Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Devraj Singh Rathore A billionaire and a mafia king, the evil himself. He who kills and torture people until they wish for death. He doesn't believe in love - until her. He is obsessed with her if he could he would mix their souls as one and keep it away from the world where no one can find them. "You're the blood in my veins" ~ Devraj Avni Sharma She is a very innocent girl who believes in kindness, never has she hurt a flying bee in her life. She doesn't know the storm which is coming in her life soon. The obsession she never has seen and the love she never experienced.

#Top 4 in India (02/11/2025) #Top 4 in India in Romance (28/11/25) #Top 4 in India in BillionaireRomance (28/11/25) #Top 4 in India in DesiRomance (29/11/25) #Top 3 in India in Obsession (09/04/26) #Top 3 in India in Babylove (10/04/2026) So before starting the story... I'm gonna say one thing that, it's my 2nd book after One-sided love from childhood... 𝙎𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!! 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝𝙝♡!!! I'm so excited!! Youll want single dad trop book so badly so that's why l'm realising a new yet short book on trope single dad!! So I hope you'll love this book...And i Didn't decided the trops yet😭...i'll inform when 'Il decide the tropes.. And I'll post everything on Wattpad tomorrow♡ ♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥 ♡ DON'T COPY ANYTHING FROM MY BOOK!!⚠️

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

#Top 1 in india (14/19/10/25) #Top 2 in india (13/10/25) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. Abhimann Singhania never thought to marry a girl like Drishti Sinha, who doesn't speak. For him, this marriage is a cold transaction, a responsibility he's ready to ignore. But Drishti, with her quiet defiance and steady resilience, is far from weak. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, their world collides in moments they don't expect: a shared cup of tea, a gaze that lingers too long, a touch that says too much. In the middle of silent nights and simmering storms, Abhimann begins to hear the words Drishti never says. But love isn't enough when secrets hang between them like unsaid promises. Can two people who didn't choose each other find a reason to stay? A story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that grows where no one thought it would. Tropes - -Arranged Marriage -Silent/Non-verbal Female Lead -Emotionally Guarded Male Lead -Forced Proximity -Slow Burn -Simmering Tension -Hidden Past -Misunderstandings |✯ STARTED ON : 9 MARCH 2025 |✯ENDED ON : 27 SEPTEMBER 2025

"Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world begins to unravel. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined that Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when you are desperate you will do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. He didn't just bid, he claimed. I hadn't sold my body instead I had sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to. 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in justreadit 08/02/26 #1 in possessive 15/06/26