When small-town girl Nitara Sharma steps into the elite world of Singhaniya University,all she wants is a quite education and fresh start.But peace isn't what awaits her.The momentshe crosses paths with Reyansh Singhania-the dangerous,spoiled billionaire heir with a temper as volatile as his obsessions-her world began to unravel.What starts as curiosity turns into a twisted game of control,desire and possession .Because Reyansh doesn't ask he takes And Nitara?She's about to find out what happens when fire touches silk

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

❝ I loved mafia novels.I worshipped the mafia king.So why did I wake up as the girl he hates the most? ❞ Evelyn Carter spent her life obsessed with mafia books- cold, dangerous men, And him-the ruthless mafia king she called her fictional husband. Until one day, she wakes up inside her favorite novel. At first, she's thrilled. She knows the plot.She knows the ending.She knows him. But then reality hits. She isn't the heroine. She is the villainess!! The daughter of his sworn enemy! "I would've died for him. Now, he's actually going to kill me." ---------- Vincent Ashford has ruled the underworld with a heart carved out by blood. The night his family died, the world lost its color-and revenge became his only reason to breathe. He has waited years to destroy his enemy. And when he finally meets the enemy's daughter, hatred should be effortless. But she ruins everything. She Murmurs strange things under her breath, She acts out of place. She avoids him... yet never truly looks away. Vincent tells himself she's a mistake that needs to be erased. Yet his eyes follow her. His thoughts linger. His patience thins. And slowly, dangerously, revenge takes a new shape. Because the girl he was meant to hate has become the only thing he can't stop watching... "You're looking at me like I'm a saint instead of your executioner... tell me, Little Sin, are you actually begging for death, or are you just that far gone?" ❌ DO NOT COPY ❌ I CLAIM THIS BOOK AS MINE SO BETTER HANDS OFF DARLING IF YOU LIKE IT THEN DONT FORGET TO SHOW SOME LOVE.

GENERAL'S BRIDE Genre: Psycho-Thriller • Dark Romance • Blood & Gore • Forced Marriage • Mature • Adult Calixto Joaquin Ferrer-once a decorated military general, now the ruthless head of a global syndicate-rules both the underworld and the corporate empire of Devon Enterprise with an iron hand. To the world, he is a cold, disciplined CEO. In the shadows, he is a predator feared by criminals themselves. His mother wants only one thing from him: A wife. A grandchild. A legacy. Calixto finds it ridiculous-until he sees Angela Samañiego again. His childhood obsession. His first trauma. His twisted, unfinished love. But she is no longer the modest, gentle girl he once claimed as his own. Angela now rides a motorcycle like she owns the night, wears clothes that test his sanity, and pops lollipops like she doesn't care whom she tempts. She is reckless, untamed, and too wild for her own good. And Calixto decides- If the world changed her, he will change her back. By force, if necessary. The Ferrer and Samañiego families have always been intertwined, their fathers best friends since youth. So when Calixto asks for Angela's hand, her father agrees instantly... despite Stella, Angela's younger sister, who shamelessly desires Calixto for herself. Angela doesn't want marriage. She doesn't want a man like him. She says it will never work. Calixto does not care. He wants her. He will have her. And no sister, no refusal, no rebellion will stop him. Until Angela wakes up one morning- naked, bruised, and lying in Calixto's bed... with a wedding ring on her finger. Confused. Trapped. Bound to a man whose love is as dangerous as his enemies. Calixto calls it destiny. Angela calls it hell. And between bloodshed, obsession, and a war of hearts, neither of them will come out the same. A dark romance where love is possession, desire is a weapon, and a general will burn the world just to keep his bride.

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

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?..........

Some flames burn quietly... until they don't. Aurora Bellini is the picture of innocence. Quiet. Kind. A law student with a soft heart and a tragic past. When a violent attack threatens her safety, she's placed under the protection of the Vitti family - Italy's most feared crime syndicate. More specifically, under the cold, watchful eye of their heir: Angelo Vitti. Angelo doesn't want her there. Too sweet. Too soft. Too breakable. But there's something about her that unsettles him. Her gentle smile, her quiet strength - it seeps past the walls he's spent years building. He tells himself she doesn't belong in his world. He tells himself to stay away. But he watches her anyway. Protects her anyway. And slowly, against his better judgment - he starts to burn for her. With war simmering between the Italian and Russian mafias, every secret is dangerous. Every glance, every touch, every whisper in the dark... it all matters. Because nothing is ever what it seems. And sometimes the softest things burn the most.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 - 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.

When Avni Verma's hostel allocation goes wrong, she has no choice but to turn to her brother Anuj's best friend, Yash Mehra, for a place to stay. Yash is the university's star athlete-confident, cool, and always surrounded by people. He's never paid much attention to Avni, who's always been quiet and shy. But as they're forced to live together, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Yash can't ignore the growing attraction he feels for Avni-she's no longer the little sister he once knew, and the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to fight the feelings he's tried to suppress. When Avni begins going out, Yash's possessiveness starts to surface. What began as a simple arrangement quickly turns into a battle between desire and control. Will Yash let his guard down for the girl who's slowly taking over his heart? Prologue: Yash was so close, she could feel his breath against her skin. His eyes were burning into hers, filled with something dangerous. "I don't think you understand, Avni," he muttered, voice thick with restraint. "I'm trying to control myself. But every time you're near me, I'm one step away from breaking." She swallowed, heart racing as he stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're driving me insane. And I'm getting close to losing it." Tropes: Brother's best friend • Possessive ML • Seduction • Slow Burn • Fighting Attraction • Shy FL • College Romance • Steamy Romance 🏅#1 in india 🏅#1 in steamyromance 🏅#1 in brothersbestfriend