ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

THIS STORY CONTAIN EXPLICIT MATURE SCENES [18+] #1 in mature audiance The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move. "Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close. "I gave you time. Space." His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim. "Now I take what's mine." He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance. He doesn't ask. He decides. And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him. And somewhere in the future- She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final. "Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me." she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap" she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.." This is not romantic love story.. It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion... ...and escape may have never been an option. He didn't fall for her. He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mature themes explicit sexual content Marriage trope Frequent intimate scenes between married partners Strong language / profanity Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy Power dynamics within a relationship Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress

Do check out more descriptive original description as for word count i had to cancel out few things. Slowburn Smut romance saga #1 Vaani Sharma x Raghav Bansal Who said pehla pyaar-the mohalla waala bhaiya, the brother's best friend, the boy next door-was just a crush? Just infatuation? Says who? My parents? The same ones who, after ten years, forced me to marry him- The university topper. The all-rounder. The playboy with the sanskaari smile. Mamma ka laadla. The walking sin every woman secretly imagined in her filthiest fantasies. The mohalla ka kukkad kamal da- Raghav Bansal. Every girl skipped her TV serials to watch him flex his gym-built body, to see him ironing his sister's kurti, or making tea for his mother. Every aunty wanted him as their damaad, every daughter wanted him as their husband. And he-he only smiled, all innocence, all charm. Bansal ji ka beta. And now-he's mine. Raghav Bansal. My husband. My sin. My undoing. His hands clutch my waist, pulling me back onto him. My red saree lies somewhere forgotten, blouse half-open, choodiyan and anklets singing in rhythm with every thrust. The mangalsutra sways wildly between my breasts, branding me his in the most carnal way possible. His veined hand slides down my skin, leaving fire in its path before pressing that one spot that makes me cry out his name. My body arches, his moans drown in my hair, and the night becomes ours-louder, hotter, messier than the world outside could ever imagine. This isn't infatuation. This isn't just attraction. This is the beginning of our endless sin. Tropes Math waale bhaiya x biology waali didi Badboy x good girl Forced proximity One sided love ? She fell first, he fell harder She thought he didn't see her how she saw him but he saw secretly and yearning to be seen like that forever. Secret crush Divorcee x virgin Desi Romcom Erotic, smut Neighbour/mohalle wala romance Happy ending. #1 in mumbai #5 in delhi

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🔞 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 . 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 . 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 . 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ( 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 ) ___________________________________ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭 ,𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 . 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 . 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ,𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ( 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤) 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ,𝐦𝐢𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐚! ___________________________________ [Posting a new chapter on Every Friday] # 1 maturecontent # 1 powerplay # 1 secretaffair # 1 mindgames # 1 darkfiction

Have you ever wondered about a place where they teach you how to have sex? How to keep your boyfriend or husband happy? Well, this is one such academy. Join Suhana on this journey. I hope you learn with her.

" Look at you all sweaty and needy for my touch " Rafe grunted spreading my legs slightly to fit himself between, his eyes exploring my body. " Today l will ink myself under your skin in away that you will whimper when you look at yourself and you will only think of me when you touch yourself, " Renee Blue Tyson was a golden child turned wrong. Since her teenage years she yearned for something that she didn't know of. At seventeen she explored her body and learnt that she liked it rough and mostly she liked older men as they knew what they wanted and did. She discovers SHE'S NOT A VANILLA GIRL , she likes it with ropes, chokes and spanks. Now at twenty-three in her last year of college she stumbles in his safe place. Kirill Rafe Merceaux , is a 35year old rich successful business man by the day , a tattoo artist in the evening and a monster in bed at night and when a 5'3 raven haired girl which captivating dark chocolate eyes knocks into him, he knows he's ruined and most importantly he knows he's going to drag her with him. Willingly or Not.

"𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Set in late-1970s. Kavita Chandra is married at eighteen to Vijay Tripathi, a man seven years older than her, chosen by families and tradition. Thrust overnight from schoolbooks into sindoor, Kavita enters a marriage she doesn't understand and a life that leaves little room for choice. just like her name she wanted to become a writer and study in good college. will her dream come true? read to find out.

"He wants what's under my saree❤‍🔥" She's a strict, no-nonsense professor, new to a college ruled by fear. He's a reckless, cruel politician's son who thinks rules don't apply to him. When their worlds collide, control melts, boundaries vanish, and a fire of lust and obsession rages too hot, too wild, and far too irresistible to escape.

A collection of sinful encounters, forbidden cravings, and raw desire-each chapter a different story, a different fantasy, a different sin. From strangers in the dark to lovers who should've known better, this book holds everything you're too afraid to say out loud but can't stop thinking about. Not one love story. Not one couple. Just endless heat, passion, and indulgence in every form. Warning: This compilation is not for the faint of heart. Expect 🔞 themes, explicit content, and fantasies that blur the line between pleasure and obsession.

Dedicated to the touchy couple who can't keep their hands off each other. They live for each other, they crave each other and you will see how they love each other. This story will show you how beautiful intimacy is..😏😘 This is an 18+ love story so kindly don't report or repost..