She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

Sometimes, love doesn't come with grand gesture it comes with comfort, safety, and a hand that never lets go.

Three years ago, Layla Worthington escaped a life of luxury-and a husband who nearly killed her. Dean Worthington, handsome billionaire CEO, is charming to the world... but cruel and controlling behind closed doors. After one violent night left Layla on the brink of death, she ran, determined never to let him find her again. Now, she's built a quiet life in Seaford, Delaware, working as a small-town doctor and finally tasting freedom. But Dean refuses to let her go. Consumed by obsession and regret, he's tracked her down, determined to reclaim what he believes is his, no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story features a deliberately soft submissive - leaning female lead. She is not your typical "strong, independent heroine." The male lead has a history of cheating and physically abusing her and the plot follows his attempt to win her back. This is the typical romance with some familiar tropes, so if redemption arcs, flawed male leads, and trope-heavy stories aren't your thing, this book is not for you. Thanks!

It started with an alliance, but soon became something more profound than love. An all-consuming passion that would possess their every waking moment." Her selfless nature and naïve love ensnared them in a tangled web of devotion, weaving a fate that would unravel the very fabric of her being. "For them, it was a beautiful obsession, a flame that burned bright and true, but for her, it was a double-edged refuge, a safe haven that also held her captive, its warmth slowly consuming her freedom. TheTripletsObsession - #MafiaRomance - #DarkLove - #ObsessiveLove - #TripleThreat - #IrishMafia - #ItalianMafia - #MafiaAlliance - #HostageOfLove - #CapturedHeart - #StolenInnocence - #DangerousDesire - #ForbiddenLove - #LoveInDarkness - #TwistedRomance - #DarkFiction - #RomanticSuspense - #MafiaFiction

[SAMPLE ONLY] I was carrying his child when he threw me out. He didn't even look me in the eyes when he called me a liar, when he believed his female best friend's accusations and lies over my truth. I begged him to trust me, but he turned his back, leaving me on the doorstep with a baby growing inside me and nowhere to go. Five years later, fate dragged him back into my life. A DNA test silenced every doubt, every accusation. Our son, my little boy who had never known his father's arms, the one he rejected was his all along. Now he's here, on his knees, begging. Begging for forgiveness. Begging to hold the child he abandoned. Begging to have me back. But how do I forgive the man who shattered me when I needed him most? How do I trust the husband who chose betrayal over love? Should I give him the family he suddenly craves? Or should I walk away and protect the life I built without him?

UPDATES ~ SUNDAY AND THURSDAY [COMPLETED ON STCK ME] She loved him for 15+ years... They were childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life... But one cruel incident... Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering her heart into pieces. **** Everyone pities the wife who marries a man still in love with someone else. But what about her? The girl he loved first. The one he promised forever. The one he left behind. They call her the other woman- They portray her a villian. This is her story. But the woman who loved him first- And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha You are warned, this story is not an easy read, if you are sensitive or uncomfortable with complex narratives, mystery and grey characters please refrain from reading it.

Brotherhood Billionaires Book 2 He wanted her then and he wants her now. And this time he won't let her go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Madhav Raj Singh Ranawat No one knows the side of her that she hides from the world that lies under her confident mask. The woman I never wanted to cross paths again in my life. Yet now she is friends with my sister. Living in the same city and slowly coming back into my life. Meera Shekhawat No one knows the ruthless man he is, hidden behind the charming, sunshine boy he pretends to be. The boy who broke my heart and trust. I never wanted to even see him yet I don't have any other option other than asking his help in the company. But he isn't the reason I disappeared from his life. Now he wants me back and is even persistent. And I don't want to hurt him. Faith has intervened in their paths again tying them into a bond that lasts forever. Will they be able to leave the past behind and start a new beginning or the past will never leave their side? (Mature 18+ !!)

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.