She turned, one last glance to see if Emma had noticed her absence-and slammed into something solid. Heat. Muscle. A heartbeat that wasn't hers. Her breath snagged. Strong hands caught her waist before gravity could claim her. Rougher than expected. Certain in their possession. Sandalwood. Something darker, earthier, curling around her like danger. Her eyes lifted. Steel-gray. Ethan Blackwood. Cold, precise, yet flecks of silver sparked like lightning. One rebellious strand of black hair fell against his temple, defying the order he demanded of everything. Their breaths mingled. Too close. Too charged. "I-I'm sorry..." Scarlett stammered. "Watch your way," he murmured, velvet dragged across steel. His grip lingered just long enough to brand her skin. "How did you get in here?" he asked, voice slicing through the haze. "I-I have an invitation." Her chin lifted. His gaze flicked-mouth, eyes, mouth-before returning to hers. "From where-the recycling bin?" Scarlett laughed sharp, incredulous. "Oh, I see. That's how you got in." A flicker of something-surprise? Admiration?-crossed him, gone as fast as it came. "No one speaks to me like that." "Maybe that's the problem," she countered, stepping closer. "Everything has a first time." He leaned in, dangerously close, voice dropping. "Careful." "Better you be the one," she whispered, daring, fire sparking between them. ** Scarlett: strong-willed, fiery, witty Ethan: commanding, controlled, yet hinting at hidden cracks When Scarlett Landon signs a contract that binds her to the cold, controlling billionaire Ethan Blackwood, she thinks it's just business. But behind the ruthless CEO mask lies a man battling his own demons-and soon, their fake marriage turns into something dangerously real. Two hearts. One contract. A thousand tangled emotions.

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

A woman abandoned by her husband A father who wants his children's happiness A family so full of love yet craving it Let's dive into the tale of two hearts finally healing together It's forbidden but pure A tale of second chance at love and happily ever after

Maria a simple 22 years old college student was about to get married forcefully with the person arranged by her parents. Just when she thought a bald, fat and stinky ugly person would be seen, a striking handsome face was sitting opposite her with a playful chuckle. Mariya almost forgot to breathe. And just like that, Marriage was concluded. Van, a 29 years old, was handsome rich and very attractive person. The moment he saw the girl whom he was supposed to get married with, he was instantly drawn to her. However, unlike the sweet and caring person he seems at surface, his personality was twisted. He was dominating, controlling, manipulative and obsessive person. Whatever he likes, that becomes his. But even after marriage, Van was not satisfied. They share same bed, same food, same space, same surname, the hunger in Van's heart grew more and more. He wanted the Mariya, his wife all to himself. Never ever in this life, he would let his baby leave him otherwise....

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

She is Bubbly, He is Arrogant She is the ray of sunshine, He is full of darkness. This story about an plus size woman and an handsome man. Both are thrown together in the name of marriage. He expects everything to be perfect whereas, She do whatever pleases her. He wants a perfect and beautiful girl to be a partner in order to show off, but he got her. Lets see, whether the marriage will be an disaster or happily ever after. Warning: This is my first story in Wattpad and am new to writing too. If you are in need of perfect book with zero flaws . Then this book is not your cup of coffee. If still want to give it a try , please bear with me. Its an unedited version. Please bear with it. Many typo errors will be there. As I write this story in my phone. Start date : 18th March 2021 End date: 22nd May 2021

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔-𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆: 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆? 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅? 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔. »»-----　✼　-----«« 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔 »»-----　✼　-----««

#COMPLETE# This story is my own work inspired by a tv show. Before you start reading just keep in mind that this story is mostly hmmm all smut and 18+. If you are uncomfortable at any point feel free to leave the story, don't report it. In the backdrop of the 1900s, where women's voices were often silenced, Durga, an innocent and soft-spoken 18-year-old girl, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never chose. Her husband, Rajesh, is a hardened 38-year-old man - feared in the streets for his temper, ego, and ruthless dominance. A goon by name, and a tyrant by nature, Rajesh rules his home the way he rules the outside world - with anger and control. Durga, delicate yet resilient, is thrown into a world of violence, fear, and forbidden desires. Can her innocence soften his cruelty? Can she awaken the man buried beneath years of rage? Or will she be crushed under the weight of his toxic love? A story of power, submission, longing... and the dangerous dance between pain and passion.

He married her to claim her heart... He stayed to feed on her soul - and her milk. Anaya never expected her life to become a storm of silk sheets, locked doors, and a man who worships her body like a sacred temple. After giving birth to their child, she thought the hardest part would be adjusting to motherhood. She was wrong. Because her husband, Veer Singh Rathore - billionaire CEO, secret royalty, and dangerously dominant - is obsessed with her. Not just her curves or her scent... but her breast milk. What began as a moment of weakness turns into a ritual of desire. Veer feeds from her, pleasures her, punishes her, and praises her in ways no man ever should. And Anaya? She begins to crave it just as madly. But when love turns into possession, and obsession becomes holy... How far will she go to feed a man who drinks her like salvation? A dark romance full of red flags, raw passion, emotional chaos, and sensual milkplay. This is not your typical love story. This is CRAVE.