"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

~𝓐𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓪, 𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓳𝓱𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝔂𝓪 ~ "Please try to understand... it's better we part ways. It's better that we stay away from each other. Once, I loved you, Ekansh..." Her voice wavered, her lips trembling as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "Don't destroy that love I had for you six years ago by doing this," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. "No matter how many times you say that we should part ways... I can't even think of being separated from you again. Six years ago, I walked away from you in my hatred, but now, it's that very hatred that will keep you bound to me," 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞. . . . . 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (Check Prologue)

╰┈➤𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 They were school sweethearts - Their love was soft, unspoken, and filled with laughter. Until one day, she shattered him in ways no one else ever could. She thought ending it would set them free,but he refused to let her go -not when his heart still beat for her. Because his devotion wasn't fragile; it was fierce, consuming, and eternal. He waited. He longed. He haunted the memories of her smile,the silence of her absence. No matter how far she ran,his soul always knew the way back to her. For she was never just a chapter of his past -she was his destiny,his devotion,his belonging love. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ── .✦

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

‎‧₊˚✧ Previously known as Love Between Hate ✧˚₊ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝑭𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒂~ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. ꧁ᬊᬁ𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖞, 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ᬊ᭄꧂ 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𐙚 ⋆˚Aakarsh Singh Mehrotra X Ikshita Singhania ⋆˚꩜｡۶ৎ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ ɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ⌯⌲⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bound by the flames of revenge, yet chasing different prey, their worlds collided. She was sold to him-nothing more than a pawn, a possession in his ruthless game. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ‎‧₊˚✧They tried to shatter them. Instead, they rose-like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes..❤︎‎✧˚₊‧ 𖹭 ᴊᴀʙ ɴᴀꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴘᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀʙ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɢᴀɴɪ ᴋɪ ʜᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅᴅ ᴘᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴋᴀʀᴇɴɢᴇ. 𖹭 top trending in India at #3, in Canada at #4 & #5 thrice, in UK #2, in US #5 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ᯓ ✈︎✞☬ঔৣ꧂

An Arrange Marriage Sounds Complicated, Right? Two souls who don't know each other but yet they vow to stand with each other for their whole life without any condition. Two souls who were unknown to each other's presence are bounded with each other for their whole life. They say, for a girl, Arrange Marriage is very difficult but what about that boy? The one who was a bachelor till yesterday and suddenly is a husband today. He has to share not only his room but his whole life. If you fall in love in a Arrange Marriage, it is the best feeling but if you don't, the marriage becomes a suffocation. Trust and Understanding, the common factors in every relationship specially in Arrange Marriage because, you can stay without love but not without trust. Manik Malhotra and Nandini Murty are tied by the sacred bond called Marriage by their respective parents. Neither of them was ready to marry a stranger and fall in love but yet they had to. He is a Buisnessman while she is a Doctor. He, A perfect son, a perfect person. Everything he does screams perfection. Will he be able to give space to her in his perfect life? She, A mature person with baby heart and clumsiness in hand, will she be able to fit in his perfect life? Will this Marriage turn into love or will it become a suffocation for them? Will they be able to become MaNan from Manik and Nandini?

Y/n, a cute, beautiful and strong girl, is a surgeon. Kim Taehyung, the devil king, the biggest mafia king, from whom the world is afraid even the police, meets Y/n and Y/n meets him. And their life changes. Because what Taehyung wants Taehyung gets. Warning❌18+------This ff will contain smut and will be a dark ff. So if you are too innocent then don't read but it will be fun. It's my first ff. [okay listen guys, this ff was written when I was somewhere 14 or 15 and I just wanted to give it a try. There are errors and weird twists but I'm too lazy to update it so please manage. Thankyou and apologizes] Started on 18 March 2021 Finished on 18 October 2021 I completed it in 7 months😱🤗😂 【COMPLETED✔️】

She's an American songwriter living in South Korea. He's one of the biggest idols on Earth. When they meet, sparks fly - but can they overcome past traumas, and find a happy ending? A Kim Taehyung fanfic.

The air was tense, humming with power, as Kim Taehyung sat at the head of the long, dark mahogany table. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, lazily held a lit cigarette between them, the ember glowing like a predator's eye in the dark. He was a sight to behold-draped in a black silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease a glimpse of his sculpted chest, the fabric clinging to his body like a second skin. A tailored black blazer sat perfectly on his broad shoulders, the intricate embroidery along the lapels shimmering subtly under the dim lights. His black dress pants were fitted, cinched with an expensive belt, the silver buckle engraved with his initials. And his shoes-Italian leather, polished to perfection-completed his aura of deadly elegance. But what truly stole the breath away was the way he held his gun-a Colt Dragoon revolver, an old yet reliable piece, resting in his grip like an extension of his own body. The metal glinted coldly as he tilted it slightly, his thumb brushing over the barrel