📚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

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

"...I've never had an orgasm before!" I blurt out, backing away a few steps. He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken. "You what?" He breathes. *** Running from a dark past, a girl stumbles into a territory ran by a notorious Alpha. He's cold, dangerous and poisons her, forcing her into his proximity. But she harbours a dark secret, which when revealed to the wrong people, causes her to become tied to the Alpha in an arranged marriage that reveals more about them than anticipated... Including the bond they share when they touch. And the Alpha too has a secret, an obsession. For her. *Completed*

18+ Read at your own discretion!  He's so close, I can feel the weight of his hatred pressing into my skin. "I wouldn't stop. Not until you couldn't take me any longer." His gaze doesn't fall to my body. Instead pins me, as effectively as his hands would. "I would deny you, make you cry, all while you begged for more. Do you understand?" "I do," I whisper, pressing my back harder into the wall. His eyes shutter, his control slipping. "So please, for the love of the goddess, walk away from me. Free me from this torment." **** Aesira is the Alpha's gift, given to him as a gesture of political good faith. However, there is more to her presence in her enemy Alpha's pack. Touted as a gift, she is actually a weapon, tasked with obtaining the Alpha's mark. Once he marks her, he dies. But once Aesira arrives, she realises her task is more difficult to complete than she thought. While he takes her as his wife, he will only mark one female - his mate, his true love. Even worse, she realises the Alpha isn't the monster her father depicted him to be. He's strong, beautiful and Aesira begins to wonder if she finish her task, and obtain his mark once and for all. She's made friends, overcome her enemies and there seems to be more to their bond than simple attraction.

Stefanie and Luna are 17 year old twins, who were raised by their aunt and uncle because apparently their family did not want nor cared for them. Both lived with great hardships in life, but each tried to protect the other in her own way, even when they knew they should communicate. They tried to built a happy life together. One day they are suddenly called to the school office and there they tell them that their aunt and uncle had a car accident and didn't make it out alive. Also to their surprise biological family is alive and wants to take them in, but who would have known that this family is not a normal one. If you like Mafia Storys with 6 overprotective brothers and also romance with strong male leads, then you should read this! WARNING: Don't read if you can't handle explicit, harsh language and mature content. Currently editing the story!!

[ THIS STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED ] Rudransh Singh Rathore, aka "RSR (Leo) ," is the feared underworld mafia king. With four brothers by his side, he's unstoppable. But beneath his tough exterior lies a heart that beats only for his brothers. Ruhanika Singhania, daughter of a weanlthy businessman, is a pure and innocent soul. Unaware of the darkness that lurks in the world, she's a ray of sunshine in a world of shadows. When fate brings them together in an unexpected twist, Ruhanika finds herself arranged married to Rudransh! As she navigates her new life with the mafia king and his brothers, Ruhanika's kindness and love begin to chip away at their cold, hardened hearts. But will she be able to handle the darkness that surrounds them? Join Ruhanika and Rudransh on a journey of love, family, and self-discovery! *Genre:* Indian FF, Romance, Drama, Mafia *Warning:* Mature themes, strong language, and violence.

Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content . Strictly 🔞 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

Book -I Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 ---------- Love - Four letters But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right . Love never existed in Dhruvi's world . Her life was filled with -- Days of tending to wounds of the dark nights Nights of dancing to the tunes of men - drunk , barbaric , violent , unforgiving monsters . She comes from a world where money buys consent and power yields one helpless . Dhruvi Verma was 21 when she realised " Love didn't make the world go round, it was money which did " . So she did the only thing she knew to escape the dirty swamp she was pushed into -"Survive" She made 3 rules - simple but effective Rule 1 - Keep your head down and do your job . Rule 2- Get the money for your services and do not let anyone affect you . Rule 3 - Don't break rule 1&2 until-- she met Him . Adhrit Agnihotri The storm which knocked everything out of balance in Dhruvi's life . She was never supposed to meet him but looks like fate had other plans . When God wrote her love story he didn't script it as romance , rather as the thriller which would Drain her life Dim the shine in her eyes Leave her heart bleeding at his feet But never dead Just breathing Beating enough of life To be claimed by one man. ADHRIT AGNIHOTRI Dhruvi Verma never believed in love But she believed in fate . And oh what horrible fate did she possess -- For her love story was named "A fairytale turned dark " By God himself . --------- BLURB : " What did she choose " he growls heatedly , his eyes never leaving mine. " Interesting choice for someone so put together sir ....A vibrator --- " A vibrator...huh ...we are gonna have a long night Dhruvi ..a very long night" he mutters darkly as he leads me to our spot .

Book III of The Same Stranger Trilogy . Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 The final storm, the obsession you won't escape. BLURB :- "Come closer," he growled, eyes flaring feral. She closed the distance. Feet brushing. Warm breath mixing with his. "Did you fill the form?" he asked lowly. "No," she said, tone hot and defiant. He nodded once. Twice. Jaw ticking. "How are you learning the basics? Is Karan helping fine?" Dhruvi sighed, fingernails catching the light, eyes bored. "Not paying attention," she scoffed, dark amusement in her voice. His jaw ticked, eyes dark and heavy. He towered over her, straightening, glowering, yanking her hand and pressing her body against the table. Papers crumpled, sheets flew, the pen stand clattered to the floor. The cold table dug into her stomach; she hissed. Her breasts pressed together, lifting from the neckline, dupatta slipping from trembling shoulders-exposed, helpless. Adhrit leaned down, pressing his full weight into her back. Warm breath tickled her ear. "Oh yeah?" he growled, husky. "but paying enough attention in flirting with my manager, are we?" His hips jerked forward, clothed erection pressing hard against her. Possession. Control. Obsession. All consuming the moment.

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ ↪𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 - 24 years old, 5'3. Beautiful surgeon. She is introverted yet talkative and expressive to people with whom she is comfortable. Shy, sweet, soft-hearted and kind yet strong enough to take a stand against the wrong. Reads fictional books, a hopeless romantic. Gift-giving is her love language. Wants to experience and deeply fall in love but only with the right person, who she has yet to find. ↪𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 - 29 years old, 6'2. A hot topic for media and girls. Was the popular boy in his teenage era. The most eligible bachelor in the state currently. CEO of Raghuvanshi & Co. A gym freak and workaholic, who portrays a rude and poker face mask. Lovable and soft for his family. Hasn't dated yet neither wishes to do it in the future. He is from a Royal background and is involved in the mafia. She is emphatic He is rude She talks a lot He is a man of his words She puts others before herself He doesn't care about other people She is sunshine and bubbly He is grumpy and cold She wishes for her partner to be like those fictional men in her book Will he be her fictional man? A soft romance, a book you can come to when you want to be wrapped in a blanket of warmness and butterflies. A book with lots of romance, teasing and a little bit of drama.