Rukmini Sengupta has known all her life that she never fit in. She has made peace with it. So when she bags the Young Lawyer Achievement Award in the Rajasthan Corporate Awards, she knows people will talk. But when Rukmini Sengupta uncovers a Mathur link to a trafficking case, Aditya Singh Mathur is shocked. To control damage, he hires her, wanting to clear his family's name and reputation. His boundaries of keeping women at arm's length prove to be tested when they come close over the case. However, the Goenkas are out for blood. But instead of the Mathurs, they attack Rukmini, shredding her reputation. Women are always the easiest target. Aditya stands by her anyway. And so Rajmata Kalyani Singh Mathur arranges for their marriage. What could possibly go wrong?

NOT THE REAL UZAIR BALOCH FF! Chavvi Tripathi once dreamed of silk sketches and high-fashion runways, but fate-and a devastating past-led her to the shadows of RAW. Now, undercover as Afreen Al Marri, she has successfully infiltrated the gritty, high-stakes corridors of Lyari. Embedded as a niece helping her aunt-a veteran agent working for a powerful gang lord-Afreen's mission is clear: watch, listen, and dismantle. But the fabric of her lie begins to fray when she crosses paths with Uzair Baloch.

Maya only wanted noodles, Baahubali, and sleep. Instead, a storm shattered the night and dropped a half-dressed, furious ancient king into her living room. Not the actor. Not a dream. But Bhallaladeva himself. Alive. Armed. And looking at her like she was prey. One accidental cut on a replica crown becomes a blood-bond, dragging him from Mahishmati into her tiny apartment... and tying his fate to hers. He wants answers. He wants control. He wants her. When a stolen kiss at a Halloween party keeps his identity hidden, it does more than silence him; it awakens an obsession. Now Bhalla is learning her world...her rules...her body. Powerful, possessive, and fatally seductive, he'll do anything to return home- even if he must take her with him. But Maya's beginning to realise something far more dangerous; Some crossings can't be undone. Some kings don't let go. And some desires were never meant to exist... Especially when the villain chooses you.

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

What if Devasena had a hidden twin? What if the baby who never cried was seen as a bad omen? A sign of destruction in the future? What if that baby was left alone on the forest floor, meant to be devoured by wild animals? But fate had other plans. The mountain people, who never left their land, happened to cross that path at the right time. They found the infant and took her into their arms and into their hearts. She was raised as the daughter of the mountain tribe's leader in a world far from the kingdoms of men. They named her Valli, after their goddess who married the god of war, Murugan. Blessed with a brilliant mind, she was taken under the wing of Rishi Vamadevananda. He taught her archery, swordplay, poetry, and the sacred texts. Though she never liked to fight, she learned to protect herself. Her true passion was poetry. Her people were known for their fine and rare silks. Though they never mingled with the outside world, their silks travelled across kingdoms. Valli, the lover of art, helped craft the finest fabrics and added her own touch: a secret verse embroidered on each piece. One of her silks, stitched with her soul, found its way to a palace. And it touched the heart of a man the world feared. Bhalladeva, Prince of Mahismati, who craved only power, was drawn to her words. For the first time, his heart listened. And the man the world feared began to smile, just for her. In front of her, nothing else mattered. The heart wants what it wants. What happens when the hidden twin steps into the light? When a forbidden romance is caught in the fire? Can the villain protect his love? His muse, his soul, his desire-his everything? The Villain's Muse

"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC

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❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

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❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.