There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. When a single person was enough to make the world feel... whole. But that was before betrayal. Before the woman he trusted chose to break him instead. Love didn't make him ruthless. Betrayal did. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister whose decisions shaped lives, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. Too quiet. Too distant. Too aware. 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

'Bacche k liye hai pr bhul matt mai bacche ka baap hu' 'ji...ah.aahabh ..

A beautiful story between a chubby clingy girl and a cold hearted male What will happen if a small crush could turn into a obsession. Will it tie an extrovert with an introvert. This story would carry puppy love cuddles fluff and teenage love Let us take the story of Hridhey and Anika to our heart TEENAGE LOVE Second book of Was it was series

Do check out more descriptive original description as for word count i had to cancel out few things. Slowburn Smut romance saga #1 Vaani Sharma x Raghav Bansal Who said pehla pyaar-the mohalla waala bhaiya, the brother's best friend, the boy next door-was just a crush? Just infatuation? Says who? My parents? The same ones who, after ten years, forced me to marry him- The university topper. The all-rounder. The playboy with the sanskaari smile. Mamma ka laadla. The walking sin every woman secretly imagined in her filthiest fantasies. The mohalla ka kukkad kamal da- Raghav Bansal. Every girl skipped her TV serials to watch him flex his gym-built body, to see him ironing his sister's kurti, or making tea for his mother. Every aunty wanted him as their damaad, every daughter wanted him as their husband. And he-he only smiled, all innocence, all charm. Bansal ji ka beta. And now-he's mine. Raghav Bansal. My husband. My sin. My undoing. His hands clutch my waist, pulling me back onto him. My red saree lies somewhere forgotten, blouse half-open, choodiyan and anklets singing in rhythm with every thrust. The mangalsutra sways wildly between my breasts, branding me his in the most carnal way possible. His veined hand slides down my skin, leaving fire in its path before pressing that one spot that makes me cry out his name. My body arches, his moans drown in my hair, and the night becomes ours-louder, hotter, messier than the world outside could ever imagine. This isn't infatuation. This isn't just attraction. This is the beginning of our endless sin. Tropes Math waale bhaiya x biology waali didi Badboy x good girl Forced proximity One sided love ? She fell first, he fell harder She thought he didn't see her how she saw him but he saw secretly and yearning to be seen like that forever. Secret crush Divorcee x virgin Desi Romcom Erotic, smut Neighbour/mohalle wala romance Happy ending.

I came twice just remembering how you refused to let me win... and how I still clenched around you like a greedy little slut." Rahi (26) Grab her. Bend her over this table. Fuck the arrogance out of her until she screams my name and begs.* Harshwardhan (35)

Her ex-husband sold their newborn son. Then he threatened to sell their daughter. To protect her child, she let herself be destroyed. Love became a weakness she could no longer afford. Five years later, she is forced into a marriage with Krish Yaduvanshi, a ruthless mafia king betrayed by his own wife. He doesn't believe in love. She doesn't believe in hope. Can they heal each other.. or will they fall apart?

"Snow on Her Skin" He bullied her. He broke her. Then he gave her twins. Amara came to Russia for a degree and a new life. What she found was Dima Volkov - cold, cruel, and impossibly magnetic. He mocked her curves, her accent, her very existence... until the night he couldn't look away anymore. One mistake. One night without protection. Now she's carrying his babies - two boys - and the man who once pushed her away is suddenly on his knees, begging to stay. But forgiveness isn't free. And love built on betrayal always carries scars. A steamy, emotional second-chance romance with enemies-to-lovers tension, surprise pregnancy, twins, and a possessive hero who will fight the world to keep the family he almost destroyed. Content warnings: bullying, dub-con elements, pregnancy troupe, explicit scenes

Vennala, a 23 year old living life on her own with her hard worked money , has no parents, definitely a very kind person on earth , very innocent and loving. Vividh, a 25 year old man doing IT job while struggling to keep with up socialisation, he doesn't like people and hate being in crowds , a lonely yet caring person. These two lost souls meet and yeah destiny has its own plans , so things change and feelings grow? But the main question is? Will they survive?

Book #1 in the desire series. A collection of short 18+ stories. (Smut) If you want to explore the raw and unfiltered side of human desires, there you go girl this book is for you. Prepare yourself to lose yourself into the dance between love and lust. Where love ignites like a spark and desire knows no bound. »»--⍟--««

ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled. Jiya (voice low, teasing): "You always touch me like you own me." Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear); "That's because you let me. Every damn time." Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat); "Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am." Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh): "Then let me make you forget everything... except me." Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching): "You already have." lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall): "Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart." Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him): "You're dangerous, Ishan." Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her): "And you're mine." Ishan (voice dark and possessive): "Tell me how much you want me, baby?" Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling): "Ishan... please... I can't..." Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear): "Let go. I'm here. No holding back." Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her); "Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..." Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves): "Scream my name. Show me you're mine."