She had built her life carefully-marriage, a child, routines measured in school timings and night shifts. As a lab technician, she knew precision, discipline, and silence. At home, she was a wife and a mother; dependable, predictable, almost invisible. When she asked her husband for permission to work part-time at a private clinic where her close friend worked, it felt harmless. Just extra income. Just a favor. Nothing more. The clinic, however, was a different world. That was where she met him-the manager. Calm voice, confident eyes, a presence that lingered longer than it should. He noticed things others didn't: the way she spoke softly, the hesitation in her decisions, the obedience she had learned over years of compromise. What began as professional respect slowly slipped into stolen glances, casual conversations that felt too personal, and silences heavy with meaning. She knew the line. She knew she was crossing it. Yet every day at the clinic pulled her further away from the woman she was at home. With him, she felt seen-not as a wife, not as a mother, but as a woman with suppressed desires and unasked questions. Guilt followed her like a shadow, but temptation walked beside her, patient and persuasive. This is not a story of innocence lost in a moment. It is a story of choices-slow, deliberate, and dangerous. Of infidelity that begins in the mind before it reaches the body. Of control, submission, secrecy, and the quiet thrill of betrayal. And once it begins, there is no turning back

What if Anjali had died in the car accident that Shyam had orchestrated for her on the wedding day of Payal and Akash?

Two childhood best friends. One man. One secret. Mila was Marc's first love-his high school sweetheart who vanished to chase her dreams in Vegas, leaving him broken. Emily stayed. She became his wife, the safe choice, the one who loved him when Mila disappeared. Twenty years later, Mila returns. Old feelings resurface, promises resurface-and she comes back with a secret that could destroy Marc's marriage and shatter Emily's world forever. Some loves never die.

15 years ago, Lukas Bennet decided to give up on his coping mechanisms and start healing, become the man his late mom would have wanted him to be. 15 years ago, Tara Baker decided to stop dwelling on her past hurt and embrace the love of the one guy she'd never thought would be interested in her. 15 years later, Tara and Lukas realize that love is not enough. --- DISCLAIMER This book is the direct sequel to Roommates with Benefits, so you should read that one first. I will be working on this book while rewriting RwB for paperback, so updates might be a little slow, but many readers have asked for a rewrite and I didn't want you guys to wait more years.

Roohi Kapoor has a dilemma. She's hopelessly in love with her best friend, Vihan Singh Rathore-a heart surgeon, royal heir from Jodhpur, and unfortunately, a notorious playboy. Despite knowing him since kindergarten, he still treats her like "just one of the guys." Meanwhile, her family is pressuring her to settle down, parading eligible bachelors in front of her-none of whom compare to Vihan. Desperate, Roohi turns to her brother Ron, a love guru, to help her win Vihan's heart. But there's a catch: Vihan changes girls like he changes shirts, and Ron has issues with that. Lots of them. Can Roohi follow through with his crazy plan to break out of the friend zone, or will she be left heartbroken while her family plans her next "perfect match"?

Blake Murillo is one of the famous bachelor in town. He's rich and handsome but known for being Playboy. "I can have any woman I wanted. I want you and you will be mine soon." What will happen if the playboy fall in love with a lesbian? Paano nya mapapaibig ang isang babae kung hindi lang lalaki ang magiging karibal nya kung hindi pati na rin ang mga babae?

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

"Sometimes we just had to lick the attitude out of her" ~♧~ I was only supposed to dance for them, not submit my entire existence to them. But they wanted me. They had me. I was theirs..... theirs to break, to care for, to love and theirs to fuck for as long as they willed it. As much as I didn't want succumb to the feeling, the feeling of being loved, I knew I wanted them as much as they wanted me. So I let them have me. And they used me like the fucktoy I was for them. Because I was theirs. ....... How can a mere dancer put the ruthless Kings on a leash. ~♡~

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

Kim Taehyung is a playboy who changes partners all the time. Everyone thinks he does it for fun, but no one knows that he's actually searching for the love he's been craving for years. One day, he sees his new professor and falls in love at first sight. Jeon Jungkook is a sweet and humble man, working as a professor at Seoul University. What if Taehyung proposes to Jungkook? Will Jungkook accept him or reject him? ✵ Top Tae ✵ Bottom Kookie ✵ Age gap ✵ Possessive ✵ Fluff ✵ Romantic ✵ Jealousy ✵ No cheating ✵ No skin ship with others ✵ Just pure and cute love story