Devarsh Rudramaneni (28): He lives in Hyderabad and runs a big clothing business. Most people think he's a total super quiet, serious, and hard to talk to. But at home, he's a big softie who would do anything for his parents and his little brother. His huge secret? He's been crushing on the girl next door for a long time. He's watched her grow up and thinks she's amazing, but he's too shy or stiff to ever tell her how he feels. Sri Nidhi Kancherla (23): She's our main girl and is finishing her engineering degree in Vizag. She is full of life, smart, and always says exactly what's on her mind. She's super close to her parents and her big sister. The only problem? She can't stand Devarsh. She thinks he's a grumpy, arrogant "know-it-all." To her, he's just the annoying neighbor who needs to learn how to smile, and she loves finding ways to get under his skin.

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they mket. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

He wanted a quiet, mature wife. She wanted laughter, freedom... and a little mischief. In a sleepy 1970s village, Sarpanch Devraj was all discipline, strength, and responsibility. At 29 , he believed he knew exactly what he wanted in a wife-a calm, composed partner who would fit seamlessly into his orderly world. Then Meena arrived. Barely 19, full of life, charm, and mischief, she was nothing like he expected-and everything he never knew he needed. Her playful teasing, bright eyes, and unpredictable antics threatened to turn his serious, perfect world upside down. Their arranged marriage was supposed to be simple. Instead, it became a whirlwind of laughter, stolen glances, heated arguments, and quiet moments of unexpected closeness. As sparks fly and boundaries blur, Devraj slowly learns that a wife's true strength isn't in quiet obedience-it's in the chaos, love, and fire she brings to your life.

She never asked for this marriage. He never learned how to love without control. Vasu is fierce, stubborn, and impossible to bend. Vijendra is dominant, angry, and used to getting his way. What starts as a forced bond becomes a battlefield of tempers- a war of stolen glances, sharp words, and a tension neither dares to name. But somewhere between the arguments and the accidental tenderness... something shifts. Something dangerous. Something neither of them planned for. Is it love quietly blooming beneath the chaos- or just fate tying two unwilling hearts tighter with every passing day?

Rudra has loved Nitya since childhood. She also loves her Rudra Bava but is scared of him. Will he be able to marry her without any obstacles, or will he let go of his love due to circumstances? It may be seen as regular story but has its twists and turns....To know, read the story.

His phone buzzed, unable to resist he glanced at the screen --and his breath caught, his composure wavered at the images filled his view as she had sent him her pictures sparked by her friends teasing suggestion. The sight of her was irresistibly alluring. She lay bare, with nothing but a small pillow covering her treasures, her two melons were tantalizingly hidden from view, her delicate fingers grasping them gently. Her other hand rested sensuously on her thigh, the movement of her fingers slow and deliberate . A rush of heat surged through him, and a deep ache settled low in his core as he shifted discreetly. ****** Rudraksh Singh sekhawat was a man forged by fire this name carried weight, respect, and fear. Aarna Thakur was everything Rudraksh was not. Innocent, sheltered, and untouched by the world's harsh realities. Bound my unbreakable vow and someone's wish he found himself marrying a girl 11 years younger . His marriage was a duty, a commitment made out of obligation rather than desire. KathleenNoir Copyright@2024 Mature Content! © All Rights Reserved

A beautiful love story.... Police X Student. DCP Ramachandra X Mythili. Take a look.

"𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲" ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Set in late-1970s. Kavita Chandra is married at eighteen to Vijay Tripathi, a man seven years older than her, chosen by families and tradition. Thrust overnight from schoolbooks into sindoor, Kavita enters a marriage she doesn't understand and a life that leaves little room for choice. just like her name she wanted to become a writer and study in good college. will her dream come true? read to find out.

In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India #3 Indian #4 India # Marriage