He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

The toxic devotion of Kabir Deewan. A tale, where villain will take the girl.

warrior princess X unyielding tyrant ..................................................... "why you happen to be at the same place as mine everytime, are you sure you aren't stalking me ?" " I like to watch things pretty closely before i devour it entirely" taking big steps, diminishing the distance between then , making her stumble on her feet but grab her by her waist before falling. 'wha- what do you m-mean by that" bending his head, while holding her in his arms "it helps me figure out the routes- the routes, especially those which makes me breathless " a teasing grin left his mouth. their eye contact was deeper than the cut she made by holding dagger in her hand,hiding it behind her. he broke the eye contact and kissed her neck, not gentle - slow at first then turned into a hungry and desperate kiss. she did not stop him either as she could not . "here, i marked the territory,everyone should know what's mine " she turned sideways ............................................................. this story contains mature content, hitorical drama and dark fiction include torture ,captivity so please do not read it if you are sensitive

Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance . "Door hato varna ye chhadi se peet dungi main tumko bhondu ram" Move away or I'll beat you with this stick, you foolish man. She glared at me with her big beautiful eyes. And yes, she calls me bhondu ram because I have not told her my real identity. I am so mesmerised by the way she carries herself, so soft yet so intense. She felt like a flowing river, calm from above but holding the most devastating currents within. I cleared my throat and mumbled with a pout, "Arey thoda sa hath lag gaya aapke hath ko... galti se..... maaf kardo.." I just accidentally touched your hand a little... forgive me... I held both my ears with my hands while looking at her. Every man in fifty villages would collectively get a heart attack if someone told them that Thakur AbhiUday Singh was holding his ears in front of someone. But she was different because she was Sona. My calmness in this cruel world. I looked up at her and she huffed, the frown on her beautiful face still intact as she glared at me again warning, "Dubara agar mujhe chhua to main tumhe isi naal me dubo kar maar dungi or uske pehle chhadi se peetungi bhi" If you touch me again, I will drown you in this canal itself and before that I'll beat you with this stick too. I bobbed my head up and down saying, "Nahi chhunga.... kabhi bhi nahi.. ye bhi galti se ho gaya" I won't touch you... never again... this also happened by mistake. "Mujhe chhune ka hak sirf mere pati ka hoga... or kisi ka nahi.. smajhe" Only my husband will have the right to touch me... no one else... understood? She said and began walking ahead as we were going to steal mangoes from the nearby field because madam ji wanted to eat mangoes. Her words kept ringing in my head... and I smiled... 'Chhune ka hak sirf pati ka hai....hmm...' My heart screamed. 'Only husband can touch...hmm..' 'Relax yaar' I said to my heart. TROPES chaotic fl x introvert ml slow burn romance mature themes dirty talks

✨ CRIMSON SERIES - BOOK 1✨ Love. Power. Obsession. leads A debt that could cost a life. A deal sealed with a name. A fate rewritten in blood. In a world where fear is currency and loyalty is a game, Meera walks the path of healing, her hands skilled in mending what is broken. But some wounds are not meant to be healed-some are meant to be owned. When Aarav Malhotra steps into her life, shadows follow. His name alone commands fear, his gaze a silent promise of ruin. A man untouched by mercy, his world is built on power, and Meera is nothing but an uninvited storm in his kingdom. But storms don't ask for permission. And kings don't fall. Until they do.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #3 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Ahana Rajput appears to have it all. Wealth, love, and a picture perfect family. Known for her radiant smile and her role as the biggest cheerleader for the love stories around her, she is the life of every party. But beneath her glowing exterior lies a world of secrets, a past she can't escape, and a future clouded with uncertainty. When she is thrust into an unexpected arranged marriage, her carefully constructed life begins to unravel. Yuvraj Singhania, the ruthless "ice king" of the business world, is a man of few words and fewer emotions. Scarred by a painful past, he's built walls around his heart, detaching himself from everything. Yet, there's one thing Yuvraj cannot control. His growing obsession with Ahana. What begins as a cold, calculated alliance soon turns into a clash of wills. Is their marriage just another business deal, or could it become something far more powerful? As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface. Secrets that bind them in ways neither of them could have anticipated. Lies threaten to tear them apart, but love might just offer them a chance at redemption. Two broken souls. One fateful bond. Will they overcome their haunting pasts, or will their secrets destroy them before love has a chance to bloom? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭. ​ 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐭 (28), 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲". 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ​ 𝐀𝐭 (22), 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 "𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐧" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫

The combination of fuel and fire is dangerous❤️🔥, everyone knows this but when two people become each other's fuel and fire💋, then either they burn themselves or burn anyone who comes between them...✨ And in this story, there is our fire, Samarth Singh Rathore, the king of Jodhpur, the best businessman of India, who is just like a devil, he has no place for anyone in his heart except his family, cold, grumpy, rude - all these are very small words, for him he is a devil, a devil. And our fuel is Siya Thakur, the only sister of India's biggest mafia, whom everyone also calls the princess of death, her favorite work is to send bad people straight to hell. Try to hurt their close ones and go straight to hell. To see how this fuel and fire combination will be, read below.🎀