"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

Love & Passion (LP) : Book Two "He forged their fate to claiming her as his own ,regardless of anyone's approval, now they are bound as one for all eternity" ~#nishan "They were a clash of stars, never meant to align, yet fate's hand forced their orbits together" ~#amarta

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Him- "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃 𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆- '𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒂'" Her- "𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒔𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂... 𝒂𝒃 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒍𝒊." Them- "𝑱𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒉 𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊, 𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒉 𝒌𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂." "𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 '𝒎𝒂𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓' 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆" ------------------------------ A 23-year-old girl, Misandrist, fierce as a tempest, vows to shatter society's chains-gender norms, marriage traps, the illusion of love. But secrets slither in the dark, and trust cuts deeper than any knife. Her ambition carves empires, her heart a fortress-until a shadowed force, raw and relentless, claims her soul. Him. This isn't love. It's a war of obsession, where women rise to rule and men must match their fire. Devotion here is a vow, desire a weapon, truth a blaze. Obsession?-Everything. Dive into a saga of rebellion, passion, and twists that'll sear your heart. Warning: Mature themes-intense romance, Dark romance, betrayal, and untamed desire. My writing isn't here to criticize other religions or point out mine. It's just the way I want it to be written. I respect each and every person and their beliefs. Please ignore if you don't want

"ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴋʜᴡᴀᴀʙ, ᴍᴇʀᴀ sᴀʏᴀ ʏᴀ ᴘʜɪʀ ᴍᴇʀɪ ʜᴀᴋɪᴋᴀᴛ." A love story of two people Sanaya Joshi and Aryansh Singh Oberoi. two souls written by fate, bound by choices, and tested by darkness.

"Ye ishq nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariya hai," she said softly, her gaze locked on his face. The night was silent around them, as if the world had paused just to listen. A faint, fragile smile touched her lips, while her eyes glistened with emotions she couldn't hold back-fear, love, and surrender all tangled together. "Agar sangini Aap rahogi," he replied, his voice calm yet resolute, as he lifted both his hands and gently cupped her cheeks, "toh is ssg ke dariye ko bhi paar kar hsm sath par kar lenge" His thumbs brushed away the moisture gathering near her eyes. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead-protective. "Ek baat kahein?" she asked hesitantly, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she needed his presence to stay steady. He nodded, pulling her just a little closer, silently telling her that she could say anything to him. "Aaj raat... hum aapke hona chahte hain, Rans ji. har tareeke se," she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart racing wildly against her ribs. The words left her lips like a confession. She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips-timid, yet full of longing. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, his arms sliding around her waist, drawing her into the safety of his embrace. His forehead rested against hers, giving her space to breathe, to decide. "More than sure," she whispered back against his lips, her breath warm...

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

He is the pefect definition of Satan in the Sheep's couture. #3 The Desi Psychopath series But now the Satan will shut up, when she will speak He had her. All of her. She gave him all that she could. Her heart, her soul. Her everything. She showed him her side that was not for the outer world. She was a perfect baddie but, had a soft side...reserved only for him. He loved her more than he himself knew. But.. Just one mistake. And he lost everything. Now he craves for her and would do anything to get her back. What would happen when he would get to know something unexpected in his way to get her. Will she agree? ~I've never been a Saint, but her power got me on my knees~

BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

➳ Wattpad Picks ~ ❝Angels don't lie, but you do. If I'm a devil, what are you?❞ When Burq loses his memory in an accident and doesn't remember his own wife anymore, Leyla finds it a chance to escape her beastly husband and pretends to be his friend instead. But how long can she play tricks to tame the beast? Or will she actually turn his heart into gold? ➳ Started: July 2, 2020. Completed: November 22, 2020. ➳ Featured on Wattpad Explorer, Romance, Adult Fiction, Spiritual, General Fiction, ESL and Undiscovered profiles. Highest ranking #1 - Pakistan