𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭. ​ 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐭 (28), 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲". 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ​ 𝐀𝐭 (22), 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 "𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐧" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

"Four years was a sentence. Today is the execution." Elara Malhotra thought she had found a sliver of freedom in London. But Zayden Singhania doesn't believe in freedom-he only believes in possession. From the moment she receives her degree to the second she steps back onto Indian soil, Elara realizes she hasn't been a student; she's been a masterpiece in waiting. Zayden is a storm of power and ancient tradition. He doesn't just want her heart; he wants to colonize her soul. From marking her skin in the shadows of London to branding her thigh with his name in blood-red henna, Zayden ensures that every ritual is a step deeper into his gilded cage. As the wedding fire looms, Elara must decide: Is she the Queen of his empire, or the most beautiful trophy in his collection? In this game of shadows and silk, the rules are simple: #No one touches her. #No one looks at her. #She belongs to the King. "I didn't just write my name on your skin, Princess. I etched it into your DNA. You can wash off the ink, but you'll never wash off me."

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

I let his fingers slip between my lips and taste myself once again. "This is what you will do with me" he whispered looking at my lips. "You will wrap your lips around it" I followed his instructions and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. I looked at his eyes and I immediately found his gaze which was torn between my lips and eyes. He inhaled again before continuing speaking. "You will slowly lick and suck it" he winked with a grin. "And you will try your best to fully take me in your mouth like this" he said, pushing his fingers even more inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin with his free hand. "Isn't that right, Rea? You will try to take me all?" He slowly asked and I nodded bringing my own fingers to my clit, trying to touch it the same way he did. He looked down to what I was doing and grinned. "Good girl, but I will continue with that" he told me, removing his fingers from my mouth and grabbing my wrist to stop me. *** Finding a wounded man in the middle of the wood was the last thing Rea had imagined to see during her stroll. She had never thought her innocent gesture of rescuing and healing him would have turned her life upside down. He claimed her as his mate. A ruthless predator that enjoyed the kill and shedding blood around for his own purpose. He was part of a species her whole family told her to stay away from. Werewolves. And she discovered soon how she was mated to one of the strongest one. Callendon. Her personal nightmare. MATURE CONTENT - ONLY 18 + FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE She can't stand the school's golden boy, but when fate keeps throwing them together, their rivalry starts to look a lot like chemistry-and suddenly they're not playing the game they thought they were. °•°•°•° Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men. They're manipulative and toxic-her lousy ex taught her that lesson well. Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despises. He's arrogant, a playboy, and worshipped by everyone who meets him-except her. But he's also relentless, charming, and unfairly gorgeous. Their first meeting? Instant mutual hatred. Their second? Just as bad. Their third? Um... you see where I'm going with this. It's clear to everyone around them that they're not each other's biggest fans. But fate, or maybe some cosmic prank, keeps bringing them together-forcing them to learn more about each other. But like Hannah, Tristan has a dark past - he's just better at hiding it. Faced with an uncertain future, threats from an unknown assailant, and still trying to heal past wounds, both of them will have to learn to rely on each other. °•°•°•° Because I know you guys, there's smut in Chapters 29, 31, 34, Bonus #1, 37, 39, 49, 65, Bonus #3, and Bonus #5. °•°•°•° Enemies to Lovers College Football Romance Book 1 in the Campus Kings Series (Can be read as a Standalone) Mature +18 LOTS of character development.