Kaushiki finds herself in a deeply unusual situation when Mrs. Mukherjee, makes an unexpected request. Kaushiki, the daughter of a driver who once worked for the wealthy Mukherjee family in Kolkata, the owners of a prestigious bank, had grown up around their kindness. The family had always been generous to their staff, especially when Kaushiki's father fell ill. They provided financial support until she could secure a job of her own. Now a preschool teacher, Kaushiki still received occasional funds from Mrs. Mukherjee as extra support. Deeply grateful, her reverence for the Mukherjee family knew no bounds. One day, Mrs. Mukherjee called Kaushiki to share a delicate matter: her elder son, now the chairman of the bank and married to the daughter of a renowned jewellery brand owner, was unable to have children. He needed a surrogate mother. Wishing for someone known and trusted, Mrs. Mukherjee turned to Kaushiki. Indebted and unable to refuse, Kaushiki agreed but the challenge weighed heavily on her. The man she was meant to bear a child for was none other than Nirvaan Mukherjee, her long-time and unrequited crush. Or perhaps it wasn't truly one-sided because there was one girl who had never left the heart of the great chairman Nirvaan Mukherjee: the young daughter of the driver he used to play with as a child. Follow the extraordinary journey of Kaushiki and Nirvaan as they navigate family, duty and the complexities of love.

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

Arjun, the ruthless and wealthy Mafia boss, ruled Mumbai with an iron fist. Everyone in his path feared him, but little did they know, he had a hidden vulnerability - a secret desire for a woman who challenged him at every step. Enter Ishani, a fierce and independent woman with a strong moral compass. Their worlds collide in a dangerous game of power, passion, and betrayal. Will their love survive the treacherous path of the underworld? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arjun Malhotra The 31-year-old handsome and Head of The Syndicate, an alliance formed among mafia leaders across different parts of India. He is known for his unwavering determination and cutthroat business practices. Arjun has no patience for love or marriage, as he believes they are weaknesses that lead to downfall. His experience has taught him that trust and loyalty are the only constants in his world. With his charming looks and gazillionaire status, Arjun commands respect and fear wherever he goes. Ishani Chavan 25-year-old sunshine middle-class girl next door with a loving family. All her life she has kept her moral compass pointing true north. Growing up she has always dreamed of having an epic love story just like Aditya-Geet, Bunny-Naina, and refuses to settle for less, even if she has never had a boyfriend in her 25 years of existence. She loves her family the most, she can do anything for them. She's currently working as a Software engineer at an MNC in Mumbai, while her family lives back home in Goa. She tends to help everyone she sees in trouble, let us see where will that lead her to.

Cursed Curiosities Collection #4 - |Police X Criminal| "You spilled blood for your pain, little perp," He growls, thumb dragging up my throat. "I'll spill worlds for your peace. But this-" His thick cock jackhammers into my trembling entrance, "-this is where you pay. On my cock. In my grip. With my cum shoved so deep inside you, you'll walk around leaking my seed for days." ••• What happens when the prey hunts, and the predator wants to be found? Commissioner Abhimanyu Raichand comes to Mumbai with one objective: track down the ghost executing the city's wealthiest men, catch him, then arrest him. Easy, right? Wrong. Twenty-five-year-old Khushi Patel is a petty thief with quick fingers, quicker lies, and a past soaked in blood. She never imagined she'd catch the eye of the man who hunts monsters for a living. She definitely never imagined he'd become obsessed. For Abhimanyu, the first stare is enough to fuse his violence with her scars, and suddenly the city stops mattering. What he doesn't know is that Khushi has already begun her own silent war. Four men are dead. More will fall. And the monster he is sworn to catch is the girl he cannot stop wanting. For her, he will betray his badge, dirty his hands, and step willingly into the dark. All in the name of his little perp. ••• Available with English translations. All kinds of media used in this book belong to their legitimate owners. ••• ⚠ 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. •••

"I don't need a wife. I need the 51% stake in my company." Advik Singhania is the Prince of Mumbai. Ruthless, arrogant, and dangerously handsome, he rules the corporate world with an iron fist. He doesn't believe in love; he believes in profit margins. But when his grandfather threatens to strip him of his CEO title unless he marries, Advik is forced to sign the one contract he can't negotiate. Ishaani Verma is sunshine trapped in a storm. With her father's business crumbling and debt collectors knocking on their door, she is desperate to save her family from ruin. She dreams of a fairytale romance, but life hands her a business deal instead. He needs an heir. She needs a savior. Their union is a simple transaction: He pays her father's debts. She wears his ring for one year. Rule #1: No falling in love. But what happens when the innocent middle-class girl moves into the billionaire's cold, empty mansion? As lines blur between duty and desire, Advik realizes that some assets are priceless, and Ishaani learns that even a heart of stone can be set on fire. A marriage of convenience. A war of egos. One unchangeable vow. Will their story remain a transaction, or will they pay the price with their hearts?

Title: The Devil of Mumbai In a city where power is bought with blood and silence, Veer Pratap Rathore is a name people fear. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. Anaya never wanted his world. But when her father's debt becomes her burden, she is forced into a marriage she never chose. She is his price. He is her nightmare. Married to a man who rules Mumbai's underworld, Anaya must survive a life filled with secrets, rules, and danger. Veer is feared by everyone-but behind his silence hides a man with his own scars. This is not a love story built on flowers and promises. It is a dark bond created by fate, power, and slow-burning obsession. Will fear turn into trust? Will hatred turn into love? Or will this marriage destroy them both? --- ⚠️ Note for Readers This story contains dark romance themes, mature emotions, and intense situations. Reader discretion advised.

what happens when two bestfriend are tied in knot with two Agnihotri brothers who are are dangerous and fierce mafia for Underworld and CEOs of their respective companies..... let's see what happens one of them are arranged by parents and the other are forced due to circumstances.... let's decode what happens when age gap is gapping , height difference is differencing...🤌🏻 PRISHA X DEVARSH and ANIKA X DEVANSH

Vanshika Chauhan: "I wish you loved me as much as I love you." Shivansh Nimavat: " You have to hate me cause love isn't for us." __________________________________________________________________________________ "Hello... S-Shiv, I need... your help...," she typed with trembling fingers, her breaths shallow and uneven. Her hands were shaking so violently that the letters blurred on the screen, smeared further by the tears that wouldn't stop falling. She stared at the message, hoping-praying-for a response. And then it came: "I'm busy." Two cold, careless words. Her heart shattered. Still, desperation overpowered pride. She kept begging him to talk, to just listen. She tried calling him, fingers fumbling as she dialed, only to hear the abrupt silence of a call being declined. Her lips quivered as she tried to form the next message. "Shiv... please pick u-"Before she could even hit send, the screen flashed with those three words that felt like a death sentence: "You can't message this person anymore." Blocked. Just like that. __________________________________________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story explores deeply emotional and sensitive topics, including family abuse, sexual violence (including rape), emotional trauma, panic attacks, and abandonment. These themes are portrayed with the intention of shedding light on real-life struggles, but they may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and prioritize your mental and emotional well-being. If you are in a vulnerable state or unsure, consider skipping certain chapters or seeking support as needed. ________________________________________________________________________________ An original novel by @sparkle_heart_122 Don't try to copy even a little thing!! ❌️

Hello Pearls !!! I am introducing my first Book '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹જ⁀➴ RAHASYA: A saga of love and war. Rihansh × Akriti "You knew the truth from the start," she whispered, tears trembling in her eyes. "You cheated me, Rihansh... you played with my feelings!" Akriti's voice cracked as she tried to hold back the storm within her, a broken smile curling on her lips. Rihansh looked at her, unfazed. "It was always part of my plan, Akriti," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "You fell into my trap... and that was your first mistake." He smirked, cruel and satisfied. Her eyes burned not just with pain, but with betrayal. "You played so well, Mr. Rathore... You didn't just destroy me - you killed Akriti Verma." Her voice dropped to a whisper, trembling with fury. "I will never forgive you... never." And with that, she closed her eyes shutting the world out, but etching his betrayal into her soul forever. Siddharth × Kavya "You thought I would love you?" She let out a cold laugh, eyes empty, voice sharp like a blade. "Never." Her heels clicked slowly against the floor as she stepped closer, the gun now firmly pointed at his forehead. "Tch tch... I'm Kavya Malhotra." She smirked, tilting her head. "Kavya. How could you ever think someone like me could love someone like you?" His voice cracked, eyes glistening with disbelief. "You're not her... You're not the woman I loved. You can't do this... This isn't you." And then- Boom. This is not a story of fairy tales. This is not a story of perfect endings. This is a story of Rahasya- Where every truth is a blade, and every heartbeat may be the last.

"You disgust me." "Funny, you're the one living off my money, paying with your body. Don't talk to me about disgust." Her chest tightened as his words sank in, sharp as knives. "Have some shame" she tried to form a response...trying to save a little dignity she had . "Like you have left any ?" he murmured, his voice like smoke , as he stared down at her lying beneath him with no clothes . There's no escaping -no running from the fire they've started. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is my original creation. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of it without explicit written permission. Plagiarism or unauthorized use of this content is strictly prohibited and may lead to action. Let's respect each other's creativity. Thank you for understanding. A Gentle Note for New Readers 🌿 Some moments are best experienced firsthand - not through a comment or a message thread. There might be spoilers tucked away in the message board or replies. If you're just starting the story, maybe tiptoe around those for now ✨ Let the story unfold the way it was meant to - one surprise at a time ♡ 1st in #heavy-angst 6th in #forcedmarriage 7th in #abusivehusband 28th in #angst 26th in #desi