• || AYANSH X AYESHA || • 28 x 22 With a teasing smirk playing on his lips he took a step toward her, trapping her between his body and the wall he leaned in just slightly. " So biwi was that little act of yours an attempt to seduce me? " he asked, his voice low and deep as he moved closer still. Her breath hitched at his proximity and her eyes remained locked on his " I... I was just... um... " she stammered, her lips trembling. "Shhh, relax biwi " he whispered, placing his index finger against her trembling lips" You don't need to make excuses I enjoyed what you did very, very much " Leaning in even further, he watched as she turned her head to the right, trying to avoid him but he didn't stop he brought his lips close to her ear and murmured " And congratulations... you succeeded in seducing me " -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * AYANSH SINGHANIA * a 28 year's old, king of mafia world and a multi-billionaire business tycoon CEO of Singhania empire his name is enough to haunt people in their dreams a men of few words ---------------------------------------------------------------- * AYESHA JAISWAL * a 22 year's old extrovert girl who is loved by everyone super clumsy and a pure soul who is ready to keep her heart out of her loved ones she's a epitome of love and kindness ----------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN TO DIFFERENT SOUL TIED TOGETHER IN A MARRIAGE AGAINST THEIR WILL 💙✨ Ab yaha tak aaye ho to book padh kar hi jana ✨🦋

|𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆-𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉𝒆.| 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝙷𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 ' 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 '𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 . 𝑺𝒊𝒂 𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 . 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ───── "I'm not a saint, Alia." he growled, his hand curling around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "But touch another man- fuck it, even smile at one and I'll make sure he forgets what breathing feels like." My pulse jumped. "I'm not yours." I hissed, though my voice trembled. His lips brushed my cheek, dangerously soft. "You belong to me." he murmured, eyes dark with something far worse than hate. "You think anyone else could handle you? They'd believe to cherish you for a week, I'd worship you for life." "And you'll love me for it." ༺❀༻ St. Laurent's University. The place where luxury drips from the walls, secrets are currency and the spoiled heirs of the elite reign like gods. Power, lust and betrayal are just another day here. Among them, two names burn brighter and darker than the rest. 𝐙𝐞𝐞𝐯 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢, the empire's golden heir with eyes like sin and a temper that could set kingdoms on fire. 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, the only girl valiant enough to defy him and walk away unscathed. But hatred has a way of blurring into obsession. And Zeev's hatred for Alia is not clean. It's possessive, twisted and jealous of every man who so much as looks at her. Because in a world built on power, his cruel devotion might just be her greatest downfall.

The parting of shivanya's hair which was supposed to be filled with Vermilion is now filled with the blood of her husband " samrat Rudraksh Pratap Singh ". The life of shivanya had taken a tragic turn from that moment she had met him . She had sacrificed herself to the devil himself who didn't even think once to behead someone for his own pleasure . Rudraksh Pratap Singh. The king of Delhi along with controlling more than half part of hind was a cruel and deadly king but now he had trapped a princess of ajmer with him in the name of marriage . The king who never even lowers his gaze will he knelt down in front of his Rani sa .

Varsha Malhotra has everything. Wealth, power, and the perfect mask of control. She's worn control like silk for years; a cold husband, a loveless marriage, and secrets buried beneath her calm. What no one knows is that she's been waiting for the right moment to set her secret in motion. When Kabir enters her house as caretaker, young, strong, and far too steady... he's more than temptation. He's the one piece that could turn her hidden plan into reality. A caretaker to the world, but inside her house? Inside her hands? He could become something else entirely. Her forbidden toy. She craved what was unholy. She was a wife bound by vows. He was the younger sin she couldn't put down. Desire is just the beginning. What follows is darker, dirtier, and in a mansion built on silence, desire won't just be a sin. It will be a weapon. This is not a love story. It's a game of control, lust, power and forbidden lines waiting to be crossed. A tale of dominance and surrender, smoldering tension, and secrets waiting to explode. -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TARA ROY: Tara was 21, all quiet resilience and hidden softness she refused to let the world touch. When her father died, he left behind 25 lakh in debt and a one-week deadline that felt like a ticking bomb beneath her feet. REHAN SINGHANIA: Rehan Singhania was 29, controlled, calculated and dangerously composed. A CEO who built his empire on precision, not chance. He doesn't move without strategy. He doesn't believe in coincidences. And he never reaches for something he doesn't intend to keep. --- When he offers her marriage in exchange for clearing her debt, it sounds simple. A contract. A solution. An escape. But nothing about Rehan is ever simple. He looks at her like she's already chosen. Protects her like she already belongs to him. Wants her with an intensity that feels less like impulse... and more like inevitability. So was it really fate that brought him to her at her lowest? Or was Tara never drowning at all- just stepping exactly where he'd been waiting all along?

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚: 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦 | 𝟏𝟖+ "𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." Lowering herself to the floor, she crawls towards him. Her trembling hands instinctively reach for his belt. "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫?" ˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚