my heart to you”, the woman said without any care. “ If you weren't the mother of my brother's child,I would have thrown you out of this house. It's the last warning for you, stay within your limits and don't disrespect your late husband who had left his house just to marry you in the past. At least, respect his love towards you”, the man said and stormed outside angrily. A tear escaped from the woman's eye. A sob escaped from her lips, which she tried to stop by covering her mouth.  She was sitting on the floor, wiping the fresh tears running down her cheeks.

Her Guardian Angel (18+) complete ✅

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 "sign them." Victor said nonchalantly. "what is this?" Roseline asked shuddering looking at the paper infront Of her. "divorce papers." Victor replied not even looking at her. "please don't....don't do this please." She pleaded folding her hands infront Of him. "just do the damn signatures or want me to punish you?" Victor asked clenching her jaw tightly. "Victor please. I'm begging you. I will never bother you and will stay in a corner but please don't throw me out of my house please Victor." She pleaded on her knees."where will I go. I have no one .please." "Oh." He laughed maniacally "Don't worry darling you don't have to worry about that because I have sold you to a rich person." he said and her eyes wide open in shock. ***** "Think again; I'm a fucking bastard, Rose. I will ruin you." His lips brushed against hers. "No, you won't. I trust you." She replied and captured his lips. They shared a heated Spider-Man-like upside-down kiss. All the while, Aaron's hand traveled to her inner thighs and then to her wet core. She is so excited and turned on by Aaron's dominance right now that she is dripping down there. "Fuck!!! You are drenched down there." Aaron said, leaving her lips and holding her neck with a little force. "You made me Aaron." She replied, holding his neck from behind in her already awkward position. "Stop it. I'm still warning you." He said that in a warning tone while pulling her into a straight position and nibbling on her neck. "Aahm." She moaned in the answer as Aaron was sucking her sweet spot. "There will be no turning back." He said this while traveling his hand from her neck to her right boob and palming it. His fingers, on the other hand, teased her over her dripping thong. "I know, and I'm accepting every consequence." She replied desperately. "But........" "FOR FUCKS SAKE, AARON. STOP IT AND FUCKING FUCK ME." She screamed, cutting him off because she was frustrated.

She Drew Stars Around My Scars

“Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?” His voice dropped—dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn’t know the answer— But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn’t loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him—dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. “Ishika,” he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. “Do. You. Regret. It?” I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn’t regret it. I couldn’t. If I had, I wouldn’t still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn’t still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn’t still be aching for more. “We wouldn’t have kissed that long…” I whispered, finally turning to look at him, “…and still not wanted to stop… if I regretted it.” My voice trembled. He stopped breathing. Literally. His chest pressed to mine, unmoving, as if my confession turned his whole world upside down. “If I regretted it, Veer…” I whispered, “…I wouldn’t be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again.” And that's it— I felt the pull.

Royal Blues (07-End)

If the world is stripped of its beauty, what remains? Men. That is how Mahira Trivedi sees it. They call her a misandrist. She despises the word. It feels flimsy, inadequate, and absolutely incapable of capturing the depth of her loathing. To her, men are intolerable, regardless of whatever redeeming qualities they might pretend to possess. She can no longer stomach their presence in her emotional space. And yet, she runs one of India’s leading security firms, dominant in both physical and cyber defense. You don’t climb to such heights while clinging to discrimination or bias, so compromises have to be made. Men exist in her world only where they are useful: the office. Nowhere else. Yuvaan Singh Chauhan refuses to grasp that simple truth. He barges in. He wants attention. He demands an apology. For what? She doesn’t even remember. But she knows one thing with absolute clarity; You can’t wrong men. You can only hate them. If he wants an apology, he’ll have to chase her to the ends of the earth, and even then, she will step aside just in time to let him plunge to his death. Good riddance, right?

PUNARVIVAAH : ECHOES OF LOVE [COMPLETED] [THE ACHARYAS #1]

(THE ACHARYAS #1) ARYAN ACHARYA and MAHIMA HEGDE—two individuals scarred by the institution of marriage. Divorce. Is it the end of all? Or could it be the beginning of something unexpected, something beautiful? Bound by the tender bond they share with little Mannat, Mahima’s infant daughter from her first marriage, Aryan and Mahima find themselves slowly drawn into a fragile rhythm of togetherness. What begins as shared responsibility soon stirs forgotten dreams and awakens quiet hopes. As they try to build a blended family, quiet moments turn into comforting memories, and silent glances speak louder than words. But just when they begin to hope again, the past returns—threatening to undo everything they’ve begun to heal. Now, they must face old scars, new fears, and a future they’re still too afraid to fully trust. Punarvivaah: Echoes of Love is a story of two hearts learning to love again—gently, bravely, and with the hope that maybe, just maybe, second chances are the ones that matter most.

Wicked Truths

Nine years ago, on a night before his big day, Agastya Singh Chauhan lost his everything. Ever since then, he went vagabonding about the life, trying on different roles, suiting him none. Before he shifted to London, wishing it to be his home, the end of his search, the place where he’ll live out the rest of his life wearing shoes that are too big for him. Until he rediscovered his passion. It is the beginning of a new journey and fortunately, he has someone to accompany him along every step of it. His Jade, the essence of his world, the one he has surrendered his heart to. But she harbors a secret. A secret so powerful it can destroy everything they have built so far. A secret that will a reveal a new layer to that night. The night that started it all, may also become the night, that will end it all.

𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙀 | 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺

Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | • Welcome to the lore • ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: 𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 | 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✦ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two ✦

His second wife (Completed ✅️)

#top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

Loyal Lies

Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.

Rudraja ~ The Beginning

He was the fire, and I wanted to drink him whole—every bit, every ounce—and put him into his place, only to make him realise who was in control. But, little did I know, that the hatred I was brewing so wild inside me would put me on my knees, and make me beg for the things I had never even imagined in my dreams. The fire that lightened, I didn’t know when, would bring us to the destruction that would turn our lives upside down. I am a princess, 20 years old, fierce, bold, and aspire to be someone like my father and my younger uncle. As much as I love getting dressed, I love riding horses, and hunting the wild animals. Behind me, there is a gang of siblings and cousins I could die for. But, expectations choke my neck every moment I spend in my house. They say I should be a better role model for my younger siblings and cousins. But what does my heart want? What if I also want to run free? What if I also want to make mistakes, roam in the markets, and do what other girls, or boys, could do? What if I didn’t want a prince who could bring me moon and stars? What if my eyes had been on a soldier full of fire and ferocity, and someone I could never get, even in the seven lives? No. I didn’t have anything for him. He was the bane of my happiness, my freedom, as my father had appointed him to be my prime caretaker, and he tells my father every move I take. I hated him. I would always hate him. Until…

THE MAID LOVE

She knows that she loves him from her childhood but she doesn't know that is her biggest mistake . She thinks that he is love her that way she do . But it's her misunderstanding . The time more pass ..the distance between us more . He becomes rude and cold towards me and always insults me . He is not the one who i love . I don't why . In our children we used to play and make promises but now he is even disgusted himself if i touch his things ..... If you want to know what happens!! Then you should read. I can say this story doesn't waste time when you read it .. =========🍁🍁🍁🍁========= The cover photo is not my . I take the photo from Google. English is not my first language . So , ignore my grammar article mistake . It's my original story . So , don't cover it . Or i have to take steps . And the story idea is not my . I have this idea by al . I write this story on my own . I just take the Idea . And i make this story more beautiful by myself .i write it myself . So , please without my permission don't cover my story.

Make Me Yours, Professor

Navya Sinha × Advik Sehrawat

HIS THAKURAIN

SEASON 2 of THAKURAIN!! Ganga - a child widow - was torn away from the only warmth she had ever known: her Amma. The woman who defied the cruel Sati Pratha to give her a life, to give her love. But fate is rarely kind to girls like Ganga. Happiness was a luxury she wasn't allowed for long. Branded with the word 'WIDOW', she was cast into a world where she was not allowed to laugh, dream, or even exist freely. Yet, in the midst of her darkness, she clings to a memory - A promise made by a little boy, twenty years ago: "I'll come back to save you, Ganga..." Two decades have passed. But there's been no sign of him. No savior. Only silence. Until now... Thakur Dhananjay Singh - a fierce, principled lawyer known for fighting injustice, especially against women who've been silenced. A man who now despises the very name of his father... but why? What broke him? What is his connection to Ganga? Does he remember the girl with eyes full of hope? Will he go back and keep the promise he once made? And will his stone heart ever bloom under the weight of love, pain, and redemption? Dive into the journey of Ganga and Dhananjay... Where buried memories resurface, wounds seek healing, and love dares to bloom like it was meant to... A story where a son fights with his father, for his Mother... HIS THAKURAIN...

HIS ONLY OBSESSION

Billionaire X Middle class Aarohi — a middle-class girl with fierce independence — never imagined her world would collide with Rivaan Malhotra, a cold, enigmatic billionaire with eyes like storms and a past wrapped in shadows. What began as an unexpected spark spiraled into a consuming obsession.

𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Destiny is written by God, and only He can change it. She is a young woman-innocent, naive, and pure-hearted-who has known nothing but pain in the world. Her parents don't care for her; in fact, they despise her. Alone and abandoned, she struggles to survive in a world that seems determined to break her. He is the ruthless mafia king of India, feared by all and loyal only to his family. He doesn't believe in love... until she enters his life, and everything he thought he knew begins to change. read the whole book and enjoy .. english is not my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes

His Replaced Bride

This is a collection of all the Smuts chapters from His Replaced Bride..

Rags to Royals ✔️

Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

PUNARVIVAAH : MIST OF LOVE

They had sworn never to trust love again. Scarred by broken marriages and bound by the responsibilities of single parenthood, Yash Goenka and Dhwani Gupta find themselves navigating sleepless nights, midnight bottle feeds, and the overwhelming journey of raising their newborns— Prithvi and Prayag. What begins as late-night co-parenting slowly turns into an unexpected friendship... and before they know it, a love that feels like home. Just when Yash and Dhwani dare to believe in a second chance, the past comes knocking, threatening the fragile happiness they have built together. Can two hearts wounded by yesterday find the courage to choose each other again? Mist of Love: Punarvivah is a heartwarming tale of healing, hope, second chances, and discovering that sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin after heartbreak.

Ayaat~His Responsibility or Obsession?

"Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

The Royal Set-Up ✔️

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG

The zamindar's bride (Completed ✅️)

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

They've been at war since childhood. But this time, it's personal. Ritika Singhania is chaos wrapped in lipstick and scars - a mafia heiress raised on power, pressure, and pain. She's fierce, sarcastic, and never afraid to bite back. All she wants now is peace... but her past refuses to stay buried. Then comes Kairav Oberoi. The world's most feared mafia king - silent, cold, and terrifyingly untouchable. He doesn't speak much, but when he does... the world listens. He doesn't fall for anyone. Especially not for a girl born from his enemy's blood. And yet-she's the only one who's ever made him feel truly out of control. Their families have been enemies for decades. Their past is poison - full of secrets, betrayal, and scars that never healed. They should hate each other. But hearts have a habit of disobeying logic. A slow-burn romance of rage, desire, and two enemies bound by blood, broken by fate - and undone by each other.

Obsession in the Classroom

Dr. Aryan Mehra was a sincere and disciplined professor who had a strange fascination with books on dark magic. He had always promised himself one thing — he would never use it in real life. But everything changes the day he falls in love with Shrawani. What starts as admiration slowly turns into obsession. And obsession begins to blur the line between right and wrong. Unable to accept rejection, Dr. Mehra crosses every limit he once swore he never would. His desire to control her grows stronger… darker. Now the question is — Will Shrawani break free from this invisible trap? Or will she become nothing more than Dr. Mehra’s personal doll?

Rauhaaz

He carries walls colder than steel, a protector forged by pain, a man who trusts no heartbeat but his own. She is chaos wrapped in sunlight-laughter in her veins, rebellion in her smile, a soul that refuses to be tamed. When destiny throws them together, the collision is more than chance-it's fire meeting storm, bliss dancing with ruin, a rhythm that could either shatter or save them. In a world where every secret cuts deeper than a blade, and every desire burns brighter than truth,their story isn't about falling in love... -it's about surviving it. Rauhaaz - a tale where protection feels like prison, passion feels like madness, and souls dare to defy fate itself.

♡ 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈 ♡

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smrinked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".