"𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

He was never supposed to be mine. Three years older. My best friend's brother. Off-limits in every possible way. But Ansh Raizada wasn't just anyone - He was obsession dressed as charm. Silence wrapped in control. And I wanted him to lose it... for me. I saw the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a child anymore - and I was done playing innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a slow burn set on fire. He says I shouldn't want him. But I already do. And I don't believe in stopping. This time, I'm not waiting to be chosen - I'm claiming him. Rank #3 in Romance on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #3 in India on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #2 in New Adult on 21/03/2026🥈

The Sarpanch's Claim Devgarh, 1974. The rain falls without warning, soaking the earth, washing the dust from the village roads. Agastya Thakur stands under the shade of an old neem tree when he sees her. Radha. Barefoot in the rain, moving as if the world has forgotten to watch her. There is no performance in her steps, no intention to be seen-only a quiet freedom that unsettles him more than rebellion ever could. In that moment, Agastya understands something with unsettling certainty. This girl will be his. Not because the village whispers about her. Not because she is alone. And not because he has the power to decide such things. But because some truths arrive without asking permission. The rumours surrounding Radha never reach him. Or perhaps they do-and he simply finds them irrelevant. He has ruled Devgarh long enough to know that fear often disguises itself as gossip, and cruelty often hides behind tradition. Radha does not belong to the world that condemns her. So Agastya does what he has always done-he takes responsibility. He arranges the marriage calmly, decisively, without spectacle. Not as a saviour, not as a tyrant-but as a man who knows exactly what he is claiming. She will be his wife. The Sarpanch's Wife. Not owned. Not silenced. But protected, chosen, and placed where no rumour can reach her again. And Devgarh will learn- some decisions are not made out of force, but out of certainty. 🌸 Tropes: 1974 Village Sarpanch Age Gap Arrange Marriage Mature Content 🔞

This book is set in 1980-90es time period" Meera × Raghuveer For a girl marriage brings happiness and expectations from her partner, Today is Meera's marriage with the son of sarpanch of their village, the girl who was very excited, Happy about this new journey "What could possibly go wrong" Maybe EVERYTHING! Meera the bright sunshine girl who was supposed to shine high on her big day ended up losing all her wings and charm' The day supposed to bring the most memorable memories to her, made her lose her and her family's respect and dignity among the whole village. Mature content ✨🌸

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

ꜱʜᴀᴜʀyᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ (27) is the king's most feared soldier-loyal, lethal, and dangerously charming. Women fall for him easily. He never stays. ᴩʀɪꜱʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀᴠᴀʀᴛɪ (17) is a sheltered princess-soft, innocent, untouched by the world's darkness, protected fiercely by her brother. Her brother takes her with him to his friend's kingdom to find a groom for her. But what happens there is something neither of them could have imagined. Because from the moment he sees Prisha, duty blurs into desire, protection turns into possession, and trust becomes a quiet, dangerous bond. She believes in him without fear. He claims her without asking. And in a game where love is forbidden- Shaurya Rathore never plays without a plan. ___ This story is not like an ordinary story; it's very erotic. Many people might judge it after reading it, but this story was written purely for entertainment purposes, so please don't take it too seriously and just enjoy it. Theme - dark, mature, erotica, forbidden.

#Book 1: His series Vidhart Singh Ranawat 33 | Jaipur | The Silent Storm A man of legacy, carved from marble and discipline. He speaks less, observes more. His silence isn't emptiness-it's command. Royal blood runs through his veins, but it's his loyalty, not his lineage, that defines him. Beneath the tailored suits and ancestral pride lies a heart that once paused time for a single glance of a girl he couldn't forget. He waited-not out of weakness, but out of strength. Because when Vidhart loves, he does so with permanence. Eraya Sharma 28 | Dehradun | The Quiet Flame She walks through the world gently, like poetry written in soft ink. Rooted in compassion, driven by purpose- her soul finds meaning in every hand she helps, every heart she heals. She isn't the loudest in the room, but when she speaks, the world listens-because truth always echoes. She believes in kindness over chaos, courage over comfort. And though she never sought grandeur, fate chose her for a love that was written long before she knew it existed. Start Date:- 17/06/2025 End Date:- 24/02/2026 ___________________________________________________________________________________