"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂" ➽───────────────❥ "Mujhe tumse pyar hogaya hai Sher " I was lying to my father's right hand and his best bodyguard , just for the sake of my freedom . It was all a game for me and he was the only key to my escape . "Sham hogayi hai , chalo tumhe ghar le chalu . Baba sahb intezaar kar rhe honge " He was firm , not even looking me in the eyes and I thought to myself that the last chance to my freedom was at nothing but a dead end . "Kyu Mai achi nahi lagti ? " "Bohot achi lagti ho " My heart began hammering against my chest hearing the confession ,"itni achi ki tumhare liye mai puri duniya mein aag laga sakta hu par uss aag mein tumhe nahi jalne de sakta Shannara " "Kisse bacha rahe ho mujhe ? Mere baap se ?" "Nahi, Apne aap se" Seducing my father's Right hand doesn't end well because he's not just any other man . He's MY FATHER'S SHER . His deadliest weapon . His love for me is uncontrolled, unrestrained and unfortunately I've started a game that was never meant to be escaped . ⚠️ contains mature themes , language and graphic violence !! [ UNEDITED ] ➽───────────────❥ #1 Green flag as of 7/5/2026 #1 election 13/5/2026 #1 Hindi 15/5/2026 #2 bodyguard 13/5/2026 #2 Haryana as of 15/5/2026 #2Mansion as of 13/5/2026 #3 College as of 9/6/2026

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

In the ancient era, in the early 19th and 20th century peace is held together by a sacred law: brothers must marry one woman-one soul shared, one heart bound-to prevent power struggles that once shattered the realm. When the innocent and beautiful Aradhya is captured by an old man thrice her age for marriage, her fate takes a dramatic turn. Two powerful Thakur brothers, Thakur yatharth-the cold, calculating war strategist-and Thakur yashraj -the charming, ruthless protector-defy the rules and tradition to save her. By ancient decree, saving her means claiming her. Now, she is not only under their protection-but their shared bride. What begins as a duty quickly turns into something far more dangerous. To yatharth, Aradhya is the key to controlling his darker urges. To yashraj , she is the light that anchors his chaos. And to Aradhya these two opposite souls become the only safe harbour in a world full of hidden daggers and whispered threats. But being bound to two royal obsessions comes at a price. As palace intrigue thickens and old enemies rise from the shadows, Aradhya must learn how to wield the power she never asked for-because in this twisted game of loyalty, obsession, and law, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Hope you liked the book cover and under editing......

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy her brother is hunting. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't that blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Powerful female characters Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Male Leads Toxic Love Multi couple

Cursed Curiosities Collection #4 - |Police X Criminal| "You spilled blood for your pain, little perp," He growls, thumb dragging up my throat. "I'll spill worlds for your peace. But this-" His thick cock jackhammers into my trembling entrance, "-this is where you pay. On my cock. In my grip. With my cum shoved so deep inside you, you'll walk around leaking my seed for days." ••• What happens when the prey hunts, and the predator wants to be found? Commissioner Abhimanyu Raichand comes to Mumbai with one objective: track down the ghost executing the city's wealthiest men, catch him, then arrest him. Easy, right? Wrong. Twenty-five-year-old Khushi Patel is a petty thief with quick fingers, quicker lies, and a past soaked in blood. She never imagined she'd catch the eye of the man who hunts monsters for a living. She definitely never imagined he'd become obsessed. For Abhimanyu, the first stare is enough to fuse his violence with her scars, and suddenly the city stops mattering. What he doesn't know is that Khushi has already begun her own silent war. Four men are dead. More will fall. And the monster he is sworn to catch is the girl he cannot stop wanting. For her, he will betray his badge, dirty his hands, and step willingly into the dark. All in the name of his little perp. ••• Available with English translations. All kinds of media used in this book belong to their legitimate owners. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

"I don't need your love," she said, teeth clenched. "Good," he replied "Because what I feel for you is far more dangerous.'' When life forces fashion heiress Aisha Mehra into a contract marriage with her family's sworn enemy - the ruthless tycoon Rajveer Singhania - their world ignites. She vows revenge. He craves control. But neither expected the storm of lust, secrets, and slow-burning obsession that would follow. In a world of broken trust, buried betrayals, and blistering tension - what happens when hate feels a little too much like desire? A marriage built on lies. A war of hearts and headlines. And a love story written in scarlet sins.

To the world, Genesis Fernandes is a ghost. In a family that values power and prestige, she is the "quiet disappointment"-the daughter ignored at dinner parties and forgotten in family portraits. But Genesis has a secret power: as a brilliant psychologist, she can read the darkest corners of the human mind. She knows exactly how to heal a heart, even if her own is covered in scars from years of neglect. Ekansh Malhotra doesn't have a heart to heal. He is the iron-fisted heir to the Malhotra empire, a man who rules the Mumbai underworld with a cold, blood-stained efficiency. He is the devil personified, a predator who has never known the meaning of the word mercy. Until he meets her. In the chaos of a high-stakes negotiation, the devil finally meets his match. While the rest of the world trembles at his feet, Genesis looks at Ekansh and sees the fractured boy beneath the monster. Now, the man who never bowed is suddenly at his limits. The ruthless mafia king, who burns cities to the ground on a whim, finds himself doing the unthinkable. He doesn't just want her; he needs her. In the boardroom, he is a tyrant. In the streets, he is a ghost. But in the quiet of her office, the devil finally kneels. Because for Ekansh Malhotra, the only thing more dangerous than his enemies is the woman who made his inner demons sit, behave, and beg for her touch. "Even the devil has a master, and mine happens to wear a saree and carry the weight of the world in her eyes." - Ekansh Malhotra

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.