Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content . Strictly 🔞 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

When an innocent girl from village became a caretaker for a lonely billionaire. What will happen, when after all these years alone he finally found solace within her. When he resisted the same girl at first, now he couldn't even think of a day without her. Let's see how the story unfolds and leads to a imperfect love story with obsession and possessiveness. Trops Billionaire × village girl Age gap She fell first × he fell harder Touch her and die Soft only for her She is his healer His only peace

Sylvia was forced to marry someone she didn't want. She thought she'd forever hate him. Only if she knew.

She didn't come to the United States to be noticed. Tara Khanna came with a scholarship, a past she doesn't talk about, and just enough money to survive. Between lectures, part-time work, and sleepless nights, her only goal is simple-stay invisible and make it through. And for a while... she succeeds. Because by day, she's just another quiet student. The girl who sits at the back. The one no one remembers. But Tara has built a life no one sees. A life behind glowing screens and silent code. A life where she earns in ways no one questions. A life where the night belongs to her. Because when the city sleeps... She doesn't. In the underground world of illegal street racing, Tara isn't invisible-she's untouchable. Known by a name no one at the university would ever connect to her, she lives for speed, risk, and the kind of freedom she's never had. Everything is under control. Until it isn't. Because some things can't stay hidden forever. Not from them. Luca Moretti. Ethan Carter. Sebastian Klein. Zane Walker. Four men. Best friends. Untouchable in their own ways. They don't chase. They don't lose. And they don't share. Until her. She was never meant to be seen. Never meant to be known. And she definitely wasn't meant to have all four of them watching her. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And when her worlds begin to collide- between late-night races, hidden codes, and dangerous attention- Tara realizes one thing: She doesn't have to choose. Because they've already decided. They all want her. They're used to winning... but she was never part of the game. This is my first book so please support and be kind 🤍 This is a completely fictional story; all characters and events are imaginary.

ꜱʜᴀᴜʀyᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ (27) is the king's most feared soldier-loyal, lethal, and dangerously charming. Women fall for him easily. He never stays. ᴩʀɪꜱʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀᴠᴀʀᴛɪ (17) is a sheltered princess-soft, innocent, untouched by the world's darkness, protected fiercely by her brother. Her brother takes her with him to his friend's kingdom to find a groom for her. But what happens there is something neither of them could have imagined. Because from the moment he sees Prisha, duty blurs into desire, protection turns into possession, and trust becomes a quiet, dangerous bond. She believes in him without fear. He claims her without asking. And in a game where love is forbidden- Shaurya Rathore never plays without a plan. ___ This story is not like an ordinary story; it's very erotic. Many people might judge it after reading it, but this story was written purely for entertainment purposes, so please don't take it too seriously and just enjoy it. Theme - dark, mature, erotica, forbidden.

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).

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 🙏🏻

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.