Book 1 of 'Royal Elite' series. A dark romance book!!! 🔞🔞 mature, smut, erotic, adult-content "Take it in your mouth" he asked me to take his cock in my mouth and like a good wife I took it and started sucking. "aaahh....ummm.... aise hi aaaahhh. acha lag raha. Do it just like my good little wife." he moaned and it motivated me and i increased the speed and he soon came in my mouth. 'Now swallowed it all"he patted my head. "ji rana ji" i swallowed it all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It contains a lot of smut😏 Book Tropes Age gap Erotic Adult content Mature Shot Smut ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Ahana~No shame...no hesitation, I'm on my knees for my husband who is saint for the world but the greediest sinner for both of us in the closed walls . ________________________________________ Husband ~Trust me little sin , the world and walls nothing to do with it when it's comes to my fixation to keep you near to the every possible bliss and away from the tiniest grief in the world. ________________________________________ Warnings: age gap ✅ Steamy scenes ✅ Mature content ✅ Must Read My dear readers first of all i would like to tell you that this story is the pure work of imagination. Nothing and none mentioned in the book is related to the real world in any ways. All characters are based on my imagination and aren't real. But still many of readers forget that it's a fictional work while reading so kindly keep it in your sense that everything is imagined. Moreover, every costom and ritual mentioned in book is never related to real world cultures entirely. The book has one and only motive which is entertainment. And author never intended to hurt the sentiments of any person or religion and respect every religion. And please be sensable while commenting because hate won't be tolerated in any form. Be respectful to other's opinions. Every opinion is welcomed which would me accurate and suitable and help me to be more skilled in my writing. Furthermore, only +18 agers are suggested to read the book as it may contains triggered and mature content and if you still choose to read the book please....I'm saying please don't comment about your age because of this uselessness I faced a huge trouble. The user will directly blocked.

I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

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