|| 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘 || { ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛꜱ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ.} 🥀🥀🥀🥀❤️‍🔥🥀🥀🥀🥀 "A-aapki pasand h-hamare k-koi maayne nahi rakhti." Her voice shook, but the defiance was there, trembling yet alive. A mistake. His smirk widened-dark, cruel, possessive. Haseena's entire body went rigid as he lowered his face just a fraction, his voice dropping into a low, threatening whisper. "Remove this fucking color, Luna." Her skin went cold. He sounded like a cold blooded Animal. She stared at him, her breath caught in her throat, her body refusing to move. Anubhav exhaled slowly, his patience thinning. "Or if you don't..." His voice was soft, deadly. He leaned in , just close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath near her throat, but never touching. The anticipation, the restraint ,it made it worse. "Then I will." Haseena felt her pulse hammering against her ribs. His smirk darkened. "And if I touched you once, Luna..." He let the words hang, savoring the panic in her eyes. "Then I won't just remove that bastard's color." A sharp breath left her lips as he tilted his head, his voice turning lower, more dangerous. "I'll grab your throat." She froze. "Choke it." A whimper nearly escaped her lips. "And then..." He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, his self-control on a fragile edge. "I'll kiss you so fucking hard that you won't even remember how to breathe." Her stomach plummeted. His fingers twitched at his sides. "And after that..." His eyes gleamed with something unholy. "I'll have you. Your body. Your breath. Your soul , in my own way." [ Even if her soul resists, he'll shackle destiny to bring her to his throne... ]

|| BOOK 1 IN THE POLITICAL SERIES || कुछ लोग मोहब्बत करते हैं... और कुछ लोग मोहब्बत बन जाते हैं। RUDRANSH RANA Once upon a time, this man was the literal definition of simping respectfully. Then college happened, HIS CHAUDHARY SAHAB served him a rejection platter, and bro looked at his own feelings, said "ew," and buried them six feet under. and became the city's most feared MLA The funny part? He's still a green flag. Just heavily disguised. DHANVI CHAUDHARY. Calm. Collected. Unbothered. Or at least, that's the aesthetic she was going for.But as her family's laadli daughter, she couldn't say no to the decade old promise, expectations, and emotional blackmail wrapped in "TRUST OUR CHOICE." She agreed. Expecting a stranger. Instead, she looked up during her engagement and found Rudransh Rana standing in front of her. The boy she once broke. The man who now refused to even meet her eyes. As he slipped the ring onto her finger, he looked away. But one truth still burned beneath all the silence, hurt, and years of pretending: "Woh zindagi bhar meri thi... bas kismat ko samajhne mein thoda zyada waqt lag gaya.." One loved too much. One realized too late. And somewhere beneath all the hurt, silence, and unfinished history lies a question neither of them is ready to answer: Can you return to the person you once broke... when they're no longer waiting for you? # 1 *MBBS /Haryana/Romancefiction/Leader/Realstory/Childhood / Political/Youngromance

"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26

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?..........

Originally "My girl." NOT EDITED⚠️ "You love hugs Don't you?" "Only yours." - "You know, if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked, princess." he said seductively in my ear, his hand rubbing up and down my waist. - He slowly lifts his gaze to look at me. "You're scared, aren't you." - "Ava, my dick is rock hard and we're going to the fucking pool, it's taking my all to not take you right here in this fucking elevator." He grumbled causing my eyes to trail down to see it. - She was like a ray of sunshine. He was the devil. Join Ava and Kai on a journey of love, redemption, and the power of finding light in the darkest of places. You know what they say... opposites attract;) _______ Read to find out ;) ⚠️P.s... the ending to this book is SAD, read at your own discretion...Enjoy! ⚠️ ©️2023

[BLOOD AND BOND BOOK #1] 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." [𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐔𝐡. 𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. Isabella Fiore Celano was never treated nicely by the world. She was only 10, when she was sex trafficked by the Russian mafia. Since then, she was known as dead to her family. After 10 years, she is found again by childhood friend and Italian mafia Don, Alessio Giovanni Costello. Alessio takes Isabella under his care as a tribute to his close family friends. Now a mafia Don who has never know gentleness or care must learn to care for a precious girl in need of all those things. Will the sweet precious girl, bring the big bad mafia Don to his knees? Or will they be ripped apart before the chance of love ever exists? Started: October 20, 2021 Finish

Four years. That's how long it has been since Sebastian saw his best friend's sister Maya. She was the sweetest seventeen year old girl you probably ever met. Now? Not so much. Her brother Theo moved out and her whole world fell apart after that. She had to learn to take care of herself. So that means she's not that little girl they remember. And they will find that out pretty soon. Not in a nice way either. The worst thing is that now Sebastian and Maya are so similar that it's actually scary. But nothing can happen between them right? They hate each other. Despise one another. Plus, Sebastian is her brother's best friend, that could never work out. Right?

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.

ANGELO DELLA MORTE is a dark, Gothic romance of obsession, corruption, and possessive love. Don Vincenzo Rossi is a psychopathic Mafia kingpin who controls empires from the shadows. His life is a cold, calculated void until the moment he sees Elio, an ethereally beautiful, albino man, through a café window. To Vincenzo, Elio is a vision of impossible purity: a delicate angel folding a paper bird, utterly untouched by the filth and violence that is Vincenzo's world. In that instant, a singular, all-consuming obsession is born. TW: This story is a DARK romance and is VERY erotic. Dark Mafia Romance | Possessive/Obsessive Love | Forced Proximity | Stalking/Voyeurism