His fingers trailed along her cheek. Gentle. Possessive. Dangerous. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled... fought... got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him, was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me..." His expression flickered, something ancient, something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

Some vows are made out of love. Some are born from pure necessity. And some-are cursed from the very beginning. In a world where no relationship is safe from judgment, what happens when the sacred bond between an uncle and his niece is twisted into something far more forbidden? Aayansh Rajvanshi-the cold-blooded trillionaire and reigning king of Mewar-lives in a palace of power and silence. But when his deceitful ex-wife threatens to steal custody of their daughter, he makes a decision that chills even his own soul: He marries his eighteen-year-old niece. Aarvi Agrawal-young, innocent, and raised to see him as a father figure-is suddenly thrust into a marriage that defies reason and morality. She was never meant to be a wife. Never meant to be his. What began as a cold legal arrangement soon spirals into a maze of dangerous emotions. In a house where silence screams and boundaries bleed, their relationship morphs into a forbidden obsession neither of them can control. Is it love born in the fire of sacrifice-or a curse destined to destroy them both? He became her husband to save his daughter. But in doing so, he may lose his soul... and take hers with him. #ForbiddenLove #Contract Marriage #AgeGapRomance (18 x 32)

In the somber depths of mourning, Chris, a grieving father in his twilight years, and Eliana, his daughter-in-law, are bound by an irrevocable tragedy-the loss of the young man they both loved. Amidst the shadows of their shared sorrow, they confront a tempest of emotions, grief-stricken memories, and long-held resentments. As they navigate the treacherous terrain of their strained relationship, an unexpected and fragile connection begins to form. "My Son's Wife" is a poignant tale of love and loss, an exploration of the intricate dance between two souls seeking solace in the wake of a devastating loss, and a journey toward healing that defies the boundaries of age and expectation.

"Get out," I whispered again, looking into his deep brown eyes. His brows furrowed. "I can't leave you in this condition." A lone tear slipped from my eye. "You're the only person responsible for this condition." He swallowed hard and lay down beside me. "I said-" I tried to get up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace again. His arms wrapped tightly around me. I stopped struggling. His warmth, his scent... after four years, I finally felt at peace. My face was buried in his chest. "Why aren't you leaving me?" I whispered. He looked down, his gaze intense. "Because I can't," he admitted. "I'm not able to." I bit my lip, my heart aching. ___________________________________ "You look beautiful," I said, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Come up with something new. Half of your guests already used that line," she muttered. I stared into her kohl-lined eyes. "Is that so?" She hummed in response. "Then how about this-" I leaned close to her ear. "You look like mine," I whispered before pressing a soft kiss against her earlobe. She shuddered. I was about to trail kisses down her neck when she whispered, "I'm sleepy." I chuckled and pulled back. She strolled toward the staircase, taking slow steps, struggling with her four-inch pencil heels and the heavy saree. Will she ask for my help? Nope. I sighed and walked toward her. --- GRUMPY × SUNSHINE

"They're not just her breasts. They're my peace, my joy, my therapy... my girls." Reyansh is a grown man. A husband. A businessman. But the moment he walks through the front door, he transforms into a boy who only wants one thing: Her breasts. To him, Ishita's body isn't just beauty-it's home. He talks to her nipples like friends. He stretches them like rubber toys. He plays games, rides them like motorcycle handles, and worships them like gods. And Ishita? She never says a word. She just watches. Smiles. And lets him love her in the most childlike, bizarre, and tender way. From milk delivery fantasies to nipple remote controls, From marker drawings to breast birthdays- this is not a story about lust. It's about comfort. A boyish man healing his deepest wounds in the softness of the woman he trusts the most. And two breasts that became his entire world.

When a victim seeks out for the best advocate, he accepts to fight for her in return for sex as his fees. Anandi, a woman who lost it all, her sick mother hospitalised and her once a rich businessman father in jail fighting for justice. Anandi was a privileged daughter who got everything, got treated like a princess but everything changed when his father's business got bankrupted and he was put to jail, mother who couldn't handle it anymore got sick and bedridden. unaware of how the world works she goes to the high court and decides to take help from the best prosecuter, she expected a high fees but in return he wanted nothing more than her body. Things might sound easy, A poor woman and a rich man, first sex then love then happy ending. but every night she spends with him, she feels like he has more agenda than he reveals, something dark and dangerous for her, why does his eyes hold hatred for her? as he passionately thrusts inside her? is he just a stranger? or a man from the past she can't remember.

❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝... This is a DARK and SPICY story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Lots of Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/Killing -Do

She escaped one powerful man... only to be hunted by another. Wrongfully accused of kidnapping a child, Emma Carter finds herself entangled with ruthless billionaire Nathan Sterling-the boy's father. Cold. Powerful. Relentless. Now, her innocence is weaponized-and her womb is the key to his child's survival. Trapped between a dark past and a dangerous future, Emma must make an impossible choice: surrender her body... or lose everything. But can she survive the war between two powerful men who both want her-for entirely different reasons?

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

At the age of 20, he saw her for the first time, and something inside him changed forever. Every glance, every word, every memory of her pulled him closer into an obsession he could neither fight nor forget. She had captured his heart-and his soul would never be free again 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞