Don't read out loud. There are eyes embedded in the walls. They're real. -• Where are rest of seven letters?

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄'

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬!! ✦━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━✦ ➥ 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉: She's your average villainess who has done all sorts of crazy things. Yes Cecilia or well the previous owner of her body had done all of those things. So technically it wasn't her... Cecilia Wolken regained her memories of her previous life after she tried to jump out of the window to end it all. The very moment she woke up, she tried to jump out of the window again. "Just let me die already" Unlike your average reincarnated person, Cecilia doesn't want to live so she tries to welcome the bad ending with open arms. And so she tries to, well die. To her dismay those annoying people just won't leave her alone. "What the hell are you up to this time?" Everyone was suspicious of just what she might be scheming. Accused of just being an attention seeker at first, people around her begin to realize her sudden personality change... "If I go, " she whispered against his mouth, almost brushing his lips, "I will haunt you. I will tear at the edges of your sleep. I will be the voice in your head that tells you nothing compares. I will ruin you for anyone who tries." Evander's hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him now, not pleading anymore. "You already have," he breathed. "You are not allowed to die without me," the duke said, voice steady in a way it hadn't been before. "And I am not allowed to live without you." ♔ ───────── ♔ 𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 (so far): ♔ ───────── ♔ #1 in fl #1 in deathwish #1 in living #1 in poison #2 in antagonist

When a prince doesn't believe in love and a princess doesn't believe she's worthy of it... What happens when two strangers enter an arranged marriage-willing yet weighed down by doubts? A prince who falls in love with a mere photograph. A princess who spends sleepless nights searching for her future husband online. Will her insecurities prove her fears right? Or will he be the kind of man she never expected a king to be? Meet Abhimaan Singh Shekhawat-the future King of Rajasthan and the ruler of an empire that thrives in both power and shadows. A man untouched by love, untainted by fleeting affairs. A dreamer of 60s-style romance, who has never loved before yet fantasizes about his wife-his Only Person. And then there's Ruhi Singh Rathore-the innocent yet strong-willed Princess of Jodhpur. A woman raised in a palace yet haunted by self-doubt. She craves That Kinda Love-the one that's deep, consuming, and forever-but will she ever believe she's worthy of it? ✏ Republishing : 12-03-2025

NOTE - THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING. NEW VERSION WOULD BE MORE DETAILED AND INTERESTING. BECAUSE WHEN I WROTE THE OLDER VERSION, I WAS KINDA YOUNG AND HAD NO EXPERIENCE OF WRITING. BUT I'M WARNING YOU ALREADY BECAUSE OLDER VERSION MIGHT DISAPPOINT YOU :) #indian - 1st Ranking (05/08/2020 & 11/12/2022) #Couplesgoal - 1st Ranking (7/03/2020) {Highest ranking #5 in loveaftermarriage category} {6 rank in lovebirds category} #Faith - 29th Ranking (20/04/2020) #Lovebirds - 2nd Ranking (22/05/2020) Marriage, The most purest relationship. This relation not only join two persons but also two families. This is not easy to worked out in marriage, it requires many things like trust, faith, loyalty, understanding and most important love. This story shows how love blossom between devyansh and taashi who tied in knot of marriage. How they overcome all the obstacles and problems and stay with each other in every situation. This story also shows Rajput culture somehow. This contains Rajasthani language with it's translation. Ignore grammatical errors please.

ON HOLD (not sure if will continue this story) "Maan take it " Said 5 years old akshita, forwarding her hand which have a candy on it "I don't want it ita" 7 years old abhi said in his as usual cold voice "Please na take it I am giving it with so much love " She said smiling with her doe eyes " No" " Fine I will give it to reeyansh" She huffed and went to reeyansh " Anshhhh" She called ansh with the top of her voice "Yes di" Said 4 years old reeyansh "Take this candy" She said again forwarding her hand "Really?" "Yup" He was about to take it when abhi run to them and snatched away the candy " It's mine" he said and left Akshu and ansh looked at each other and laughed This continues till they were 15 everyday until that day when they had to leave india . . . The Raghuvanshi's are the richest family in India. They have three sons. This story is about the first son, ABHIMANYU RAGHUVANSHI aka MAAN He is known as the most ruthless businessman in India. He is a 27 year old, cold,arrogant, rude even towards his family, but will his heart melt from the warmth or he will burn her with him. Girls are dying for him and even our girl AKSHITA AGARWAL aka ITA (pronounced as e-t-t-a) while She is the death of him. A professor of an popular college in the age of 25, she is a bubbly, shy(sometimes bold), sweet, cute and lovely girl an exact opposite of him. will she be able to melt him or not let's she in the story. Disclaimer-: This story is clearly based on my imagination and it has nothing to do with the reality. The characters mentioned are not real and some places in the story may just be imagination . . . #5 in India #2 in forgotten love #4 in loveable #1 in Indianlove

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ... ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ- ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ʀɪᴠᴀᴀɴᴛʜ & ꜱʜʀᴀᴠᴀɴɪ - ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴀᴜʀʏᴀ & ɪꜱʜɪʀᴀ - ᴀ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴜᴛʏ. ᴀ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴏᴡꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀꜱ. 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓼. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮... 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽. Coming soon... 🎀

Ira never believed in curses-until an ancient one decided to believe in her. Labelled Manglik in her horoscope, she's told she's doomed to destroy the man she marries. The solution? A strange ritual marriage to a sacred peepal tree, meant to trick fate and cleanse her stars. She doesn't think much of it, until the tree is cut down... and everything starts to shift. The village grows uneasy. Animals avoid the stump. And her new husband? He speaks in riddles. Moves like someone wearing borrowed skin. Touches her like he's known her body for lifetimes. At night, Ira feels roots curl around her thighs in sleep. Wind breathes her name. And somewhere in the dark, something ancient watches with hunger and memory. She didn't just awaken a spirit. She may have invited it home. Now, Ira must face a love that doesn't ask permission. A bond born from blood, bark, and broken vows. A truth deeper than her bones, and older than the gods. A dark erotic folktale of possession, punishment, and a love that blooms from the roots of rage.