He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026

⚠️Mature Content (18+) | Dark Romance | Mafia | Age Gap | Contract Marriage | Obsession | Possessive Hero | Spicy | Suspense | Sexy | Mature | Alpha Male | Morally Grey Hero | Anti-Hero | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Russian Mafia | College Girl "Run all you want, Kitten... I like catching." There was a smile on his lips... But only obsession in his eyes. The world knows him as Daksh Singhania (DKS). Russia's biggest superstar. Hollywood's most desired actor. Millions of women are crazy about him, dreaming of nothing more than a single smile. To the world, he is charming, flirtatious, and the definition of perfection. But behind the flashing cameras lies another identity. In the underworld, he is known as Aaris-a 35-year-old ruthless Mafia King who has never shown mercy to anyone. On the other side is Aashi Verma, a 20-year-old medical student. She has only one dream-to become a doctor and secure a better future for the children of her orphanage. For them, she is willing to sacrifice everything... And that becomes her greatest weakness. One contract. One signature. And her entire life changes forever. To Daksh, Aashi is not just another girl. She is his Kitten. His obsession is so dangerous that he cannot tolerate anyone looking at her, talking to her, or even standing close to her. In his world... Only he has the right to claim Aashi. Is this merely a contract... Or the beginning of an obsession so consuming that every line between love and madness will be shattered? Read to find out... 🖤

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

He carried the world on his shoulders, but forgot how to hold her hand. For Zayed, love meant keeping the world's ugliest burdens a secret so his family could live in the light. For Ayla, his silence felt like a slow, freezing rejection. Trapped between a demanding mother-in-law and a husband who treats her like a stranger, a heartbroken Ayla packs her bags and flees, desperate to find peace for her little girls and her unborn child. Stripped of his corporate crown and left with nothing but a hollow house and a faded note, Zayed realizes his greatest failure wasn't a lack of loyalty, but a lack of vulnerability. A deeply moving story of hidden sacrifices, shattered trust, and the beautiful, agonizing journey of a man learning to speak his love out loud for the very first time.

She is a small-town girl with stars in her eyes and dreams too big for the world she had grown up in. She wants to see the world, live freely, and write her own destiny. She is innocent and naive, but stronger than the suffering that tries to break her. One day, she will walk away from the life destiny has forced upon her and live on her own terms. And on that day, she will no longer be his surrogate...she will be just herself, a girl who never stopped chasing the stars.

Ratna Pradhan had spent her entire life studying the forgotten queens, bloodstained wars, and buried secrets of Indian history. A brilliant historian obsessed with the 10th century, she never imagined that one ancient manuscript would become the reason she vanished from her own time forever. Thrown into a world of warring dynasties, political conspiracies, and royal traditions, Ratna finds herself trapped in an era where survival is far more dangerous than any history book ever described. With no way back to the modern world, she is forced to hide her true identity while navigating the ruthless politics of five powerful kings-each ruling a different kingdom, each carrying ambitions sharp enough to destroy empires. But fate binds her to all five rulers through an impossible marriage alliance meant to prevent a catastrophic war across Bharatvarsha. One king sees her as a divine omen. One desires her intelligence. One mistrusts her mysterious knowledge. One slowly falls in love with her fire. And one hides secrets darker than the battlefield itself. As Ratna struggles between destiny and duty, she realizes history is not fixed-it bleeds, changes, and demands sacrifice. Torn between five crowns, dangerous love, and the burden of knowing the future, she must decide whether to rewrite history... or become the legend historians would one day mourn and worship alike.

NEHA NANDA x VARDAAN RATHORE Teaser: "I hate you already, Mr Rathore. Don't make me hate you more. I will forget everything you've done to betray me if you let me and my father go." His head tilts in that dangerous, deranged way as a smirk I've never really seen makes its way to his cold lips. "Escape me, wife? That desperate to leave your husband without meeting him one last time?" My hands tremble and lower lip quivers because his words, his face, his eyes, his whole existence is itching on my rage and belief. I trusted him. I trusted him. I trusted this man right in front of me and I should've known Men can never be trusted. Atleast not the Politicial tyrants who sits in the Indian Parliament, politicians who walks and talks with humbleness, politicians who wear white collared kurtas and manipulates like the Machiavelli himself. I do what I should've done long before instead of giving him a control on my heart and body. I retrieve my webley pistol and point it in his direction. He still has the fucking audacity to walk towards me, say the manipulative words I was expecting, "Worth the gift, doll. You- holding my gifted pistol, should I kneel for the honour?" My jaw grits so hard and tighter, "I told you, I will kill you if I see you again." "You want to kill all of me? By all means. Whatever my pretty wife wants." He smiles. * * * She was forced to marry a decade old politician. He willingly married the woman, who was predestined to be his wife. Their union was inevitable. Her motive was clear, Revenge. For all the misconceptions that destroyed her family seven years ago. And for all the misconceptions that might lead to her destruction as well. * * * (Access early chapters on stck: author_july04) DIVINE SERIES BOOK ONE INTERCONNECTED STANDALONES

In the chaos of Mumbai's Colaba streets, a luxury black Bugatti stopped right in the middle of the market, scattering vendors and honking rickshaws. Out stepped Alessandro Moretti - Italy's most feared mafia don, dressed in a white shirt rolled to his elbows, tattoos crawling up his veins like sin itself. He was in India for blood, not love. But then, she crashed into him - literally - holding a bucket of marigolds and muttering something in Hindi that made him forget how to breathe. Her eyes were fire. Her mouth, a war he was ready to lose. And when she yelled at him for blocking traffic, Alessandro, the man who made empires burn, only smirked and whispered - "Bellissima... I think I just found my chaos." From that day, he didn't care about borders, bullets, or business wars. He cared only about her - the stubborn Indian girl who hated men like him and made his criminal empire tremble with one look. Because love was never meant to be this messy. But neither was the mafia.

"For the families we find along the way. And for the little miracles who teach us that love often arrives when we least expect it." -------------------------- Aastha Sharma is a single mother, trying to survive in a world that never seems to give her a break. Her six-month-old son, Vihaan, is her everything, the reason she keeps going, the reason she dares to hope. Life has taught her to be strong, soft-spoken, and endlessly resilient, but even her courage has its limits. Hriday Patil is a rising politician with a heart that refuses to bend to the corruption, arrogance, and cruelty of his powerful family. Stern yet compassionate, he dreams of using his influence to change the world but nothing could prepare him for the way one determined woman and her little boy could change him. When their lives intertwine, love, duty, and loyalty clash. Aastha must navigate the treacherous waters of a family that believes power is everything, while Hriday struggles to protect the woman he cares for against his own blood. With Vihaan as their fragile bridge, they must decide if love is worth risking everything for, or if some battles are just too impossible to win. Read to know about them!! And join their journey!!