a series of oneshots alot of these have lots of teasing, foreplay and buildup cus that's the way i like it if u like that too then read on

🔥 One mistake made Rathores pay the price which was their greatest defeat... They failed to protect their loved one... A girl - twelve year old whose fate ruined her and her belief. Belief on love, family, kindness, pure heart... She was forced to to give her life but her destiny had other plans for her. Daughter of the Rathores who was forgotten by now, but still, there were some fragments for her memories which never let them forget her. ⚡ . . . . . . . . Once princess for everyone was now a past... Once life of everyone was now an unforgettable force... Everyone thought that the story ended years ago with her... Death... But no... She was preparing, in the dark shadows of her past, which never let her rest, let her forget... And now she is back like a force... unyeilding, unapologetic, fierce, and most importantly... Carrying a storm within her, which is ready to swallow everything if challenged or stopped... With grace as well as fire in her eyes.

Its a smut book. Read at your own risk.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

THIS STORY CONTAIN EXPLICIT MATURE SCENES [18+] #1 in mature audiance The day Vivansh Raghuvanshi returns from abroad, he doesn't come back as the man she remembers. And when his eyes find hers in a crowded room... the world doesn't move. "Three years," he says quietly, stepping closer-too close. "I gave you time. Space." His gaze darkens, dragging over her like a silent claim. "Now I take what's mine." He doesn't chase her. He controls the distance. He doesn't ask. He decides. And the most terrifying part? Every path she takes... somehow leads back to him. And somewhere in the future- She stands in front of him, draped in silk, her pulse unsteady under his gaze. His voice is low. Calm. Final. "Remove it, Avni." A pause. A breath. "Let me see... what belongs to me." she remove clothes , he don't touch her and say "now come to me , sit on my lap" she nervous but sit, he says "now feed me.." This is not romantic love story.. It's a slow descent into something darker- where obsession wears the face of devotion... ...and escape may have never been an option. He didn't fall for her. He chose her. Long before she ever knew his name. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mature themes explicit sexual content Marriage trope Frequent intimate scenes between married partners Strong language / profanity Emotional intensity, possessiveness, and jealousy Power dynamics within a relationship Potential toxic or unhealthy relationship behaviors Arguments, conflict, and emotional distress

This is a story of a 21 year old girl Smriti, who lost her parents in a tragic accident and is sold to a brothel by her relatives. In the brothel she catches the eye of village mukhiya, 30 years old Raghuvendra Thakur, becoming his obsession. This story contains heavy smut, so do not read if you're uncomfortable.

He was never supposed to be mine. Three years older. My best friend's brother. Off-limits in every possible way. But Ansh Raizada wasn't just anyone - He was obsession dressed as charm. Silence wrapped in control. And I wanted him to lose it... for me. I saw the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a child anymore - and I was done playing innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a slow burn set on fire. He says I shouldn't want him. But I already do. And I don't believe in stopping. This time, I'm not waiting to be chosen - I'm claiming him. Rank #3 in Romance on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #3 in India on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #2 in New Adult on 21/03/2026🥈

Synopsis: In a land ruled by power and fear, three brothers stand tall above all - ruthless, cunning, and untouchable. They command armies, control governments, and bend laws to their will. For them, love is a weakness: an illusion exploited by fools. Their creed: "Power conquers; emotions betray." But when they fall in love with their soul mate. Love becomes both their greatest weakness and their ultimate test, forcing them to choose between the empire they crave and the hearts that could finally set them free. Reading the journey of the brothers who want to rule the world.... What happens, when they collide with their soulmate ❤️❤️

His voice was hoarse as he whispered against my ear, "Shh, love. Stop being so irresistible. I want to give you something." He pulled his fingers out of my pants, leaving me empty and frustrated. My eyes snapped to his instantly, a soft whimper escaping my lips. He took out a small, velvet box from his pocket, holding it out to me silently. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to reveal a pair of delicate gold anklets, tiny diamonds and rubies scattered along the chain. I looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled softly, taking my left foot gently in his hand. He wrapped one anklet around my left ankle, securing it with a gentle click. Then he picked up my right foot, his touch reverent. "Fuck, love," he murmured, "You look even more beautiful with these." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my left ankle, right above the anklet. I gasped, he smiled against my skin before kissing my right ankle as well. "Perfect." he whispered. ⚬──────────✧──────────⚬ Aarohi Arora, a soft-spoken, seemingly fragile girl with quiet strength buried deep within her. She carries the unhealed wounds of her mother's death and the weight of her own father's resentment, learning early that love often comes with conditions. Dhruv Malhotra, a man forged in power and darkness. Cold-hearted, arrogant, and ruthlessly feared, he rules both boardrooms and blood-soaked shadows without mercy. Haunted by the brutal loss of his sister, guilt has hardened him into someone who destroys before he can feel. A wedding with no answers. A bond neither of them chose. Thrown into a mansion ruled by control and shadows, she becomes the wife he refuses to accept and the truth he can't ignore. In his eyes, she's a lie. In hers, he's a storm she never learned how to survive. AAROHI x DHRUV Book one in the burnt crown series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE)

Once, their families were bound by trust. Now, they're divided by blood. Reyansh Shergill, heir to a ruthless mafia empire, and Amaira Raichand, the golden-hearted doctor. They both were childhood sweethearts but something turned their cute bond into hatred. 18 years they've been away from each other, The past burned their bond to ashes, and hatred filled what love had left behind. But when Amaira's brother dared to run away with Reyansh's only sister, the final spark was lit. For revenge, Reyansh did the unthinkable thing......he married Amaira. Not for love, but for Revenge. And Amaira? Did she wanted it? Maybe yes or Maybe No. Dive into the story to witness how their bond turns from 'Childhood sweetheart to Enemies to Lovers'