WARNING ⚠️ 🔞⚠️ It contains dark romance and smuts Please don't read if you are not comfortable with the genre. She is blind!!! he has eternal power!!! she is from south ! he is from north ! A trembling voice uttered, "Rakshas... leave me..." "What?!" Rakshas......do you know how the rakshas look like" I asked roughly by grabbing her wrist in my other hand...now her breathing is touching my lips and nose.. Her divine fragrance lingers on me. "No," she whispered, almost like a question in itself. "What is this 'no' for?" I asked, my tone sharp, each word carrying a weight of authority. "I don't know how a Rakshas looks like... I've only heard about them," she said, her voice soft, but there was something in her tone that made it clear-she wasn't just fearful; she was curious. "Do you want to know how they look?" I asked, my words laced with a dark smirk, one that twisted my lips into something far more sinister. And she nodded yes.. "Then touch me" I commanded Her breath hitched. folks..... welcome to the world... do you want to know what happened next... continue to read the story.....

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

He watches. He waits. He chooses. Lorenzo De Rossi-Il Falco. A man who controls everything-his empire, his enemies... and the city that fears his name. Until her. Mia was never meant to be part of his world. Brilliant. Guarded. Far too observant for her own good-seeing the cracks in a man no one dares question. What begins as a moment... becomes something far more dangerous. An obsession. And in Lorenzo's world, obsession isn't a weakness. It's a liability. Pulled into a life built on power, loyalty, and blood, Mia is forced to navigate a man who doesn't ask-he decides. A man who watches her like claiming her is inevitable. But Mia isn't something to be owned. And Lorenzo isn't a man who lets go. When secrets unravel and war threatens everything he's built, one truth becomes clear: Loving her might cost him his empire. But losing her? Isn't an option.

"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26 #4 in top 10 India on 12/ 7/ 26 #3 in top 10 India on 13/7/26

✨𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨✨ . . . . Anvi Rajvansh had it all - power, brains, beauty, skills that broke the charts, and a life running at 5G speed. At twenty-five, she was a global business empress, a Michelin-level chef, a polyglot queen, a hacker who could make world governments sweat, and an actress who caused box offices to bow. She was flawless. Unmatched. Unbothered. Except... she was single. Not by choice, but because no man could match her wavelength. And then she died - going out like a legend - while saving a child. But destiny wasn't done with her. She awakens in a parallel world, inside a romance novel she once skimmed and hated. A trash plot. A cringe love story. And worst of all? She is not the heroine. She is the villainess. A side character made to look clingy, jealous, unwanted - a punching bag for the fake heiress who stole her identity, her family, and even her fiancé. But this is not the same Anvi. This Anvi comes armed with genius, grace, and god-tier abilities. This Anvi won't be anyone's background character. This Anvi will rewrite fate itself. And somewhere in the shadows, watching her every move, stands Abhimaan Singh Rathore - the richest man in this world, a royal king of Rajasthan, a storm wrapped in velvet... and the novel's original villain. But the moment he sees the new Anvi, something inside him snaps. He becomes obsessed. Protective. Possessive. And fate starts shifting around them like a loyal soldier. With one reborn goddess and one dangerously devoted king on the board, this world is about to get flipped upside down. . . . . . 🌸💕🌸

A fearless modern girl decided to ignore the real history and go with her flow. Becoming a proper young lady who is abandoned by her own family was indeed hard. However, the worst has yet to come. Until one day, she was summoned to go back to her family manor. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ••• His presence alone exudes the dignified air of a noble. Wearing a mask caused people's fear. Her fearless actions impressed him, and at the same time, he drew a line between them. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙧𝙖?

He is a man who hides every scar behind his strong personality. She is a girl whose face is like an open book that everyone can read. He is a man with a dictionary where "lie" words is missing. She is a girl who believes that if telling a lie helps someone else, then it's not really a lie. What happens when two opposite people are tied with a pure relationship called Nikkah?

After waiting seven years for a marriage that was endlessly delayed, Shen Li is stunned when her fiancé drunkenly trades their imperial wedding decree to his feared uncle, Prince Rui. Betrayed but unwilling to break, she accepts the decree and prepares to marry the cold war prince instead. As the capital mocks the scandal, even her former mother-in-law chooses Shen Li's side - sending wedding gifts for her new marriage and silently admitting her son never deserved her.

Four years ago, Valentina Coppola was erased from the life she used to know. Accused of pushing her twin sister down the stairs of their home, she was sent to a boarding school for ill mannered ladies in Stockholm. An academy shaped like a prison. Years after the fall, she is brought back to Italy so that amends can be made. Older. Sharper. And still helplessly hurt by what happened years ago, Valentina must learn to navigate life with the brothers that didn't believe her, a father who shipped her away, and a twin sister who hides behind a fabricated lie. This time, Valentina has secrets of her own.