🌼𑁍 सिंदूर से बदला 𑁍🌼 [🔥Revenge through Vermillion ] One midnight ritual. A forest mandir surrounded by guns. A forced vow that shatters two worlds. 🩷Noor Sehgal is the innocent daughter of a CBI officer, used as a pawn in a game she never signed up for. 🩶Reyansh Raizada is the underworld's cold-blooded king, a man who doesn't believe in forgiveness-only in debts. He didn't marry her for love. He married her to watch her father bleed. He marks her forehead with sindoor not as a blessing, but as a brand of ownership. She is his prisoner. He is her ruin. But as the lines between hatred and obsession blur, Noor must realize that the man who stole her freedom might be the only one standing between her and a far darker fate. 🥀"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫... 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞."🥀 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐𝟏+ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

✨ 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

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Child marriage Complete........

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

Singhania series- Book 2 ✨Aarksh Singh Solanki,30 years old,self made billionaire ,Have Soft Side only for her,Took Her Responsibility when he was only 18. ✨Saanjh,18 years old,House wife(Have dream of studying further), innocent,shy,timid,Got Married when she was only 6. "Aallsh Baba... don't go... please... I don't want you to go..." she sobbed miserably, her small hands reaching out instinctively. Aarksh knelt down to her level, his eyes softening as he looked at her tear-streaked face. "Gudiya... shhh... it's okay," he murmured gently, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I have to go for my studies, but I will come back to you. I promise, okay?" Saanjh's sobs grew louder, her little body shaking as she clung to his hands. "But... I don't want... you to leave......" Her innocent voice cracked, and she buried her face against his chest. ✨In a village where girls are treated as burdens, little Saanjh's innocence hides a world of secrets and danger. Forced into a life she doesn't understand, she steps into the grand Solanki Haveli-where Aarksh, the young heir, becomes her protector. But can anyone truly guard her from the shadows that linger... even within these walls? A gripping tale of stolen childhood, hidden threats, and a fragile bond tested by fate. 👉starting -27th sept,2025

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

ANANYA : "I can't help but let my heart stumble for his mischievous yet innocent childlike smile." A young girl, hurt deeply by her own family, grows up to become a cold and heart broken woman. Her painful past makes her hard and unfeeling, driving her to pursue power with a heart that has long forgotten warmth. But what happens when she is forced to marry a man who is mentally a child? *********** RIHAAN : "Cinderella said that if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true." A 26 years old man child who is still unaware of the dark world around him. He is told by his mother that he will soon have a friend who will be with him as a partner. But for how long? Will she be able to give him the love and care he always wished? The heart that is devoid of any warmth, how will it handle the warmth of that childlike heart of his? Will this forced marriage bring any good in the life of the heart broken woman? Dive in to know their cute but troubled life!!

Set in 1947, in a small village near Jalandhar, Punjab-a place where faith once lived quietly beside familiarity. Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs shared courtyards, festivals, wells, and generations of trust, never imagining that identity could one day outweigh humanity. When the announcement of Partition came, it did not arrive with understanding-but with fear. What had simmered for months erupted in hours. Neighbors who once exchanged sweets now spoke in whispers. Streets remembered footsteps that would never return. By the next dawn, the village no longer recognized itself. Amid the spreading riots and rising hatred, Zubiya Sheikh and her family joined the desperate tide fleeing toward the newly formed Pakistan. In the chaos of the railway station-crowded with cries, smoke, and gunshots-Zubiya was separated from her family. Left behind in a world that had suddenly turned hostile, she ran through the very streets that had raised her, hunted by fear, clinging to dignity, praying for a miracle. That miracle arrived in the form of Dhruv Chaudhari. Defying the madness of the time, Dhruv took Zubiya under his name-an act that challenged religion, law, and survival itself. What began as protection soon became a burden of promise, responsibility, and unspoken love. In a world determined to divide, they stood bound by a choice neither had planned. As the country burns and borders harden, destiny asks its cruelest question: Will love endure when the world insists on hatred-or will history claim them as it has claimed so many before?