"Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His voice dropped to a growl. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers slid up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips almost touching mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel. My knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile turned wicked. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped in, heat swallowing my space. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." He stalked closer like a man who already owned my fate. "Sign it. By tonight." A brush of his lips against my cheek. Deadly. Soft. Claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ---

Grumpy×sunshine Slow burn She fell first but he fell harder Past trauma Touch her and die

ABHAY ♡ DEVIKA He was duty-bound to his family. She was bound by her own heart. In a world of power and betrayal, could love ever be enough? Abhay Singh Oberoi-cold, ruthless, and the heir to a business empire he refuses to inherit. He has spent his life proving he is not his father's puppet, building his own kingdom from the ground up. Love? It was never part of his plan. Devika Mittal-an IAS officer and the princess of Jaipur. Fiercely independent, she believes in duty above all. When scandal forces her into a storm of media frenzy, she finds herself tangled with a man who embodies everything she stands against. Their worlds collide in a battle of wills, pride, and an undeniable attraction neither of them wants to admit. But when past wounds resurface and dark secrets threaten to break them, will they fight for love, or will duty tear them apart? A tale of passion and a love written in fire-because some hearts are bound not by choice, but by fate. Start : 27/12/2024 End :

कि हो ना जाए प्यार तुम से मुझे कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क़ मुझे हो ना जाए प्यार तुम से मुझे बेहद-बेशुमार तुम से | ✨🌼 A reverse harem with soft romance... Not every love story is born out of desire, and not every harem is built on lust. Some harems are about true love - where she may hate them at first, but they love her to death. In this story, four mafia rivals fall for the same girl at different times, each determined to make her theirs. They face countless challenges together. At first, she hates them, but witnessing their love and relentless efforts, she finally gives in - and becomes theirs - only theirs. To them, she is a goddess, someone they worship forever. But in a world like theirs, does "forever" truly exist? ****** Few chapters are little boring but after chapter 9, it gets interesting .... ****** 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 15|05|25 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧:

He was everything she wanted and she was everything he was running from. Crush, that's what Amelia thought she had on her Brother's best friend but she couldn't do anything about it as he was 11 years older than her and most importantly married to a bitch. But now five years later, he is all alone in her hometown, Manhattan. He is not married anymore but he is still a decade older than her and in a way forbidden to her. But does she care? Absolutely not. He is not the same man she knew five years ago, he is the man whose shadow is enough to haunt people's entire existence. He is what we call a devil in disguise, feared by even the gods per say. Bound by his own demons he is trying nothing but to live his life without any sight of love but that's impossible when a little girl, who lives and breathes in love and kindness, wants to bring light to his dark world. But at the end of the day it's darkness which overpowers the light. She wanted to fix him and now he wants to ruin her and make her his possession, and nothing in the world has the power to change what the devil wants in his destiny. She knew he was dangerous the moment her beautiful forest green orbs met his dark and lifeless onyx ones and yet let him in. She knew it would be dangerous to go near him. But danger was what she attracted, and now she was all his to break and there's nothing that can stop him from doing that. Because after all "𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤."

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "Don't start something you can't finish, Reva", his eyes dangerously roamed all over my body "Are you scared to loose control, Nico", I knew what I was getting myself into, but the adrenaline running in veins tempted me to see the beast unleash. "Undress, Sit on the chair and Open Your Legs wide for me" 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 What can a Random Kiss with a stranger possibly do? Make you feel good? Maybe. Change your life? Probably. But what happens when a simple kiss turns into a dirty scandal? Reva Raichand, a Beauty with a hint of Bitch, who have the whole Bollywood industry in her chokehold. She is a badass who can do anything to get what she wants but one thing she never saw coming was Nicolas Enzo Moretti, who came to India from Italy just to achieve his dream project. But What happens when Reva pins him to his car and kisses him in front of everyone on his very first day in India? What could possibly go wrong? One kiss. And the scenarios of their life turned upside down. She started it and now he was going to end it.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. Arhaan Carson, a man no less than a monster, a ruthless Psychopath, who has never known love until that one night... When he spies on a girl crying in one of his clubs, something within him ignites a deep, consuming obsession. He has never felt like this before, for the first time someone's tears affected him and for the first time he wanted to do something for someone other than himself. He is obsessed, he's addicted. Without any second thoughts he takes her back to his house and showers her with the love and attention she's never had, but the next morning she disappears without a trace. Despite his best efforts, he cannot find her again. Finally, a year later, he finds her again. And this time, she's married. But.. He doesn't care. He's going to make her his. If not willingly then by force. He will do anything to make her his, even if he has to paint her as the villain. The woman he loves is just about to find out how it feels to be chosen by the Villain.

𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙚 (𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚)

Anvika Mittal x Ekansh Sinha 🖤 Driven by a burning desire to rid the world of crime, Anvika enters the treacherous underworld, only to be consumed by its shadows. In a heartbreaking twist, she falls for the very monster she vowed to destroy, trapped in a deadly dance with the greatest sinner of them all. Will she succumb to the devil's grasp, or will her principles prevail over her desires?

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?