A fanfiction on popular Turkish Drama "Arafta." Will try to alternate some slot with some story angles. Mostly one shots and series of shots.

Priya was lying in her room, half-asleep, wrapped in the silence of the old haveli. Suddenly, she heard a whisper-soft, broken, almost calling her name. "Priya..." Her eyes remained closed, but her heart stumbled in her chest. Again, the voice floated through the darkness. "Priya..." This time, it felt closer-too close. A chill ran down her spine. Before she could move, she felt it- a faint touch on her ankle, cold as midnight wind. Her breathing hitched. Ok The touch slowly glided upward, tracing her skin, rising inch by inch. Fear curled inside her... yet something about the touch felt disturbingly gentle. Her eyes flew open. And with a breath caught between terror and shock, she screamed- "AAAHHHHHHHHH!" @All right reserved So this book is going to be mature, adult 18+ story, and smult

secret meets innocent souls then....👀👄🌚🌚 This book is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters, locations, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictional manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental. The content may include themes, language, and situations intended for adult readers, which some may find sensitive or explicit. Reader discretion is advised. The author and translator do not condone or promote any activities that may be harmful, unlawful, or offensive in real life. Read on your risk 🙏🏻

🔞 Adult Hindi Content ... "Dar lag raha hai?" Aaryan murmured, eyes locked on hers. Meher's breath hitched. She nodded. He smirked. "Accha hai... mujhe wahi chahiye jo darte hue bhi rukti nahi." His hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer. "Main tumhe ch*dunga, rulaunga... pyaar nahi, obsession doonga." Her knees trembled. His thumb brushed her lip. "Tum meri ho, Meher. Ab sirf meri." ... ⚠️ Read at your own risk...

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

Oh Ekansh, please faster, I can't control that feeling please faster.

"House of Desires" In a world without rules, Devraj, his wife Naini, adopted son Arush, and old flame Sandhya create a home where love, lust, and breastfeeding bind them in raw intimacy. Naked truths, shared bodies, and open hearts define their days. When Dev's cousin Pooja falls for Arush, she joins their no-shame sanctuary-only to unknowingly bring danger. Rayan, obsessed with Naini, uses her to snatch Naini away to his glass mansion, where obsession turns into a twisted, possessive love. As Naini faces Rayan's dark hunger, back home, a shy visitor named Raksh stirs new desire with Pooja. This is a tale of broken rules, shared cravings, and a house where love tastes like milk-and no one leaves untouched.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

Lilly, a shy, late-blooming 18 year old virgin, is quite a daddy's girl. Well, step-daddy's girl would be more accurate. As she prepares to move off to college, she's surprised when her step-daddy Max finally returns some of the teasing affection she's tormented him with over the years. What will happen when they unleash years of raw, pent-up sexual tension? Lilly is about to find out! Book 2: The Architecture of Us

It's basically pwp. Smut with subliminal plot. So , read at your own risk. The characters are morally grey. If you are choosing to continue don't expect any moral values. But if you like please drop a star and a comment, it would inspire me to continue.