She was his brother's bride... and he was everything she wasn't supposed to want. Alone in a house that felt cold and distant, Ananya never expected to feel heat, fire, and desire from the man she should've only called "brother-in-law." But Kabir... he didn't wait for permission. One stormy night, one stolen moment, and everything changed. "Ananya... if I kiss you once, I won't be able to stop." *"Kabir... we shouldn't..." she whispered, breathless. "I don't care. You're mine, and I'll claim you tonight." Forbidden touches, lingering glances, and a fire that neither could resist-this is a story of love, lust, and a temptation too strong to deny. A taboo romance with heart-pounding passion, stolen nights, and desire that refuses to stay hidden. Dare to indulge.

He's cold steel and silent storms. A ruler behind shadows. Heartless. Merciless. Unreachable. And he never loses control....until her. She's fire in human form. Too soft for his world. Too brave for her own good. She wasn't supposed to look at him like that. Wasn't supposed to talk back. Wasn't supposed to matter. But now? She's his favorite sin. His secret obsession. His breaking point. He wants to ruin her innocence. Wrap his darkness around her light. And burn every rule he's ever lived by...Just to keep her close. Even if it means becoming the monster she should've feared. "You don't belong in my world, little fire." "Then stop pulling me into yours." A love born from chaos. A desire too dangerous to survive. He's ready to burn the world down to claim the only thing that ever made him feel.

"She was the innocent bride the world admired... and the devil queen the underworld feared".

Reyansh Malhotra doesn't ask. He takes. The ruthless mafia king with a short fuse and a bloodstained throne, he's feared across the city - until one stolen moment in a dim basement cage halts his world. She wasn't meant to be there. She wasn't meant to survive. And she definitely wasn't meant to slap him. Ira Sharma is a quiet first-year psychology student - thoughtful, composed, and nothing like the desperate women he's used to owning. Trapped in his world by fate, she doesn't flinch when others tremble. She reads his silence like a book and challenges his rage with calm defiance. "There are men who do not beg. And there are women who make them." But Reyansh is a man forged in violence - and Ira, a girl haunted by her own secrets. As their worlds collide in a twisted dance of danger, desire, and slow-burning obsession, lines blur between protector and predator, prisoner and queen. And it all starts with a man who was never meant to be tempted. In a world ruled by power, she becomes his only weakness. But can calm ever survive the fire? It's more of a love story than a mafia story. Cover By: Krishnasakhii02

Everyone thought college would be freedom. For some girls, it became a war zone. One hides bruises under her bridal bangles. One runs faster every night, but fear still finds her. One smiles on magazine covers while dying behind closed doors. Welcome to a campus where every girl has a secret. Where trauma hides behind class notes and hostel bedsheets. This isn't about love triangles and prom nights. This is about survival, silence, and girls who refuse to break.

Jaxiel-her hot, married neighbor. Yes, she bought him. For a night. From his wife. "He's all yours," Livia said, tossing her curls like a bored queen. Heavily pregnant and smug, she strutted out of the bedroom like a proud pimp, not looking back. The door clicked shut. Silence. "This isn't the first time, is it?" Starr asked, her eyes locked on the shirtless man standing in front of her. His jeans hung loose on his hips, belt already undone. "No," Jaxiel said simply, a bitter laugh following his answer. He stepped closer-close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hand slid between her thighs, slow and certain, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her panties. "You're wet already?" She didn't respond. "Do you really like it?" she asked instead, voice steady, detached. That question stopped him. He blinked, like no one had ever dared ask him that before. Because no one had. Not Livia. Not the women. Not even himself. He didn't answer either. Then-he kissed her. No warning. No build-up. Just mouth on mouth, breath on breath. His fingers slipped past the fabric, inside her. She gasped against his lips, but didn't pull away. He explored her with slow, aching strokes-like he was trying to forget who he was. Who she was. What this was. For the first time, he wasn't just being used. And for the first time, she didn't feel like using.

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled. Jiya (voice low, teasing): "You always touch me like you own me." Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear); "That's because you let me. Every damn time." Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat); "Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am." Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh): "Then let me make you forget everything... except me." Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching): "You already have." lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall): "Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart." Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him): "You're dangerous, Ishan." Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her): "And you're mine." Ishan (voice dark and possessive): "Tell me how much you want me, baby?" Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling): "Ishan... please... I can't..." Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear): "Let go. I'm here. No holding back." Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her); "Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..." Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves): "Scream my name. Show me you're mine."

Yes, you read that correctly-this is a story about people who worship d*cks. And a girl with no memory trapped in their world.

Four hearts. Two couples. One unforgettable story. 🌸🌸 Rudraaksh × Heer - CM × Dancer. Calm meets chaos. He fell first, she fell harder. Sweet, soft love with a dangerously obsessive edge. Touch her and he'll destroy everything. 🌸🌸 Reyansh × Meher - CEO × Singer. Chaotic meets chaotic. A bike racer with a ruthless heart, and a bold girl who gives him a reason to burn brighter. Touch her, and he'll end you. This isn't your usual love story. It's sweet yet dark. Romantic yet ruthless. Two men who'd ruin the world for their women. Two women who set their worlds on fire. 🎀🌸