Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

[Book #1 of the '𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐' Series] ╰┈➤ Can be read as a standalone. ⋆˙⟡ DESI ROMANCE ⟡˙⋆ 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐖𝐀 × 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘 When Viraj Chaudhary steps into the Bajwa haveli, he expects a quiet, traditional welcome - not a bucket of cold water splashed over him by none other than Siya Bajwa. Their first meeting is a complete disaster - messy, awkward, and unforgettable. But hidden beneath the laughter, awkward silences, and teasing smiles, a quiet bond begins to bloom. It's shy at first, a spark growing stronger with every stolen glance and unspoken word. Tied together by an arranged marriage, Viraj and Siya are drawn into a journey they never planned - where clumsy beginnings turn into deep, unexpected love. Set against the vibrant backdrop of the early 2000s India, this heartwarming story shows how sometimes, the best love stories begin with a splash. "𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆" ✿︎𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦✿︎ ~ ARRANGE MARRIAGE ~ AGE GAP ~ SOFT ROMANCE ~ 2000'S INDIAN BACKDROP ~ GHAR KA BADA BETA ×GHAR KI CHOTI BETI ~ SMUT ◾Started on: 27/4/2025 𝐀/𝐍: Your vote and comment would been a lot to me. Thank you for supporting 💌🤍

"I am sorry... for denying the honeymoon suddenly. And thank you... for defending me downstairs." I inhaled deeply. Stood up. Faced him. There was confidence in my posture-not arrogance, not bitterness. Just certainty. His aura still intimidated me, of course. Par uss aura ka laur-rehne deti hu. I spoke calmly. "Rakshas-" I corrected myself immediately, "-mera matlab, Ranawat Sahab... yo maine tere khatar na kiya. Apne khatar kiya se." {-I mean, Mr. Ranawat... I didn't do this for you. I did it for myself.} He folded his arms, studying me carefully. "Woh kyukar, vakeel sahiba?" he asked. {How? Advocate madam.} I met his gaze without flinching. "Ji? Ib main kise paraye mard gail honeymoon pe thodi na ja saku hun."

The girls, who are afraid or haunted by their past. Who wants to achieve everything and prove this world wrong that regarding their mindset girls can't do anything. They will do everything to find themselves and not get manipulated. All those men who don't listen to this society and support their women, who truly know the meaning of love. The boys, who were once criticised for being emotional and forced to slash their heart. The girls, who endured this society's harsh words but still decided to stand tall and shut their mouths off. They may not be perfect, but together, they create a world where, if someone visits, they would feel beloved and cherished. Tropes: ☆Age gap ☆Professor x Student ☆Love at first sight ☆Hate to love ☆Cousin marrige ☆Arrange marrige ☆Love after marriage ☆Family feud ☆Family Constraints

Forbidden Desire Series - II She was his daughter's best friend. He was her forbidden fantasy. Kabir Singh Ahlawat - 40. A man carved like sin itself. With ocean-blue eyes that strip your soul bare, a towering 6'6 frame that dominates every room, and a tattooed back hiding years of unspoken secrets. He was power, silence, and temptation wrapped in one dangerously irresistible package. Shrishti Tiwari - 21. Sweet, sexy, and untouched. With a sinful figure, chestnut brown eyes that spark curiosity, and legs that could tempt a god. She wasn't just beautiful-she was off-limits... until she knocked on the wrong door of desire. He was twice her age. But some sins don't care about rules. This isn't just a love story. This is possession. Obsession. Corruption. Because once you taste your Daddy's Favourite Sin, you'll never crave anything else. Welcome to the darkest fantasy you'll never forget... 💋🔥

★𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙈 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙏★ FORBIDDEN DESIRE SERIES - I It isn't like your usual reverse harem stories. This is A reverse harem story where one woman is relentlessly claimed by the dark, dominant alphas who crave her body-and break her soul. Three mafia legacy kings. One woman. A wildfire they can't control. No mercy. No rules. Just raw obsession. What happens when three broken men-scarred by betrayal and blood-see one woman and lose control? Can obsession become salvation... or destruction? Will she fear them... or crave their touch? Are you ready to lose yourself.....Completely?

Forbidden Desire - III Two opposite souls, carved in the game of sinful madness-drawn together by desire, torn apart by fate. Viraj Rathod, 34 Viraj is the kind of professor who commands attention the moment he enters the room. Tall, lean, and well-built, he has an intensity in his dark eyes that's hard to ignore - sharp, focused, and a little intimidating. His neatly styled black hair and sharp features make him look effortlessly put-together, but there's a restless energy beneath his calm exterior. He's strict and professional with everyone else, but there's an unmistakable possessiveness that surfaces whenever Sanwari's around - a quiet control he doesn't try to hide. Sanwari Mishra, 21 Sanwari is bright and spirited, with a graceful presence that makes her stand out without trying. A krishn devotee, her warm brown eyes hold a mix of innocence and determination, like she's ready to take on the world but isn't afraid to be vulnerable. Her long, dark hair frames her expressive face, She's new to the game, but her curiosity and quiet fire make her a magnetic challenge to Viraj's strict control, exactly what draws him in and holds him captive. What happens when desire whispers louder than reason, and the line between right and wrong fades in the heat of a single glance? My Professor Copyright © 2025 All Rights Reserved

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

"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. ​