𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Cursed Curiosities Collection #2 - | Tandav Dancer X His Fan | COMPLETED "I'm going to carve myself into you," He growls, his hands gripping my thighs as he slams into me, the car shaking with each brutal, punishing thrust. "I'll touch you, fuck you, make you beg for more until you can't remember where you end and I begin." My body arches against his, fingers digging into his biceps as he pushes me deeper into the leather, fucking me relentlessly. ••• What happens when the fire of Tandav awakens an insatiable hunger? Omaksh Aghori is a master of the ancient art, a celebrated Tandav dancer, a feared perfectionist, and a man who needs no one in his tightly controlled world-until Muskan Singh dances in it. A soft-spoken, 20-year-old dreamer, who dances with a quiet grace and has dreams larger than life. She never imagined she'd become the object of obsession for the very man she idolized. For Omaksh, one look is all it takes to chain his darkness to her light-and it's game over. He didn't seek her. But now that he's found her, he'll stop at nothing to make her his, in every sense of the word. And Muskan? She doesn't realize it yet, but she's already become his nymph. ••• Available with English translations. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

Bhaavi is running out of time-or at least that's what the society and her family tells her. Over 30 and not married. Not even close. Not the conventional beauty with petite figure and perfect face, which unfortunately the marriage market demands, she sets out to lose extra kilos and get the skin treatments which the beauty influencers are raving about. Just one glitch. On her first day of gym she encounters her college bully, Vihaan Mehta. Devastatingly handsome and equally cruel, Vihaan never left a chance to torment Bhaavi, making her college life a living hell. Now 8 years later, he still can't seem to leave her alone. *** Excerpt- 11 years ago... "Better start switching those samosas with salad, or your father will have a hard time finding you a husband," he adds and another round of laughter echoes around me as if he said the funniest thing ever. My eyes water but I rather be dead than let this bastard know his words affect me. I blink my eyes to keep the tears at bay and take in a long breath. ---- Now... "It's been so long, isn't it Berry?" He says to me. I hate that freaking nickname. "Eight years," I mutter unconsciously. "Eight long years without seeing you," he states like he was deprived of his right. The way his hooded eyes regard me makes my heart jump, taking me back to college days.

A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).

🔞"Run all you want, angel. You were always meant to be mine." 🔥Sahir Azeem Chaudhary - Ruthless, merciless, and obscenely powerful. A man who doesn't take no for an answer. He's the king of the underworld, feared by men, worshiped by women. But for all his dominance, there's one thing he can't control-his obsession with Maya. 🔥 Maya Mehrotra - Once sweet, now bitter. Once hopeful, now hardened. She was young when she met Sahir, blind to the monster beneath his charm. Now she knows better. And she swears she'll never let him own her again. Genre & Subgenre: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance Heat Level: Erotic, Intense, Raw, Possesive Tropes: Hate to Love, Obsession & Passion, Runaway Bride, Forced Marriage, Cat and Mouse Chase, Second Chance (I found the cover picture on Pinterest... )

Mafia Dark Romance : ••••••••• she looked back and saw him coming towards her with red blood shoot eyes. She didn't even blink her eyes when he was standing in front of her with her small body pressed to his hard muscular one. A gasp escaped her mouth when he hold the back of her neck and pulled her impossibly closer to him. "Say no to this wedding." He whispered near her lips in a dangerous calm voice. Being scared out of her wits, she shooked her head negatively making his hold more tighter on her waist and nape and pulling her so close that she have to stand on her toe. "I will make your life living hell kitten." He whispered as his lips kept touching hers lightly. "I-I wo-won't." She whispered as tears perked in her eyes. He didnt said anything and kept looking intensily in her eyes. He knew that she isn't even breathing becoz of their proximity and he liked his effects on her. "Be ready then. Just remember you are the one who kept herself in this position. Now there is no going back." Saying this he kissed the corner of her mouth and left her nape. ••••••••••••••• She is cold. He is a burning fire. She is Innocent as dove. He is clever as a fox. She is an adopted. He is the heir. She is the beauty. He is the beast. She is scared of him. He is pissed of her. She loves everyone. He doesn't do love. She submits to everyone. He dominates everyone. Sparks will definitely arise when these two opposite soul will get tangle with each other. What will happen when the ruthless mafia meet an Innocent girl.

He knew my coffee order before we met. He knew my childhood address. He knew what I was afraid of. I thought I came to Chennai for my father's debt. Vikram Arjun Naidu had been waiting for me for eighteen months. The terrifying part isn't that he's a billionaire. Or a crime lord. Or the kind of man entire cities fear. The debt was never the point. I was.

Tara Chakraborty... a simple, Plus size, soft-hearted girl whose heart breaks even at the slightest thing. And Ranveer... a man whose anger, possessiveness, and cold behavior are beyond comprehension. Between them begins a story filled with more pain than love, more misunderstanding than trust, and more control than care. One mistaken suspicion... One false smile... And Kriti's innocent act of ma. king things dirty... All of this turns Tara's life into a living hell in a matter of seconds. Ranveer, the man Tara loved with all her heart... One day, he burns her hands-all because of a misunderstanding. And Tara's heart cries out for just one thing: "I wish I had never seen Ranveer..." But fate has something else in store for them both. After Ranveer learns the truth... will he let Tara distance herself from him o r... will he assert even more authority over her? A story filled with 🔥 jealousy 🔥 betrayal 🔥 intense emotions 🔥 dangerous passion Because sometimes... the person you love the most, hurts you the deepest. . . . . Published 13/30/2025. Reach 20k 12/1/2026. Reach 30k 1/2/2026. Reach 40k 22/2/2026. Reach 50k 16/3/2026.

He bought her hate with a thousand crores. He kept her heart with a gun to her throat and a ring on her finger. Avni Luthra swore she would destroy Riyansh Singhania, the ruthless king of Delhi's underworld-tinted empire, the man who stole the Yamuna riverfront project and crushed her family's legacy beneath his Italian leather shoes. Riyansh Singhania only wanted one thing more than that land: Her. On her knees. Calling him Daddy while she cried his name. When blackmail forces Avni into a marriage forged in vengeance and signed in blood, she thinks she's walking into a cage. She doesn't realize the devil already carved her name into his soul. He is obsession in a three-piece suit. She is wildfire in red lipstick and six-inch heels. Every fight ends with her back against marble and his hand around her throat. Every "I hate you" tastes like "harder, Daddy" on her lips. He will burn cities to keep her. She will burn him right back... until the flames feel like home. A dark, delicious, unapologetically filthy enemies-to-lovers romance set in the glittering, ruthless world of Delhi's billionaire underworld. Possessive anti-hero. Age gap. Forced marriage. Daddy kink. Punishment sex. Touch-her-and-die energy. This is not love. This is ruin. And they're both addicted to the fall. HIS TO RUIN - A Singhania man doesn't fall in love. He takes. And Riyansh Singhania just took everything.

❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞ ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ "Y-you have... n-no right!" I choke out, my voice shaking. "Once my husband finds me-he will kill you! He'll find a way-" "Your husband?" His voice is so low, so calm, like he's enjoying this. "He won't come for you. You know why?" I freeze. My lips part, but no words come. He leans down, bending himself over me. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Because he gave you to me," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. The world tilts. My lungs seize. My heart stops. I can't breathe. "W-What...?" I back away instinctively, but there's nowhere to go. "N-no," I whisper, the words broken. "N-no, that's not true... R-Ranveer wouldn't..." His eyes darken, glinting with dark satisfaction. "He gave you to me, Aadhya," he repeats slowly, savoring each word. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.