After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

They're Off Limits Reading Event 😈 They know they shouldn't. They're going to anyway. Forced proximity, messy boundaries, and stories that don't hold back. 📚 Read from the They're Off Limits Reading List 🏆 30 mins → 30 Coins 🏆 90 mins → 90 Coins 🏆 150 mins → 150 Coins 📅 May 11 - 17 Stay for the tension. Leave with Coins. after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

( Agniwanshi series book~1 )💗 "Look at me when I'm deep inside you." 😈🔥 Rudhransh Agniwanshi is a mafia king, a man wrapped in silk suits and lethal power, hiding a dangerous madness behind a calm, commanding exterior. Every step he takes exudes control, dominance, and a hunger that very few dare to challenge. He has everything the world can offer, yet he wants only one thing - Prisha. 💀💔 Prisha is a college girl whose light shines brighter than the darkness surrounding her. She laughs freely, loves fiercely, and believes in a world far gentler than the one Rudhransh inhabits. The moment he sees her, something awakens inside him, something possessive, obsessive, and unrelenting. She becomes his world, his obsession, and his greatest desire. He decides she is his and nothing will stop him from claiming her, even if she doesn't yet understand the power he holds over her. 💥❤️ Love in his world is never gentle. It is dangerous, consuming, and inescapable. The deeper she falls for him, the more she discovers the thin line between passion and captivity. Every touch, every whisper, every glance pulls her closer into a storm she cannot resist and a world she cannot leave behind. 🌪️💋 This is a story of desire and domination, of a man who rules with fire and a woman whose light cannot be tamed. It is dark, it is obsessive, it is possessive, and it is impossible to forget. 🔥💀❤️ A mafia romance where love feels like captivity and escape feels impossible. 🖤 ---

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ