Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabbarwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest-responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments-- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer... and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐃𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢 She doesn't speak. Not because she can't, but because the world never deserved her voice. He's a storm in human skin - arrogant, loud, dangerously charming. A player in every sense. But when he meets her - the girl who looks like silence and feels like art - his games start to lose meaning. She's his calm. He's her chaos. And yet, they collide like they were written in the stars. But love isn't simple when secrets are louder than words... And silence? Sometimes it hides the darkest truth. In a world full of noise, their story begins with the quietest heartbeat.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

I am the only girl he can touch I am the only girl he can kiss I am the only girl he made love But I am not the girl he loves He loves her... his wife...his first wife And I am his second wife Manik is head of pratapgarh , he is dominant man with orthodox thinking. When he was 15, due to cursed he was not able to touch anyone. Whenever he tried to touch a person, he got rashes and he started feeling pain in his body He was married to Alya, it's child marriage. They got married they were kids. Due to his cursed, he was not able to touch Alya. His family was worried, because they wanted heir. What happened when Nandini become solution of their problem? Will Manik accept her as his wife? Will she get the respect , she deserve as his wife ?

"Is this right?" Aiden whispered, fingers trembling inside of me. "Tell me what to do." And then his teammate walked in. Ψ The first time Aiden Wilder touched me, he asked if he was doing it right. The second time, he begged me to teach him more. The third time, we weren't alone. Aiden is the NHL's #1 draft pick. Nineteen. Six-foot-one of raw talent and a contract worth millions. He's fast on the ice, awkward off it... and a virgin. I was hired to coach him through fame. Help him deal with the media, the fans, the pressure. Not teach him how to take off my clothes with shaking hands. Not guide his mouth between my thighs and whisper praise into his ear. Not fall for the way he moans like he means it. But then his teammate Luke Mitchell walked in-older, cockier, and definitely not as straight as everyone thinks. He saw what we were doing. He didn't walk away. He asked if we needed help. And Aiden? He said yes. Now there's three of us. No rules. No labels. No going back. But somewhere between the lessons, the touches, and the kisses we shouldn't have shared...someone caught feelings. And I'm scared it wasn't just one of them.

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

Radhe Radhe ✨ Hello my cute little red flags❤️(rebel kid fans🤭 "What happens when a girl with a broken past enters a family that doesn't know how to fix her? Seven brothers. One truth. And a secret that refuses to stay buried." Alia was just fifteen when her world shattered-again. Years after surviving a trauma no child should bear, she finds herself in a stranger's home, far from everything familiar. Her mother has remarried, found love, and started a new life. But for Alia... healing isn't that simple. Now surrounded by seven stepbrothers who barely know her, in a house that feels more like a castle than a home, Alia carries a burden too heavy for her age-and a past she cannot speak of. They call her family. They say she's safe now. But Alia knows that safety is just a word... and trust doesn't come easy when you've been broken before. What happens when silence screams louder than truth? Will this new family help her heal-or will her past follow her into the only home she has left? Hare Krishna ✨