She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

This book is set in 1980-90es time period" Meera × Raghuveer For a girl marriage brings happiness and expectations from her partner, Today is Meera's marriage with the son of sarpanch of their village, the girl who was very excited, Happy about this new journey "What could possibly go wrong" Maybe EVERYTHING! Meera the bright sunshine girl who was supposed to shine high on her big day ended up losing all her wings and charm' The day supposed to bring the most memorable memories to her, made her lose her and her family's respect and dignity among the whole village. Mature content ✨🌸

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

A story set in 1970's. Maya , a 20 year old tied into a marriage with a man 8 years older to her. She is shy , and submissive. She loves from her whole heart. What will happen after her marriage??? Vikram 28 year old. Ruthless sarpanch who loves his family. He hates lies. Will his love bloom with Maya?? Read the story of their arrange marriage and find out Age gap 18 plus

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. "𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬." _________________________________________________ She was the girl with ink-stained fingers and dreams too delicate for a world like his. Amaira Joshi had never imagined her name would be spoken in the same breath as the Ranawats-let alone whispered as a possible bride for Yugveer Ranawat, the quiet storm behind a billion-dollar empire. He's everything she isn't. Sharp where she's soft. Silent where she speaks with her eyes. A man built of discipline, duty, and deeply buried demons. The proposal comes not with roses or confessions, but through old connections, quiet conversations over tea-and a stare that lingers far too long. Amaira is not prepared to step into a world of chandeliers and legacy, where love is a luxury and silence, a weapon. But fate doesn't ask permission. And neither does Yugveer Ranawat. In a tale woven with longing, restraint, and slow-burning intensity-what happens when a girl who speaks in warmth is thrown into the arms of a man who's forgotten how to feel? Achievements so far: ✨ #1 in Forbidden Feelings #8 in Intense Love #7 in Heartfelt Romance #23 in Desi Love Story #117 in Desire

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

A Dark Romance Story where love isn't soft... it's consuming. ✦ ───────── ✦ ❀ ✦───────── ✦ She looked into his eyes, her heart racing, her voice trembling yet filled with an unspoken longing. "Make me yours, Professor," she whispered, like a confession she could no longer hold back. He didn't look away. His gaze stayed fixed on hers-cold, distant, and guarded. A man who had already loved once... and lost. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "I can't... not in this lifetime." ✦ ─────── ✦ ❀ ✦ ────── ✦

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #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. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________