"From today I own you completely" She looked at him in confusion. His eyes were looking so intense. "From today I'm caging you completely in my life" She got a bit scared. "Rudra...." He placed his index finger on her lips. "You are mine....No matter what happens, I will never let you go away from me.... don't you even dare to think of leaving me....." His voice is reeking of pure possessiveness. "No matter what I do....you are not allowed to leave me....if you ever tried to do that, I will ......" "You what?" She asked this time. "I will punish you brutally...." "You are scaring me" Her voice shook. "You should be scared...You are mine...from today you have to adjust yourself with my feelings..." He hide her face on his chest. "My feelings are dark...I know you are scared...but this is my love...This the way I am..." She closed her eyes. She lost her courage to ask him anything. "Just never try to do anything stupid....when the time will come, I will tell you the truth" She immediately opened her eyes with a jerk. "Never try to investigate....you are not a detective....I will not appreciate this..." Her breathing got hitched on her throat. He knows!! He knows!!! He got down off the bed. Sanjh averted her gaze. He walked towards the washroom with his naked glory. "Who are you?" She finally asked by gathering her courage. He stopped on his track. "Your husband" He walked inside the washroom and slammed the door close.

She was born in loss. Her first cry was an echo of her mother's last breath. From that moment, Adhira Seghal was not the daughter of a home- she was its burden, its curse, its unspoken wound. A father who should have been her shield, turned his face away in shame. A family that should have embraced her, made her a shadow in her own house. But shadows have a language too. Adhira's was dance. Every twirl was defiance, every step a prayer, every silent rhythm a way of saying: I will not break. And then came Rudraksh Singh Shekhawat. A man carved by grief, haunted by a love that had long turned to ashes. To him, Adhira was no more than a substitute, a name on a marriage contract, a woman he swore never to love. He gave her silence, she gave him smiles. He gave her absence, she gave him devotion. He gave her cruelty, she gave him forever. And still- she stayed. She stayed when her father called her a curse. She stayed when her in-laws whispered bad omen. She stayed when Rudraksh looked through her, as though she were nothing but air in a crowded room. And when his heart bled, it was her hands that stitched it. When his body broke, it was her love that carried it. When his soul fell apart, it was her presence that held it together. But who would hold her? Who would see the fractures behind her smile? Who would hear the silence she swallowed every night? By the time the truth clawed its way into Rudraksh's heart, her light was already fading. Her body failing. Her love, unheard. This is not the story of a princess crowned with jewels, but of one crowned with scars. Not of a fairytale where love rescues, but of a tragedy where love comes too late. Adhira Seghal- the girl who stayed when the world turned away. The princess who fought with silence, and loved until it destroyed her. A story of devotion mistaken for weakness, of silence mistaken for surrender, and of a woman who was both the poetry and the ruin of her own tale.

He was never supposed to be mine. Three years older. My best friend's brother. Off-limits in every possible way. But Ansh Raizada wasn't just anyone - He was obsession dressed as charm. Silence wrapped in control. And I wanted him to lose it... for me. I saw the way his eyes lingered when he thought I wouldn't notice. I wasn't a child anymore - and I was done playing innocent. This isn't a love story. It's a slow burn set on fire. He says I shouldn't want him. But I already do. And I don't believe in stopping. This time, I'm not waiting to be chosen - I'm claiming him. Rank #3 in Romance on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #3 in India on 22/03/2026🥉 Rank #2 in New Adult on 21/03/2026🥈 Rank #3 in Matureaudience on 05/07/2026🥉

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.

I told you to distract my father, not kiss him dude... He is not gay!! It's not my fault, It's the damn saree that's making me all Girly!! Then take it off!! I don't know bro..... I kinda look cute in it..😏😏 Dipen an orphaned studying MBA with his best friend - Sachin. One day Sachin came up to Dipen with an Odd request, distracting his estranged father Mr l. Sudhir for a few hours so Sachin can finally spend some time with his Girlfriend Nidhi. But dipen went overboard dressing up as dipali and seducing Mr. sudhir. Now how will Dipen manage his love life and promise to his friend. Will Sachin accept his best friend, a man as his mother?

Vihaan is fresh on campus and struggling to survive strict rules and organic chemistry. He finds a distraction in his quiet, mask-wearing classmate Dhruv, whose dark eyes are a little too captivating. Everything changes during a late-night study session when Vihaan finally drops his guard and comes out as bisexual-only for Dhruv to quietly one-up him by saying he's pansexual. Suddenly, a chaotic new friendship turns into something with a whole lot of trouble. Cover by @nyan_rasgulla

I was cornered in my room.. they all were here. I was sitting on antrey's lap with his hands around me like chains.. he was breathing me as if I'm the last bit of oxygen there left to survive. Abrasha was kneeling in front of me he kept his hold on my chin.. he was so close to my face that if I breath out our lips would touch. Then he moved closer to my side and whispered " Still don't remember us, kid...?" he knows I'm lying.. But he still wants to hear it from me.. I took out a shaky breath and answer him in small whisper... "no" " Lie " Anton says this... he come closer and kneel beside his brother. " You're lying. " he tells me while holding my eyes with his mismatching ones. " and liers get punished.." he says with smile that doesn't reach his eyes. NOTE: I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES SHOWN IN STORY. CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE OWNER. THE STORY CONTAIN BELOW THEMES, THE AUTHOR SUPPORTS NONE OF IT'S. Assisted suicide Possesive behavior Violence Gore Give it a try. Thank you. Sincerely, Your Writer.

At 21, Ananya is full of dreams, innocence, and mischief-her world bright with possibilities. At 32, Aarav Malhotra is the epitome of control: a strict, no-nonsense businessman who's seen too much of the world to believe in fairytales. They couldn't be more different. Or more perfect for each other. Forced into an arranged marriage with her brother's best friend, Ananya is determined to hate the man who seems so cold and unyielding. But Aarav sees what no one else does-her vibrant energy, her endearing clumsiness, and the way she makes his heart race in ways he can't control. "You don't have to like me, Ananya," he says, his voice low and possessive, "but you'll learn to love me. Because I won't let you go. Ever." An age-gap, brothers-best-friend romance filled with sizzling chemistry, heartfelt moments, and a love so fierce it burns through every barrier.

When Aanya Kapoor, the spirited little sister of his best friend, confesses her love, Arjun Malhotra laughs it off before his entire friend circle-shattering her heart with a single careless moment. Four years and a lifetime of regrets later, Aanya returns from London as a brilliant doctor-poised, guarded, and determined to never let Arjun hurt her again. Back in Delhi for her brother's lavish wedding, Aanya finds herself at every turn facing the boy she once loved-now a powerful hotel CEO haunted by his mistake. He's desperate to make things right, but the old wounds have only deepened. As sparks fly, secrets surface, and ex-lovers stir the pot, Arjun must prove he's worthy of a second chance. Surrounded by meddling cousins, overprotective brothers, and the chaos of big Indian families, can Arjun rewrite their story? Or will Aanya's heart stay locked behind the walls he built himself? This is a story of heartbreak and healing, of family, forgiveness, and the courage it takes to risk everything for the love that never

They said the Singh Mansion had ghosts. Not the kind that howled - the kind that watched. When Veer stepped inside its gates, the air shifted. Too still. Too knowing. Like the walls remembered. No one said why Aarav brought him back. Not even Veer. The heir's eyes held no welcome. Only silence. Cold. Calculated. And somewhere beneath it... a wound still bleeding. His mother warned him, once: "Some houses don't keep people. They swallow them." Now she sleeps in a locked room. And Veer dreams of doors that close too softly. Footsteps that never echo. And the man at the end of the hall - Something had begun long before he arrived. And it was waiting to finish with him.