The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

My heart pounded as he leaned in close to my face. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, feeling his warm breath on my skin. "You'll come to my room yourself soon," he smirked. "I will not," I grunted. "You will," he growled, releasing my wrist. "I hate you!" I cried, walking toward the exit. I wiped away my tears with my palm. I need to stay strong to find my brother. "Hate me more!" I heard his voice yell as I left the room, consumed with immense pain. ➽───────────────❥ Tara Divan, a sweet and kind-hearted woman with a fairy-like innocence, faces an unwanted situation: a party to celebrate her impending divorce from her husband, Ishaan. Ishaan, who suffers from intermittent explosive disorder, is seen by many as an uncontrollable "ogre," but the truth of their relationship runs deeper than anyone knows. While they outwardly express hatred for each other, they share a profound, hidden love that only their hearts understand. Tara plans to leave Ishaan's life before the divorce is finalized in 30 days. However, while packing her belongings to move out, she accidentally takes his diary with her. This diary holds the key to Ishaan's true feelings and emotions. Will Tara open it and finally understand the depth of his love, or will she walk away without knowing what her heart has longed for? 'Kiss At The Divorce Party' is a touching journey through love, misunderstanding, and the courage to rediscover what was once lost.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

Urvi never thought she'd be here-married to her sister's ex-husband, the man who once loved her with a passion that set the world on fire. But now, he's a stranger to her-emotionally closed off, locked in the past, unable to see her for who she is. Ten years older, a man shaped by heartbreak, he doesn't want her. Not like he once wanted her sister. His heart is a fortress she can't break into. And yet, she longs for him. To be seen. To be touched. To be loved. What happens when her burning desire underneath the drapes of saree seduces him? Will he fulfill her desire..or will Urvi remain bound in loveless marriage forever?? Dive into, SEDUCTION IN SAREE HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! RATED 18+

He watched her long before he ever touched her. Back when she lived next door - soft, curious, unaware - she thought his silence meant safety. She didn't know restraint could be more dangerous than desire. He was older. Controlled. A man built on rules he never broke. Until her. One moment shattered everything - a line crossed, a truth exposed - and then time pulled them apart, leaving questions, guilt, and an obsession that refused to die. Years pass. Lives change. But obsession does not age quietly. When fate brings them together again, the power has shifted. He is no longer just a man with secrets - he is a CEO feared and respected, a master of control. She is no longer the girl next door - she is his assistant, standing inches away from the past she never healed from. A secret marriage binds them - not with love, but with silence, tension, and unspoken rules. Every interaction becomes a psychological game. Every look carries history. Every touch feels like punishment... and craving. She tries to survive him with logic. Her heart whispers resistance. Her body remembers too much. This is not a story of comfort or easy redemption. It unfolds in phases - obsession, separation, longing, control - shifting between emotional intimacy, psychological warfare, and dangerous desire. Some chapters burn slow. Some chapters burn dark. Some don't burn at all - they cut. Because this is not just about wanting someone. It's about being claimed before you understand the cost. And when the past finally collides with the present, she must decide: Will she break free from the man who has shaped her in silence... Or surrender to the darkness that has always known her name? 🔞 18+ Only Dark Romance • Psychological Obsession • Morally Grey Slow Burn • Multiple Timelines • Forbidden Desire New chapter - Sunday and Wednesday ( per week )

"𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩" In "The devil's darling," the lives of Darshik and Saanvi collide in a whirlwind of fate , attraction and turmoil. Will she be able to break through his walls, or will she become another victim of his reckless nature? This story explores the complexities of love, the battle between desire and self-preservation, and the journey of two souls navigating the fine line between passion and poison. Join us on this tumultuous ride as we delve into the depths of toxicity, power , violence ,an extreme obsession and the transformative power of vulnerability and may be..... just may be Love???? Beware It's a violent story....with no morals or ethics!!

He's cold, powerful, and broken. XX She's fiery, kind, and fighting for her future. Reyansh Raizada doesn't let anyone near his son-not after losing the only woman he ever loved. Arjun barely speaks, and Reyansh's world is built around protecting him. Then Ishita comes along-a teacher with a secret past and a heart bigger than her pain. When Arjun bonds with her, Reyansh's icy walls start to crack... but he won't make it easy. "Stay away from my son." His voice is sharp, his eyes colder than steel. "One more tear from him, and you'll regret it." She's no stranger to battles. "I'm not afraid of you, Reyansh." Forced into a marriage neither wanted, trapped under the same roof, can these two broken souls find light in each other-or will their pasts destroy them both? Hate. Pain. Fire. Love. Welcome to their story. ________________________________________ Mature Themes | Obsession | Hate-to-Love | Grumpy vs Sunshine "You are not my lover," he growls. "Then why do I belong to you?" she questions. ________________________________________ Contains Hindi dialogues with translations

It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.