People say eyes are the way to one's soul. Eyes reveal one's true feelings. His eyes were filled with lust as he watched her lying naked over the black silk sheets of his bed. She was lying on his bed, her breast went up and down with her breathing. It was a turn on. He was stunned by her gorgeousness. She was crying with her brown curls scattered open and clutching the silk sheets tightly in her fists. The scene in front of him was nothing lesser than a beautiful painting. Exquisite. Wearing the condom over his manhood he was ready to claim her. With fear in her orbs she looked at him and between her sobs she tried to say, "S-t-o-p" However, he chuckled at her pathetic attempt of saving her dignity and said, "You will enjoy it," and with that he entered inside her, ripping off a loud scream of pain out of her mouth. ...

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

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book Two of The 'Secrets Duology' | ( Updates come faster on Scrollstack.) *** Mahadevan and Hinduja now stand at the foothills of the very mountain they must climb to get hold of the coin before it goes for a final toss. Remnants of fog still cling stubbornly to the air. And rain has become an ever-present companion now. Washing out everything in its wake. The dark green woods seem more dense than before, and the masks? Darker than ever. Yet the illusions remain the same. And amidst all this, there lay a few paramount questions alone- Who's the illusion? Who's not? And, Who's the illusionist? Who's not? And to answer these questions, there's one supreme task above all-to unearth all sides of that decades-old coin before the final toss and before the exodus of the darkest dawn. *** Note: With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient. | COMPLETED ✔ |

Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.

Anvika Mehta was everything a perfect daughter should be-calm, composed, and bound by honor. But behind the mask of tradition and grace hid a truth only whispered in the shadows. She was an assassin. She was the Devil. Feared across the underworld, Anvika moved in silence and killed without mercy-until the day she met Dominic Zaharov He was wrath made flesh. The cold-blooded king of the Bratva, wrapped in cruelty, carved from violence. A man who didn't ask. He took. Feared by many. Bowed to by all. And when Anvika crossed his path, he didn't flinch-he stabbed her, claiming her as his. What began as bloodshed ended with a ring on her finger. Now, she's bound to him in an arranged marriage that feels more like a war zone than a union. To the world, she's the Bratva's trophy wife. To Dominic, she's a possession-beautiful, dangerous, and his. But Anvika doesn't break. She doesn't bow. And she certainly doesn't forget. She's a ticking time bomb-planning his death with every breath she takes, but Dominic didn't become king by being merciful. He knows exactly what she is... and he craves the challenge. He doesn't want her love. He wants her surrender. She's not the woman he expected. He's not the monster she feared. And in the heart of their twisted bond, something far more lethal brews. Because when a devil and a king go to war... hell isn't big enough for both of them.

AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love. "Just because you are my wife and we share a bed doesn't mean I'll be telling you every small detail of my day or life with you. Don't try to put your nose in my business I hate it. " -𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "Next time you dare to threaten or scream at me, remember that I can give you plenty of reasons to scream my name, sweetheart," - 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 "I don't care brother or not ;if anyone dares to harm my wife shall face the strength of the Raghuvanshi name.As your husband be damned if I stand idly by when someone inflicts pain upon you" -𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 No matter how hard you try to shut love out, it always finds a way back in. Will the Raghuvanshi brothers open their hearts or keep running from it? ❝ Tangled threads ❞ is saga of love, loyalty, Revenge and the consequences.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

"𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩" In "The devil's darling," the lives of Darshik and Saanvi collide in a whirlwind of fate , attraction and turmoil. Will she be able to break through his walls, or will she become another victim of his reckless nature? This story explores the complexities of love, the battle between desire and self-preservation, and the journey of two souls navigating the fine line between passion and poison. Join us on this tumultuous ride as we delve into the depths of toxicity, power , violence ,an extreme obsession and the transformative power of vulnerability and may be..... just may be Love???? Beware It's a violent story....with no morals or ethics!!