She's always admired him from afar. He's the handsome, popular guy everyone likes... but he only notices her. Their eyes keep meeting, hearts quietly connecting. Until he says, "I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend." Heartbroken, she steps back. Yet, even after graduation, their unspoken bond lingers. Will their hearts find each other again... or remain a memory?

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

THIS STORY IS JUST FOR FUN...JUST FOR LAUGHING AND RELAXING "One day, I'll run away..." she declared dramatically, stuffing a spoonful of boiled spinach into her mouth like it was poison. "Far... far away. To the Himalayas." Bhargav didn't even look up from the medical reports in his hand. "Try it," he said coolly. "And you'll learn what consequences look like." Aruni narrowed her eyes. "Fine. But when I escape, who will you force-feed these horrible vegetables to?" Silence. Then she pointed an accusing finger at him. "Actually... if you make me stay here against my will, I'll take revenge." That finally earned his attention. "Revenge?" A wicked smile spread across her face. "I'll marry you." Bhargav froze. "And then," she continued cheerfully, "for the rest of eternity, I'll make you eat boiled vegetables, drink spinach juice, and follow every single health rule you tortured me with." She gasped dramatically. "No sweets. No junk food. No mercy." For the first time in years, the feared head of the Gangadhar family looked genuinely alarmed. Aruni folded her arms triumphantly. "So think carefully, Bhargav sir." "Let me run away now..." "Or spend the rest of your life being force-fed healthy food by me." He stared at the girl who had turned his carefully controlled world into absolute chaos. Then, slowly, dangerously, he smiled. "Run away if you can, Aruni." "Because if I catch you..." He stepped closer. "You'll be drinking spinach juice beside me for the rest of eternity." And for some reason... the thought didn't sound nearly as terrifying anymore.

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

CONTENT WARNING 18+ This book is not for sensitive readers. "Sometimes Maya, I want to touch you in a way that excites you. Disgusts you. To touch every inch of that honeyed skin that it hurts you. Dishonors you. A touch so dirtying that it destroys you -Dev Suryavanshi Maya Sule has spent her life believing that safety is a choice. At twenty three, her world is small, controlled, carefully guarded, built on routines. She trusts in order, in predictability, in the quiet certainty that nothing truly terrible can reach her if she is careful enough. Obedient and meek enough. She is wrong. Dev Suryavanshi does not arrive as a storm. He arrives as a curse. A man of influence...unspoken power, Dev moves through Mumbai unseen yet omnipresent, respected by some, feared by most, questioned by none. When his path crosses Maya's, it is not chance but consequence. And something dark and dangerous is set into motion. Caught between resistance and desire, instinct and longing, Maya is drawn into a dangerous game. With every step closer to Dev, the city tightens around her, secrets surface, and the line between punishment and sin becomes a slow, aching invitation. This is not a story about falling in love. It is a story about a mistake and the cost of surviving it.

The King's Obsession Power makes kings. Fear builds empires. But obsession... ...destroys them. He never lost a war. He never bowed before anyone. The entire underworld obeyed a single name. Then someone dared to steal what he never knew he possessed. One betrayal. One disappearance. And a city that forgot how to breathe. "Whoever dares to touch what's mine... even their next breath won't belong to them." Some obsessions aren't born. They're awakened. And when the King awakens... No one escapes.