"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

"Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life;love illuminates it." Arjun Mehra...The Ruthless, cruel, heartless Mafia king who loves and spares no one...He lives a dangerous thrilling life in the nights and a sober one in days....He faces death everyday to shine back to his top of the world glory....He loves winning and does not care about the fair or unfair means he might take to play....He z the man not to be messed with....He z feared more than death....But Its always first time for everything in this world....What happens when his hatred gives birth to love?!. Radhika Mishra....The beautiful innocent naive girl who lives life to its fullest....She z the kindhearted soul who never holds grudges against anyone....She z most precious treasure of her father who loves her to death But what happens when she z bound to pay for the sins her father committed which she z completely unaware of....Soon her life will undergo a drastic change and her every reason to be happy about will be snatched away....She can forgive anyone But what happens when God tests her patience off limits?!.... He z her first in everything but she does not mean anything to him... Warning; Contains extreme violence and sexual content. Recommended only for 18+. Read at your own risk. Credit to cover picture goes to @Rupasunkara. ThAnk you so much dear for creating such a beautiful cover. God bless you sweety😘😘😘

Seventeen years ago, the D'Angelo...... empire burned.......A mother and her innocent daughter were declared dead, leaving behind a king without his queen and six brothers without their sister. The world believed the fire ended their story......It didn't....... Far from Italy, hidden in the mist of Indian hills, lives....... Aira.. Rathore....... - gentle, innocent, and unaware that her very blood could bring empires to their knees. Her dreams speak in tongues she doesn't understand, her nightmares bleed with violence she's never seen. Shadows follow her, enemies circle her, and the truth...... she cannot escape .......waits to be..... revealed. Because Aira isn't just an ordinary girl. She is the lost daughter of the mafia. And in the D'Angelo family, the past never...... forgives. It returns....... With vengeance........

UNS :a love series Part :1 He was the eldest of 3 sisters She was the youngest of 5 brothers He was responsible She was spoiled He had the weight of the world on his shoulders She was free as a butterfly, His mother was friend with hers Her mother wanted a responsible man for her , A man who valued relationships above all else His mother wanted someone who could make him smile. A girl who could light up his life . Hers was an innocent heart, His had no other purpose but to pump blood , He believed the heart was misleading , She believed that the brain was boring, She had never worried for a single thing , He had everything to worry for, This is the story of Neelum This is the story of Ibrahim , (Starts in march )

PREVIOUSLY : INAYAT Some people forget memories. Some hearts never do. Years ago, Veer Singhania lost the girl he loved and spent years mourning her. The problem? She never died. Inayat survived the accident that stole her memories, her family, and every trace of the life she once knew. Now, after years of living as a stranger to her own past, she finds herself standing in front of the one man who never stopped waiting for her. Veer remembers everything. Inayat remembers nothing. As old secrets surface and forgotten truths begin to unravel, they are forced to confront a question neither of them is prepared to answer: Can a love story survive when only one heart remembers how it began? Where The Heart Remembers is a slow-burn romance about lost memories, second chances, family secrets, and a love that refused to fade even when the world told it to let go.

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

❝𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒔❞ ________ READ THE EDITED VERSION OF THIS BOOK ON SCROLLSTACK. [LINK GIVEN IN BIO] ________ "I -i do - don't wa-want t-too" she somehow completes the sentence. He was furious, but her continuous rejection wasn't helping,his Male ego was definitely hurt. He was Arjun Rajvansh girls throw herselfat him, and here he wants to marry her, and she was rejecting. This fact was eating him. He never faced rejection, not in any field, but here he was facing it continuously. Now marrying Meera wasn't just for saving his family reputation or her too. But now it was the question of his self-respect also. He was doubting his decision after saying yes to the marriage, but now he was full sure that he had to do it. "You will marry me," •••••• Arjun, a billionaire businessman with a royal background, was forced to make a girl marry him, unwilling to save his-Their reputation, but soon he realized that the girl was the one who had his heart . Meera, a doctor by profession, was just attending her best friend's marriage when she caught his eyes and was forced to marry him unwillingly. Despite his wealth and status, Meera saw only the eyes of the man who had caused her past trauma. But,Arjun, captivated by Meera from the moment he saw her, soon realized she was the one who had unknowingly captured his heart. Determined to make their marriage work, he vowed to break through her walls and heal her pain, proving that he was nothing like the man who had hurt her. He would not let her go, no matter what. Meera was his. ●This book is under construction. Read at your own risk.! ●Rᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇx sᴄᴇɴᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. (Not edited.!!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) Started on:- 6th June 2020. Ended on:- 23rd February 2022 Yo

"You should meet this man, he's from a great family and you have met him",my grandfather said. "You say that about every other man",I said and he looked at me sheepishly and I grinned. "Fine I will meet him but you said I have met him which means I know him,so what's his name?",I stood up and asked. "Rajveer",he said. When Kiara Mathur received a marriage proposal from one of the most influential families of Rajasthan,she thought that it was because of her grandfather who himself was well known in the state but she did not know it was the would be groom who sent the proposal ,it was Rajveer Rathore. Rajveer whom she met 4 years ago at her cousins wedding,the same man who said he would marry her one day.