❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Every generation leaves behind something. The whisper of a scar. A memory. A promise no one remembers making. Suvarna grew up learning how to survive noise. Broken words. Broken plates. And eventually a broken home. She mastered a laughter loud enough to drown it out. Her ink was messy, smudged and yet somehow tasted like the morning after a kalboishakhi storm. Some people are softened by pain. Others become too sharp to save. And what salvages these humans is a medium refusing to flinch at their wound. Aditya was never lost, just divided. Between places. Between names and bloodlines. And a lot of times strangely between the country he grew up in and the country he recently moved to. What was it about this country that called inside him to do something for it? Something Unfinished at that. They weren't strangers when he moved two houses away from her, neither were they acquainted. Just a trail of incomplete ink on yellowed paper. Some people meet by chance. Some by design. Across generations, across timelines, across silences something kept pulling them back to each other because some bonds refuse to end. They wait. And some memories, they don't fade. They linger like faded scars till they find a somewhat familiar skin to cling to.

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

Welcome to an exclusive series that brings together the voices of talented authors who have graced the world of storytelling with their words. In this series of intimate interviews, I have had the privilege of engaging with brilliant minds, each with their unique creative journey, offering insights into the art of writing and the passions that fuel their craft. Through these conversations, we will explore not just their stories, but the very essence of what it means to weave worlds with words, to create characters who linger long after the page is turned, and to discover the inspiration that drives them to write. These authors have captivated hearts, ignited imaginations, and shared their souls through the power of literature, and now, they open up their worlds to you. So join me on this literary journey, where each interview is a window into the heart of a storyteller, each word a reflection of the beauty and magic that only a writer can create.

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

"I will make sure to give you every thousand reason to fall for me, so that you believe that this human is only made for this gorgeous goddess standing over here....." her head snapped towards me. "That means.... Prof. Garvit Singhania is only made for Prof. Sunidha Kashyap." I completed to which her eyes shone in delight after hearing me out. "Humein iss shadi se koi aitraz nahin hai." And here my heart who was throbbing because of fear soon began to do summer sault out of happiness. "And I would also love to write my name with yours." she said merrily, making me my scratch my neck of of shyness as I felt my ears grew hot and red.. ★ ° . *　°　.　°☆ 　. * ★ ° :. ★ ○ ° #1 in book of poems. #15 in best book ever

𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒑,is a rich businessman of the state. His wife Kavya was the only love of his life. He had a crush on her since their college days. Finally he proposed her and they got married. There dream of 'happily ever after' could not come true. They were married for 2 years when Aadya was born and Kavya lost her life while giving her birth. It broke Aarav completely. Now the only source of his survival was his 6 months old daughter, Aadya. It was then when his parents suggested him to marry again. He couldn't help but to marry again for the shake of her beloved daughter. .. ... 𝑯𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a simple girl but unfortunately a widow. Her husband died just after ten days of their wedding due to heart attack. Her in-laws blamed her for her husband's death and she was thrown out of the house. Her parents forced her to marry again and that too with a man who was a father of 6month old daughter. What twists and turn will Aarav's and Hridya's lives take place? Will they ever accept each other?