Rudra looked toward the tree under which a beautiful girl in a Red dress is sitting with a book in her delicate hand. "It's been 30 min but still, she hasn't turned the page ." He thought She is continuously staring at the book with her beautiful light brown eyes. He was in a really bad mood today but after seeing her. He forgot everything else except her ,only her.... He moved toward her in a slow light step And sat beside her. He shifted his head toward her ear and questioned in his dark cold voice " What are you reading ?". " Darkness " She replied without much reaction in her beautiful face. -------++----------------++++-------------------------------++------ Naina's life changed when her parents passed away in a car accident and even though she who was saved during that accident became blind. But by her luck or misfortune, she met Rudra. Rudra Singh Rajput is a name everyone is afraid of except her. A billionaire in name and a mafia in profession. What will happen when she meets him? Will Rudra become a boon or a curse for her?

A bride at 17 child marriage.......... Seventeen-year-old Aanya loses her beloved father, a police officer, in a staged accident. When she learns someone is behind it yet she doesn't know anyone who is behind it but she thinks kabir is behind all this, she vows revenge. But fate twists cruelly-under extreme circumstances, she is forced to marry Kabir Malhotra. Cold, arrogant, and scarred by a dark past, Kabir is everything Aanya despises. Yet trapped in the enemy's house, balancing her studies and her grief, Aanya's fiery spirit collides with Kabir's darkness... and hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Age gap:- 15years

⚡🔥 When Fire Meets Thunder Two storms. Two tempers. Two destinies that were never meant to stay apart. Axel Volkov was born with fire in his veins - sharp, fierce, impossible to control. Iha Rajvansh was the thunder that shook every room she walked into - wild, stubborn, beautifully unpredictable. They grew up clashing. They grew up competing. They grew up hating how much they noticed each other. But fate has a way of tying together the very souls that refuse to meet. In a world where loyalty is legacy, and danger shadows every heartbeat, fire will rise... Thunder will roar... And two enemies destined by chaos will collide in a love powerful enough to burn, break, and rebuild everything. Because some stories don't begin with love - they begin with war. And this one begins the moment Fire meets Thunder.

He ruled in silence. She shook his world with a single glance. Rudraaksh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. Control. Silence. Forged in pain and blood, he built empires with a cold heart and colder hands. His past? Buried. His future? Calculated. Marriage? Just another deal... until her. Meher was not what he expected. Draped in tradition, eyes full of fire, and a heart so stubborn it refused to bow- She didn't flinch at his silence. She answered it. She didn't soften for his rage. She faced it. And somewhere between her bold innocence and quiet rebellion... Rudraaksh forgot how to be untouched. Now, the man who made demons kneel, might just fall to his knees... for the girl who was never afraid of his darkness.

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞- 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞." 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. This book might be triggered you⚠️, so read at your own risk. Started: 7th March, 2024. Ended: 12th July, 2025

" Oh fuck!!" "Little one, I don't think it suits a baby to curse." " Hey!! Who are you calling little? I am a big girl. Can't you see?? " she hissed angrily, rubbing her knees. He chuckled and bent down to see her injury. " it's not that big. Stop crying like a baby." "Are you serious!! You..You are such a bad man I have ever met. Even my neighbour's son feels sad after hurting me. And you!! Huh!!" she said with an angry pout. He chuckled and stood up. He gave his hand to her to get up but she slapped his hand and stood up herself whining in pain. --------------------------------------------------- "Stop coming near me, or, or," she stuttered, trying to break free from his cage-like hold. "Or what, little one?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear. She didn't like it - that was what her mind was screaming. But she also knew it was a turn-on for her. "Just leave me, Mr. Knight," she tried to act bold, but all her words came out as a mere whisper. He smirked and moved closer, their bodies touching. She could feel his heavy bulge against her lower abdomen. She bit her lip. He moved in closer, and before she could speak, he claimed her lips, shocking her to the core. "Mine..." ----------------------------------------------------------- He is broken, she is his cure. He is alone, she has everyone. He is cold, she is on fire. She ain't any innocent, naive girl but a fiesty one. What will happen when they both meet after their first encounter??

(English translation available) He reached out, but she pushed his hand away, sobbing, "Chale jaiye yahan se!" (Leave right now!) He looked at her tear-streaked face, his own eyes glistening. He understood. He had shattered her, broken her so profoundly that she couldn't bear to give him a chance. But he couldn't live without her. She had woven a spell on him. He bent down to her level and whispered, "Tum sochti ho ki tum apna jadoo chalakar chali jaogi? Tum galat ho. Bhot galt. Tum meri ho, aur hamesha rahogi. Chahe tumhe pasand ho ya nahi." His eyes bore into hers, unyielding and possessive. ("You think you can just cast your spell and walk away? You're mistaken. You're mine, and you'll always be. Whether you like it or not." ) Shanaya shut her eyes and crumpled to the floor, her sobs wracking her body. She couldn't control the agony coursing through her. "Abhi ke liye ja raha hoon. Lekin hamesha ke liye chhodne ka sochna bhi mat. Tum humari thi, ho, aur rahogi." (I am leaving for now. But don't ever think I would leave you forever. You were, are, and will remain mine.) He stood up and gave her a final glance before leaving. He was harsh on her, but he loved her. He couldn't stay away from her or let her go. But this was the truth. The harsh truth.

#1STORY OF TWISTED SERIES. 📍•TWISTED OBSESSION RIYANSH SINGH RAJVANSH, 28 year old,A greek God in form of a man or better say god of hell. He is a underworld mafia boss and CEO of his self made company RAJVANSH INT. AND GROUPS. IF anyone try to double cross him he made sure before death he might felt hell on earth. Have a little brother as his family and deprived of any love from family made him heartless . loss whole family in tragic event except his little brother. he is heavenly handsome , hot and sexy any woman come across him wants to get in his pants but he hate girls touch and he is allergic to girls touch. ANCHAL MEHRA, 25 year old, A very beautiful girl with a innocent face but no one knows what is behind that innocent face. she is a journalist which is known by world but the reality is only she knows. in 25 years she never felt love due to death of her mother while giving birth to her, she felt a very horrible nightmare. she is a cold hearted girl. not believe in love. Let's see what will happen when the whole destiny start to make them one. ---------------------: ) "kiss me and I'll answer u for everything " he said "I'm here for work MR. RAJVANSH " I raised my voice a little but this handsome hunk, shit what the hell are u thinking girl. he replied "and I'm helping u my MALYASHKA" he whisper lowly and sexily shit shit what the hell is wrong with you girl. -------------------------; ) "U will not choose me after knowing my truth"I said while sobbing. "IT'S NOT ME BUT THAT FUCKER WORLD MADE ME THIS" I cried out loud but he cupped my face in his hand and made me look into his dark brown eyes, said "I choose you , I'll choose you again and again. Because it's you my MALYSHKA and other than you no one fucking matters to me" 🪐🪐 Trops :- Mafia × journalist Strong FL× Strong ML Grumpy × Grumpy He fell first but she fell harder Darkromance Touch him\her and die MATURE

Precious Pearl (Anmol Heera) What if the Italian Mafia's lost daughter ended up in India? What if Sorella became my 'Choti Behna'? What if the Princess became my 'Gudiya'? Though the theme might be like an Italian lost mafia princess story, the plot and storyline will be mine, based in India, as per my imagination. No abused mother, no abusive stepfather/stepmother, no rape. Aadhya was 17 years old when she found out she lost her mother to lung cancer, and she never knew. One day, she came home from school and found a body covered in a white scarf surrounded by many people, including three unknown men who looked a bit like her. Are they her brothers? How many brothers does she have? Will they keep her happy like her mother did? What if they pity her or see her as a burden? Why doesn't she know about them? What if Aadhya has to tie Rakhi not for one brother but for seven brothers? What gifts will they give her? Let's ride this roller coaster of Aadhya, their Precious Pearl ❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢♡❍♢ For any queries, you can mail or msg me Email : mrskimmintae@gmail.com Instagram : White_Orchids (Link will be in my bio)