I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

अंधेरी की रात से शुरू होकर मीरा रोड के बेडरूम तक, जितिन और उसकी साली हर्षदा की यह कहानी एक कामुक और भावनात्मक रोलरकोस्टर है। मुंबई की सड़कों, बार की मद्धम रोशनी, और मरीन ड्राइव की लहरों के बीच उनकी फ्लर्टी बातें जल्दी ही जुनून और प्यार की गहराई में बदल जाती हैं। हर सिसकारी, हर टच, और हर नज़र एक हनीमून जैसी रात की कहानी बुनती है, जहां लस्ट और इमोशन्स का मेल उन्हें एक-दूसरे में खोने को मजबूर करता है। यह एक ऐसी रात है जो न भूलने वाली है, न रुकने वाली।

Her eyes widened when she saw him, she asked out, '' What are you doing here sir? Please go, my husband will reach home soon '', her chin dropped. He stated, lifting her jaw until---their eyes met,'' Do you think your so called husband can do anything to me Sunspark ? '' She interrogated, removing his fingers from her chin,'' Why are you here?---Just leave my house ''. He smirked, his eyes burning with lust and something she couldn't name----, ''You already know why I am here. If you don't want everyone to listen your moans then go to your bed, I want you on your hands and knees or else I'll make you scream like whore infront of your in laws '', she stepped back, her eyes sparkled with fear. '' No, please, I'll not do it '' , she mutters, her chest heaves with courage. '' Do you want your childrens to listen their mother's sweet moans sunspark? '' he smirked in a dangerous way, her heartbeats raises in fear and anguish. At last, She reached near the bed, she got on her all fours. ✿⁠ She's married , has a husband even two kids.She's a science teacher at a government school. ⁠ He's a politician, he's unmarried, he thinks woman fall for his physique and money, which is almost true. When her school organised an annual function, he was invited to their school as the chief guest. when he saw her, he instantly fell for her, he tried to claim her. He kidnapped her daughter so that he can make her his. She tried to rescue her daughter but ended up being trapped by him. Is he genuinely interested in her? or does he wants to exert control ? How will her husband react when he gets to know them ? Or is there are some other mysteries on the path? To know about it kindly read the story.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

BOOK 1 RAYYAN MALIK: In the glittering world of business empires, where power and wealth often define respect, stands Rayyan Malik-a man of silence, precision, and unshakable discipline. At just twenty-eight, he is counted among the top businessmen of India. Known for his serious demeanor and sharp intellect, Rayyan is a man who has never been distracted by charm, beauty, or fleeting desires. To the outside world, he appears cold and distant, but in the quiet corners of his heart lives a secret-one that has been there since childhood. Hidden in his every prayer and in the depths of his unspoken wishes lies a single name: Aayat Malik. AAYAT MALIK: At twenty-two, she is the embodiment of warmth and innocence-bubbly, carefree, and unburdened by the weight of the world. She grew up under Rayyan's watchful eyes, completely unaware that she was the center of his silent devotion. Unlike him, she is not ambitious or extraordinary in academics; she is simple, often struggling through studies, yet her charm lies in her purity. Her mornings begin with prayer, her recitation of the Qur'an, and then a return to her beloved world of dreams. Fate, in its mysterious way, answers Rayyan's lifelong prayers when Aayat becomes his bride. But what begins as the fulfillment of his silent longing soon turns into a test of trust and faith. Rayyan's love, once sacred and unwavering, becomes clouded with doubt. His mistrust pushes him into decisions that will shatter Aayat's world. Surrounded by accusations, abandoned even by her family, Aayat finds herself standing alone, her tears unheard and her innocence questioned. Yet, what no one expects is the storm that brews within her heart-the strength she discovers in her solitude. Aayat's journey, from being misunderstood to redefining her place in the world, will leave everyone astonished. And in this clash of love, betrayal, and resilience, both Rayyan and Aayat will face the true meaning of faith, loyalty, and destiny.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

Warning ⚠️ Mature content 🔞 *child marriage* she was 10 when he's 18 she was innocent girl who didn't know about marriage while he's sarpanch of village cruel dangerous. it's old fashion book so don't hate me for child marriage plot. " bhaiyaa" she scream...... "bhaiya honga tera bhai inaya" he shout he's face darkening with anger. Years later, he leaves the village and disappears into the cold streets of London. Time changes him. The boy who once ruled with anger becomes a man the world now fears - a brilliant lawyer with a dangerous silence and a darker aura. She calls him Rudra. The world calls him dangerous. " hum sarpanch hai baba humpe zor jabardasti nhi kar paoge aur na hi hame us ladki se vivah karne ke liye mana paoge" he said calmly but firmly. " tum uske ghar to jaa aao baki fir baad me dekhenge, tumhari maa ki zidd hai " he's father said with pleading.... Rudrakansh ko sirf ek hi chiz ki bookh h aur vo h respect. ~~~~ "Sarpanch jiiii, please na... aap to bohot acche hai na! Aisa mat karein... bas upar se aam phek rahi hu, pakad lo please!" ~~~~ forced marriage innocent girl × short tempered sarpanch little girl × mature man Possessive Obsession Vo kehte rahe dur raho humse , hum kehte rahe paas hi to hai A promise made in childhood... a destiny waiting to return. He always saw her as just a child, a little shadow growing up before his eyes. But the day she stood before him in a saree... something dangerous woke inside him. A desire he never wanted, a feeling he tried to fight. Because she was the same girl he had watched grow up- yet suddenly, she wasn't just a child anymore. And now... she is his obsession, his stubborn claim, his madness, his burning obsession and wild desire. 🖤 And trust me, guys- this story is worth it. Please give it a try. 🖤✨

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 #𝟏 ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ She is wounded He became her healer She lacked warmth He became her warmth Love was just a word for her Love was an unexplainable emotion for him She is his winter He is her sunshine ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 CEO of the leading fashion industry, Stardust, she is a perfectionist with a no-nonsense attitude and a rude personality. She gained the title 'Ice Queen' due to her cold demeanor, which made her employees fear and respect her. But beneath this cold exterior lies a girl with scars from her past etched deep into her soul. She stopped believing in life, in love, and lost hope of finding happiness. She has only one goal: revenge. Revenge against the people who snatched her happiness from her. Until he came... Her sunshine. Her Jaan. "And the truth was, I never craved warmth. Not once, not until I felt his." 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 He is a ray of sunshine in human form, charming, optimistic, and full of life. He joins Stardust Fashions as a manager. He believes that no darkness is too deep for light to break through. Even amid difficulties, he always maintains his bright and happy demeanor and has faith that things will work out in the end. But there is something else about him, something intriguing, another identity that he keeps hidden from the world. Until he entered her life as her replaced groom. And what begun as hate turned into love and she became... His winter. His wifey He was ready to bring down everyone who hurt her. "She's the only one I need, and I'll make sure of that, even if it means breaking and rebuilding myself around her." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Rankings: #7 in Love out of 2.51M (10/08/25) #3 in love story out of 308k (9/1/26)

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?