My fingers curled into his t-shirt as I kissed him back, matching his intensity, my anger melting into raw emotion. He pulled back just enough for his lips to brush my ear. "If you slap me again..." he murmured darkly, grabbing my jaw, "I'll fuck you until you won't be able to walk. I promise." A shiver raced through me. I cupped his neck. "I hope you're as good at keeping promises as you are at making them." ______ Some men are born into violence. Ekansh Virk was raised by it. Delhi's underworld whispers his name like a prayer and a curse. He is Dhanush Ahlawat's blade - silent, precise, and merciless. No conscience. No weakness. No woman has ever made him feel anything but contempt. Until her. Aayesha Ahlawat. His Boss Dhanush Ahlawat's sister. She wears her defiance like silk, too sharp, too reckless, and infuriatingly untouched by the darkness that owns him. One accidental glance, and his restraint begins to bleed. And when she calls him "brother's slave" with that wicked smile, something inside him snaps. She wants to provoke the Beast but has no idea what she's awakening. "You want to provoke me, princess? Let me show you what happens when a Beast stops pretending to be a man." She makes him want to ruin her in the most exquisite ways, just to remind her who truly owns the dark. Every insult makes him harder. Every challenge tightens the leash around his control until it frays. He imagines her beneath him...not gently, not kindly but claimed. Her wrists pinned, her breath stolen and her sharp mouth finally silenced by his name moaning on her lips. But she is forbidden. And that makes the wanting worse. He's buried men alive. He's watched fire consume everything in its path. But resisting Aayesha is a war he's losing breath by breath, sin by sin. Because some temptations don't just break rules. They burn loyalties to ash. Forbidden Temptations - Beginning of the Sin. (Sins of Temptation Series #1) Where obedience ends. And obsession begins.

"I will complain to the owner that you don't even know how to do hospitality for the guests!" As she speak, the sudden, heavy silence finally registered in her brain. She noticed that the loud music from earlier had been completely turned off. She again tripped because of the alcohol but somehow hold herself back. She frowned deeply, looking around the quiet room. "I am sad... I just went to drink water. Who the heck stopped the music?" When still no one played a track, she huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine. I can sing it by myself!" Placing a hand on her waist, she loudly sang, and took another dramatic, unsteady drunken twirl right in front of him. "Aadi!" Savi came running into the Mandap area, her face completely pale and her eyes wide with sheer terror. She had realized exactly who those cars outside belonged to. Shaking with fear, Savi immediately stepped between Aadi and the cold, silent man. "I am so sorry, sir... so sorry," Savi stammered, grabbing Aadishree's hand and trying to pull her away. "Aadi, come on, let's go-" But she refused to budge. With surprising strength, she snatched her hand back from Savi's grip and pouted. "No! Let me dance!" Suddenly, the heavy silence was broken. The tall, dangerous man in black stepped forward, closing the distance between them. For the first time that night, the corner of his mouth lifted. Not a smile. Something far more dangerous.as his eyes locked onto Aadishree. "Where are you taking my bride?" he asked, his voice low, cold, and utterly terrifying.

" I hate you so much that even if you are dying in front of me , my hands will lift to kill you completely not save you " she hissed in anger. A kind of hate that burns in their veins , poisoning them but still the more they try to keep apart the more closer they grow. " No matter how much you hate me , your heart will always bleed for only one name avantika , and it is Vardaan Ahlawat " he whispered, pulling her flush on him on hard jerk. . . 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ || Romantic-thriller book. . . ~𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬~ 1. Enemies to lovers 2. Accidental marriage 3. Both fell harder 4. Secret identity 5. Blood prophecy 6. One bed trope 7. Blood romance 8. Thigh chain kink 9. CM x Hacker 10. Calls her nacchadi jaatni x calls him akdu CM

Two families. One rivalry that has survived for generations. The Rajputs and the Rawats-two of India's most powerful business dynasties. Their names command respect, their influence shapes empires, and their hatred for one another runs deeper than anyone dares to question. On one side stands Vedansh Rawat-India's ruthless business tycoon, feared as the "God of Cruelty." Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he has built walls around his heart, believing emotions are nothing but weaknesses. Opposite him is Vamika Rajput-graceful, fearless, and fiercely independent. Beneath her calm elegance lies a woman who bows to no one, especially not a Rawat. Their first meeting wasn't filled with destiny... It was filled with hatred. Every conversation became an argument. Every glance became a challenge. Every encounter ended in chaos. If fire had a rival... It would be ice. But fate has its own plans. __________________________________________________________________________________ Then there's Dhruv Rajput, the silent guardian of the Rajput family. Cold-hearted, disciplined, and impossible to please, he trusts very few and keeps the world at arm's length. And then comes Vaani Rawat-the youngest Rawat, a girl with a heart too soft for a family built on power. Cheerful, compassionate, and fearless in her own innocent way, she accidentally crosses paths with the one man who seems determined to dislike her. Their first meeting leaves tears in her eyes... And anger in his heart. She believes he's nothing more than an arrogant man hiding behind his surname. He believes she's an immature girl who speaks before she thinks. Neither realizes that fate has already written their names on the same page. Will love be strong enough to heal a rivalry written in blood? Or will the past destroy every chance of a future? Sometimes the greatest love stories don't begin with "I love you." Sometimes... they begin with "I hate you." Welcome to my storyyy ❤️❤️

𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.. 𝒏𝒐, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑿 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 He was hired to protect her. Not to want her, not to ruin her. Coral Singhania was never meant to be touched- not by him, not like this. But Rishi Roy Singhania doesn't believe in boundaries, not when it comes to her. What begins as protection turns into possession. What feels like control turns into something far more dangerous- an obsession neither of them can walk away from, because Rishi doesn't just guard her life. He takes over it- her choices.. her space and breath. And the worst part? She lets him. With enemies closing in, secrets clawing their way to the surface, and a past that refuses to stay buried- Coral is forced to face the truth: The man who would die for her... is also the one who might destroy her. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "I.. ahh!" He freaking hit that spot again, "love.." my hand weekly reaching out to cup his face, "you, Rishi Roy Singhania" My voice is quite hesitant because now, I know there's no going back despite knowing what's waiting for me. I held his gaze as I uttered those words, I could see the tears pooling in his eyes despite his wild thrusts into me. "Come inside me" I whispered as he kept his thrusts wild and crazy on me. My breath started to hitch as if I.. ahh! Fuck, I.. I was gonna come hard. My back arched up, he dipped his head in the curve of my neck, pounding the hardest this time. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Meenakshi never imagined marriage would feel this lonely. Raised in a strict yet loving middle-class family, she grew up believing patience, silence, and sacrifice were a woman's greatest strengths. Quiet and deeply traditional despite being raised in the city, she enters the powerful Reddy household as the wife of the eldest son - Raghav Reddy. A man feared more than respected. At thirty, Raghav Reddy is known for his discipline, cold silence, and traditional values. In his world, rules matter more than emotions, and family honor comes before everything else. Their marriage was arranged within weeks. To the world, they looked perfect together - the powerful heir and the innocent bride wrapped in silk sarees and gold jewelry. But behind closed doors, their relationship is filled with distance, misunderstandings, silent fights, and unspoken emotions. In a house where every step is watched and every mistake is remembered, Meenakshi struggles to find her place in her husband's life. And Raghav? He is a man who does not know how to love gently. But sometimes, the quietest hearts leave the deepest impact. A slow-burn South Indian arranged marriage romance filled with traditions, family drama, possessive love, emotional tension, and the journey of two strangers tied together by sacred vows.

An old classics, but with morden love.

𝕬 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 × 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Fayra Malik. Has always been too much. Too outspoken, too independent, too unwilling to bend. As a journalist, she chases truth with the same fire that has made her unloved by her family. Groom after groom rejects her, and with every refusal, Fayra feels less like a daughter and more like property put up for sale. Until one night, she saves the wrong person from the doom. From that moment on, Fayra is no longer alone. The shadows follow her. Eyes linger, presence watches, silent and deadly. A stalker. Azrael Qureshi. Known to the world as the Attorney of Death, Azrael lives a life built on lies and shadows. By day, he is untouchable. By night, he hunts the very organization that once destroyed him. But beneath his calculated cruelty lies a terrifying truth, Azrael is diagnosed with alexithymia, a condition that strips him of emotion. And if it remains uncured, he risks becoming the monster he despises. Desperate, he makes a dangerous choice. Marriage. Fayra becomes his experiment. His temptation. The embodiment of everything he cannot feel. She becomes his legal possession. But if there is one thing Fayra Malik hates more than rejection, it is being owned. And when fire is trapped in the hands of a man who cannot feel... someone is bound to burn. ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

He was her biggest mistake. A mistake she'd choose all over again. She was his greatest weakness. The only chaos he could never control. *** "I'm not a saint, girl." He warned her. She gripped his collar, her tear-filled eyes refusing to look away. "Then be my demon." His hand tightened around her waist. His voice was calm, far too calm. "You've crossed your line." A broken smile touched her lips. "Then make me regret it." *** One broken heart. One dangerous stranger. One reckless kiss. Neither of them knew that one night would become an obsession neither could escape destruction. Neither realized, they were about to become each other's darkest addiction _________________________________________ Content Warning⚠️ This story is intended for mature readers (18+) only because it contains mature themes that may not be suitable for all audiences, including: - Dark romance - Psychological manipulation - Emotional trauma - Toxic and unhealthy relationships - Obsession and possessive behavior - Betrayal and infidelity (not by ML) - Strong language - Violence and emotionally distressing situations - Alcohol use - Sexual themes (non-explicit) This is a work of fiction.The characters, relationships & events portrayed in this story are fictional & are not intended to promote, glorify, or endorse abusive, toxic, or non-consensual behavior in real life. Reader discretion is advised.

So, this story is about SUHANI SINGH RAJPUT - a sweet, active , smart, 17 years old - 11th grade student , living in a small city, not very developed ,just because of her father's transfer. She is very teachers favourite ,just because of her sweetness, a cheerful personality . Very popular in the school , knows basically everyone but she only have few true friends . Her life was going outstanding ,but then she met VEER PRATAP SINGH- eldest son of a very famous politician, mother and father got divorced and he lives with his father . You can his own family is kind of gunde , always carrying guns , black defender or Fortuner . He is very egoistic, love is not for him as he wanted to become a great politician just like his other family members. he is 19 years old collage second year in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh. famous in U.P due to her father but wanted to create his own name. His opinion on love is going to change when he is going to met Suhani ,sorry HIS SUHANI . TROPE- teen romance bad boy x bubbly girl he fell first both fell harder Shiva and Parvati touch her and die Politician x commoner ***********************************************************************