Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

Ванесса Коллинз - 19-я девушка,чья жизнь с самого детства была непростой.Но в один день,когда Ванесса встретила ЕГО ,то жизнь её изменилась окончательно. Арчи Миллер - 30-й мужчина, бизнесмен и знаменитый холостяк Лос - Анджелеса, чёрствый мужчина, чьё сердце давно превратилось в глыбу льда. Что же будет с главными героями? Смогут ли они быть вместе? Ведь он чёрствый мужчина,а она наивная девушка. Внимание! Книга содержит: - Нецензурная лексика - подробное описание секса

He bought her family's debts. She became the price. Arjun Raizada, 32, ruthless billionaire CEO, Mumbai's most eligible bachelor with a reputation for breaking companies and beds in equal measure. Diya Sharma, 26, fiery middle-class graphic designer from Delhi, who once drew him as a peacock in college and never forgave him for ghosting her mid-flirt. One forced wedding later, she's Mrs. Raizada, thrown into his glass-and-marble palace, debts cleared, family saved, pride shattered. What starts as icy contempt explodes into scorching obsession.❤️‍🔥 Genre: Desi Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Billionaire x Middle-Class, Steamy Intimacy, Family Drama Setting: Modern India (Mumbai and Delhi), with lavish business world contrasts against traditional family roots. Tropes: Forced Proximity, Possessive Hero, Teasing Flirts, Jealousy Sparks, Monster-in-Bed Alpha, Slow-Burn to Explosive Passion, Big Joint Family Shenanigans.

«Тебя погубит не любовь, а человек, который не умеет любить» Мир мафии жесток. Кровь, боль. Эмоциям нет места в этом мире, нет выбора. И нет любви. Любовь- это слабость, позволенная трусам. Она - сломлена внутри, но счастлива снаружи. Ее сломали в детстве и ломают каждый день. Она давно перестала жить, только существовать. Но кусочек ее души верит в любовь, делит мир на чёрное и белое. Он - Капо Нью-Йорка. Холоднокровный убийца, с черной душой, который ломает людей, получая от этого удовольствие. К чему приведет это встреча? Сломает ли он ее или соберёт все осколки ее серда и станет её Черным Ангелом?

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

Arnav ♡ Aakriti ~ Aakriti Saxena's Age 19. A delicate soul wrapped in innocence, Aakriti is a BBA first-year student with dreams bigger than the sky-but wings clipped by her circumstances. She is beautiful, soft-spoken, emotional, and painfully shy. After the tragic death of her parents, she was forced to live with her uncle and aunt, who treat her like an unpaid servant. She bears the weight of their cruelty with silent strength. Despite everything, her heart is pure, and her emotions run deep. Little does she know, her life is about to take a shocking turn when fate entangles her with the coldest man she's ever met... But will she melt his heart-or lose herself in the fire? Arnav Singhania Age 27 Tall, intense, and dangerously attractive. Arnav is the CEO of AS Industries and secretly rules the underworld with an iron fist. Cold-hearted and emotionally detached, he lives in shadows, hiding pain beneath power. When Aakriti slapped him during an unexpected encounter, she unknowingly woke the storm inside him. Driven by revenge and haunted by a forgotten past, Arnav forcefully marries her-to punish, possess, and control. But destiny has its own plans... because Aakriti reminds him of something. Of someone. And for the first time, his frozen heart begins to tremble. But is it love... or obsession? ~ But can two broken souls heal each other... or will love get lost between revenge and redemption? Will fate bring them closer-or will their pasts tear them apart forever? ~ Dive into a story of intense emotions, slow-burn romance, and dark secrets where love is not a choice... it's a war. _____________________________________________

"His princess" Zeydan Abbas Khan. The name everyone knows. The man with cold hazel eyes, an empire at his fingertips, and a silence that speaks louder than words. Grumpy, expressionless, untouchable-he never lets the world see beyond the walls he's built. And then there's Izel. Izel Zayan Fareed Soft. Innocent. A quiet soul with eyes full of unspoken words. She doesn't need noise to be heard-her silence is enough to shake him. Two worlds-one made of fire and steel, the other of calm and warmth. What happens when they collide? ___________________________________________ Rehaan Zayan Fareed. Sharp mind. Grumpy at work. The kind of man who carries his father's fire in his veins-disciplined, untouchable in the boardroom. But at home? He melts. Especially when it comes to his Noor. Noor Abbas Khan. Talkative. Outspoken. The spark in every room she enters. Charming, fearless, unapologetically herself-the exact opposite of his controlled silence. What happens when her chaos meets his calm? When the girl who talks without stopping falls for the man who only speaks when it matters?

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

‼️this book his only for 16+ "Try speaking to her again-and I'll bury your tongue with my bullets.Touch her, and I'll make sure your mother can't recognize your corpse." He's a walking nightmare wrapped in silk suits and bloodstained hands. The name LUCA is enough to silence a room. King of the Underworld, ruler of shadows, and a ghost that even the law fears to chase. His empire is built on violence, betrayal, and bodies no one dares to count. He doesn't speak twice. He doesn't leave witnesses. And mercy? That died the day he picked up a gun he kills everyone who even thinks about HIS girl. (He's a rude for others cute for her) She's softness in a world that never deserved her. LILY is light-pure, untouched, and blissfully unaware of the darkness that lurks beyond her little bubble. With laughter in her voice and kindness in her eyes, she believes in love, morning coffee, and happy endings. But all of that shatters or maybe enhances When he decides she's his. And she gives up and wants to be his Their worlds should've never collided. But when someone dares to lay a finger on her, luca doesn't just show up-he brings war. She becomes his obsession, his addiction, his reason to burn everything to the ground. And now, there's no escape Not from his grip, not from his gaze, not from the twisted fate that binds them but what happens when angle falls in love with demon?what happens when she sees the good in him? #1 in kiddnaped #56 in badboygoodgirl #58 in possesive #104 in Loveable