#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

He wasn't a man people loved... he was a man they feared. A tyrant hidden behind the title of sarpanch- his word was law, his silence was a warning, and his anger... was something no one survived twice. In his village, women lowered their gazes, voices were buried before they could rise, and obedience was the only way to live. Until she walked in. An outsider with fire in her veins and defiance in her eyes. She didn't bow. Didn't stay quiet. Didn't learn fear the way everyone else had. Instead... she stood in front of him- and called him jahil. That moment sealed her fate. Because men like him don't forgive disrespect. They don't forget it. They own it. What was meant to be a lesson... turned into a cage. Walls that whispered control. Chains that tasted like power. A world where her freedom was no longer hers. But she doesn't shatter. She fights. She speaks. She stands for herself, and for the women he had silenced for years. And that... is where everything changes. Because her defiance doesn't anger him anymore- it awakens something far more dangerous. An obsession that grows in the dark. A hunger that refuses to be controlled. A devotion that is anything but pure. It's possessive. It's consuming. It's feral. Now the man who ruled an entire village with fear... finds himself drawn to the only person who refuses to fear him. And the girl who should have been broken becomes the one thing he can't let go. Because a tyrant may control the world but when obsession takes over, even he forgets where power ends... and madness begins.

"Behave," she whispered. "If you say my name like that," he replied, "I will forget why I'm behaving." "You're killing me here, baby." "Don't look at me like that-not when I've spent ten days learning how to breathe without you." --- I was twenty-four when my future was decided in a room I didn't control. He was thirty-two and already owned cities. They called it an arranged marriage. I called it a mistake. Raghav Oberoi didn't ask for my consent, he waited for my surrender. Cold eyes. Iron control. A presence that made rooms go silent. A man who didn't raise his voice... because he never had to. I wanted to hate my husband. But how do you hate a man who looks at you like losing you would ruin him? This is not a gentle love story. It's obsession disguised as devotion. A marriage built on power, broken by love, and sealed by fire.

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

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Love, Lust, and Limerence. Vikrant Singh Chauhan is a well-known criminal lawyer who is affiliated with a law firm. He is an ambitious, assertive, and somewhat arrogant individual. Since childhood, he has longed for love, but his hopes were crushed when he believed he would finally receive the affection he deserved. 🦕 Mehak Sharma is a self-assured, optimistic individual who embraces self-love and aspires to be an artist. However, a tragic incident completely altered her life and shattered her positive outlook. 🦕 ~Tropes Forbidden love Grumpy X Sunshine Touch her and die Past trauma Possessive ML & FL

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||