✧____________(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)_____________✧ 🪷 "Her innocent king" season 2 "🪷 "You never told me... you're a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan's voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me... and your lover... every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status... not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice... is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours... and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can't trust you anymore... and I don't love you. We're no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn't move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard... and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

[UPDATE: EVERY SATURDAY ] Book 2 : Modern monarch AU Aditri, the beloved princess of Vijaynagar, has always belonged to Aryamaan Singh Ranawat, the second prince of Aryavrat. She has loved him her whole life, dreaming of the day they would be together. But after stepping into his world as his bride, she discovers that nothing is as it seemed. Promises shatter, illusions crumble . She was promised to him but turns out he was promised to someone else . How will Aditri win him back or she will give up once she found out the truth ?

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫" "𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 '𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵' 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 " {🄳🄰🅁🄺 🅁🄾🄼🄰🄽🄲🄴} ___________________________ Revaan Singhania , the biggest CEO of India was obsessed with a girl, Naina Malhotra who turns to be his rival. He stayed away from her, waited for her, stalked her for years and removed every obstacles from her way. Unbeknownst to him, Naina herself was obsessed with him and had stalked him for three years. They both finally meet, their got arranged. She thinks it was a miracle , but only if she knew he had manipulated both his and her family. Everything was on line. But then, a 21 year old girl, Mia Advani, the girl of nightmares,enters in their lifes. She had a dangerous obsession with him. But in reality she wasn't really obsessed with him, instead she was obsessed with the man who had saved her years ago. Due to few circumstances, she assumes that man to be revaan singhania, but in reality he was, Viaan Oberoi. The one was searching her from 12 years because both were childhood sweetheart. He stalks, and force mia into marriage so he could possess her his. Mia starts to hate him, unaware that he is her childhood love, her dream and her only obsession. Now read to find out how four persons change their destinies to get what they want , Or Will destiny play a game and destroy everything by misconceptions? 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭-𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦-𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🎀🌷

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

•̲𝑿̲𝒂̲𝒗̲𝒊̲𝒆̲𝒓̲ ̲𝑽̲𝒊̲𝒕̲𝒂̲𝒍̲𝒆̲ ̲:̲ ̲𝐻̲𝑒̲𝓇̲ ̲𝐹̲𝓁̲𝒶̲𝓂̲𝑒̲ 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢.My moth. I want to wrap that word around her throat like a curse until she understands she is the only thing I have ever loved and she is the only thing I am not allowed to have. She thinks I don't see her. Thinks the way I turn my back is dismissal. She is wrong. I count her breaths when she is near. I memorize the way her lower lip catches between her teeth when she reads. The vein at her wrist that pulses like a trapped bird when I stand too close. •𝑽̲𝒂̲𝒍̲𝒆̲𝒓̲𝒊̲𝒂̲ ̲𝑹̲𝒐̲𝒎̲𝒂̲𝒏̲𝒐̲𝒗̲ ̲:̲ ̲𝐻̲𝒾̲𝓈̲ ̲𝑀̲𝑜̲𝓉̲𝒽̲ 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 The boy who became my shadow and then my cage. He hates me. I know he does, in the way he ignores my existence and hates my presence in his personal space. He is the bruise I am forbidden to touch. It is wrong. It is twisted. We are carved from the same grief, wearing the labels of forbidden terms like armor we can't take off. 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴, "𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚" 𝗯𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸.