This story is set around a rural background where patriarchy is at its peak. Men were considered as the backbone of the country and women had no such place. What happens when in an attempt to save a girl who was bounded to be killed by the society is saved by AVYAAN THAKUR, the new zamindar. Will fate be kind to them? Maybe not, but if they try to melt the cruel heart of fate? Maybe yes.

"Your purity is a sin, my beauty... and I am here to ruin it. ആരും തൊടാത്ത നിന്റെ ഈ ശരീരം... ദൈവത്തിന് സമർപ്പിച്ച പൂവ് പോലെയാണ്. പക്ഷേ, ആ ദൈവത്തെപ്പോലും സാക്ഷി നിർത്തി നിന്റെ ഈ പവിത്രതയെ എന്റെ ചോരപുരണ്ട കൈകൾ കൊണ്ട് ഞാൻ അശുദ്ധമാക്കും." അവന്റെ ആഴമേറിയ കണ്ണുകൾ അവളുടെ മുഖത്തേക്ക് തറഞ്ഞു കയറിയപ്പോൾ, അവന്റെ ആ ചുണ്ടുകളിൽ വന്യമായ ഒരു പരിഹാസച്ചിരി വിരിഞ്ഞു. "Yes, I am pure! ആരുടേയും സ്പർശനമേൽക്കാത്ത പവിത്രതയാണ് ഞാൻ. നിന്നെപ്പോലെ ചോര മണക്കുന്ന ഒരു മൃഗത്തിന്...എന്നെ ഭക്ഷിക്കാൻ വിട്ടുകൊടുക്കില്ല ഈ മഹനിക മേത്ത.!" (The Beauty) "ഉഫ്ഫ്...That's hit me hard, my beauty! എന്നാൽ നീ ചെവി തുറന്നു കേട്ടോ, മഹ.. നിന്റെ ഈ കയ്യിൽ കിടക്കുന്ന കുപ്പിവളകളടക്കം എന്റെ ഓരോ ചലനത്തിനായി കൊതിക്കും! Yes... I want to hear that fucking sound of your bangles every single time I taste you and consume you, until there is nothing left of your purity!" (And her Beast)

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

In the high-stakes corridors of Delhi's elite legal circles, Rohan Malhotra (31) is a name that commands silence. Known as the city's most formidable legal consultant, he is a man of logic, strategy, and iron-clad composure. But beneath the sharp suits and calculated courtroom victories lies a heart that has been quietly anchored to a single memory: a moonlit balcony in Mussoorie and the vibrant, laughter-filled spirit of Isha Chopra (27). Isha, a dedicated gynecologist whose life is spent bringing new beginnings into the world, finds her own world collapsing when she is abandoned at her most vulnerable. Rohan doesn't offer pity-he offers a pact. A marriage of convenience. A legal shield. His name in exchange for her safety. As the courtroom battles meet the raw vulnerability of a growing life , how will the stoic lawyer and the healing doctor navigate a journey where the most difficult case to win is her

An indian tamil family based dark romance that is filled with immense emotions and intense story line. 😌

[ U P D A T E W H E N I W A N T T O ] whenever I am in a mood I write , I update. No specific schedule This is a short story was before lustscriprt now known as THE UNCHOSEN , is written with mature, erotic, and emotionally intense themes. This story is a standalone - dipped in forbidden desires, flawed characters, and unapologetic intimacy. I will not be consistent with update - I'm writing this to release personal, unfiltered fantasies that don't fit into my other books. If you're uncomfortable with mature themes, please don't report - just leave the book quietly.

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

A beautiful love story.... Police X Student. DCP Ramachandra X Mythili. Take a look.