She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝖝 𝐈𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 "𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 "𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞." She says she hates him for pushing her into a life she never wanted, but her heart reveals the truth every time he's close. Why does he look at her like he has known her forever? Why does her heart feel drawn to someone who should be a stranger? He once promised to leave her alone, but if fate brings her back to him, he will hold on to her so tightly that even death couldn't keep them apart. As she navigates royal politics and his dangerous world, something hidden starts to come to light. It has been locked away for too long. With each step, she gets closer to the truth. Will she find the key that unlocks the lock on his heart? Or will the secrets of their past remain hidden in the dark forever? Only time will tell if some connections can never truly be broken, even as memories fade. Some promises aren't broken, they are just delayed by fate. And it seems fate is ready to knock again. Two stubborn souls clash, neither willing to give in, both destined to fall. Start - 12 June 2025 End -

Book-5 Lord Vishnu says, "In your eyes, I see the reflection of eternity. In your touch, I feel the warmth of a thousand lifetimes." One night was all it took. One mistake. One moment that shouldn't have meant anything-yet somehow, it changed everything. Krish Oberoi, the eldest son of the powerful Oberoi family, he never loses control. His reputation is spotless, his business instincts razor-sharp, and his demeanor so composed, it borders on untouchable. Nothing fazes him-until her. Ira Yadav doesn't believe in fairy tales. As the sole provider for her family, she doesn't have the luxury of chasing dreams, least of all ones that involve a billionaire with a voice like silk and eyes that see far too much. She knows better than to get involved. But, how can she ever avoid her boss? Before, she even realised it. Krish was in her path again, effortless and unreadable as ever, except for one thing: he wants her. And He is not a man who walks away from what he wants. Even if it means reshaping her world into something she never imagined, and his into something even he can't control. - - - "So, let me get this straight-you want me to fake-date you just to keep your board off your back?" "Starting tomorrow, you're mine-on paper, at least. Think you can handle that, Miss Yadav." - - - Author : Lily

⋆ Book 1 of "Love or Escape Series" 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 (an forced marriage saga) ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ Anvika Mehra (24) was supposed to become a bride, but instead she ran away on her wedding day. Not because she didn't know the groom. Not because she loved someone else. But because some marriages don't feel like unions....they feel like cages. Veeransh Raizada (30) never believed in love. He believed in order, reputation, and keeping his word. So when his younger brother's bride vanished on the wedding day, It was humiliation...he felt. And humiliation demands consequences. The wedding that was meant to be simple becomes a turning point. A mistake Anvika thought she could escape. A decision Veeransh refuses to forgive. But the main question...is it really for revenge? or something else is brewing behind those dark chambers. She wanted freedom. He gives her forever. Because running away was easy. Living with the consequences won't be. _________________

Doctor X Teacher He fell first Dark romance obsessed male arrange marriage what will happen when he will get everything what you are imagining just looking at your eyes? 👀 Story Is totally relatable to booktook girls hope all will enjoy the spicy story of Mr and Mrs singhania 🖤🥂. (ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ - ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴘ 42 ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴘ 49 sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ . ɪᴛs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ sᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ᴡɪsᴇ . )