"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

"You're my favorite." Daisy Clements knew marriage was not for her. She didn't want it, she didn't think she would enjoy it, and she especially wasn't expecting it with her best friends's older brother who knew just how to get under her skin with that cunning smirk and golden boy charms. But when the situation calls for it, Daisy finds herself as the new Mrs. Silvano.

"Not so daring anymore Eliza Park ?"

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love. "Just because you are my wife and we share a bed doesn't mean I'll be telling you every small detail of my day or life with you. Don't try to put your nose in my business I hate it. " -𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "Next time you dare to threaten or scream at me, remember that I can give you plenty of reasons to scream my name, sweetheart," - 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "I don't care brother or not ;if anyone dares to harm my wife shall face the strength of the Raghuvanshi name.As your husband be damned if I stand idly by when someone inflicts pain upon you" -𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 No matter how hard you try to shut love out, it always finds a way back in. Will the Raghuvanshi brothers open their hearts or keep running from it? ❝ Tangled threads ❞ is saga of love, loyalty, Revenge and the consequences.

"I detest you." Came out of Nayantra's mouth venomously sweet, eyes burning holes in his, vexation visible as day. "You fucking disgust me." Smirking at the raw display of lust filled hatred, Agastya took a step ahead, forcing her to take one back. "Didn't see you feeling disgusted last night when you were beneath me, moaning my name and taking me so well, Nayna." His breath kissed her sensitive skin as he restored into her ears, caging her between his bulk body and brisk wall. Tiping her chin up, furry in her eyes, jaws clenched tight, she glared into the sharpest, most vicious pair of ebony she's ever come across. "Don't be so proud of it. You're not the only one who fucks me." Squinting his eyes in dangerous possessiveness, his hand seized her throat, fingers wrapping around her swan-like throat in a gentle hold. "Say that again and you'll not open your mouth for the next half an hour." The corners of her mouth quirked up, a daring look in her eyes as she repeated. "You are not the only one who I sleep with, Agastya. You're just another-" Killing her words before they found their voice, he slammed his lips against hers aggressively. Yielding to the temptation and tingles of his proximity and the furious kiss, her hands settled on his neck, pulled him closer, leaned in deeper, kissing him back as deep and angrily.

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."