"𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲."

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Three Mafia sisters. Three broken men. Raised in blood and fire-three sisters Ira, Isha, and Aisha. They rule the underworld with ruthless hearts and buried pain in their hearts. But when they cross paths with three vulnerable men-Ishaan, Rivaan, and Devansh; three best friends who are bound by secrets, scars, and survival of deep torment. One is a waiter, another is deaf maths professor and then comes the male pr(stitute. None of them were ready for the storm these women would bring in their lives. And the sisters? They didn't expect to fall not in love, but into something darker. Deeper. More dangerous. Started on : 13 March 2026 Ended on :

She owns my heart, my brain and... my bed. In short, she owns 𝓂𝑒. -Vikrant Rana #Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone

Book 2 of 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 & 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ♡𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸♡ 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 ~❝From almost lost... to finally yours.❞ ☆───────────────♡₊˚ˑ Akshat Vyas, an ambiverted 17-year-old boy studying in 12th standard and a maths student. He doesn't like to mingle with new people, but with his people he loves to yap non-stop. He dislikes studying because, according to him, knowledge without skill is a waste. So, he himself is working on a skill that intrigues him, that is, hacking and coding. He is working day and night on it. According to him, love-shup is a waste of time and he stays away from these kinds of things. He only wishes to become the best coder and hacker in the world and wants to build his legacy which will be known to the world till the end of it. Will he be able to achieve his dreams? According to him, love-shup is a waste, but what will happen when he finds himself falling head over heels over his childhood friend? Let's see. ☆° Sanvi Desai, an extroverted 17-year-old girl studying in 12th standard and a biology student. She hates studying but somehow ends up topping every exam. She loves dancing, and how can we forget that the most she loves is irritating people. Her face always has a smile plastered on it that helps her hide her traumas and vulnerability. Though she always wishes for someone to see through it and love her true self, which definitely is not perfect; rather, it is bruised. She wants someone to love her-Suffocatively. Passionately. Hardly. Obsessively. Will she find someone who will love her like she wants? Is there someone who is born for her-just for her? Let's see. 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (❁'◡'❁)

At eleven Saanvi Malhotra fell for her brother's best friend What started as a childish crush slowly turned into something deeper something she never let go of Years later she meets him again Akshat Agnihotri Only this time he isn't just a memory he's her professor Cold Distant Untouchable But Saanvi doesn't stop She chases him Leaves him notes Gifts Feelings he never asked for To her it was love To him it was nothing Until one day she confesses in front of everyone And he rejects her Harshly I never loved you That day breaks something inside her Now she's no longer the girl who chased him And when their paths cross again things aren't the same anymore She once ran after him Now he might be the one chasing her But some wounds don't heal no matter how late the apology comes Tropes:- Childhood Crush Brother's Best Friend Professor × Student Age Gap Romance Obsessive Love One-Sided Love Public Confession Harsh Rejection Heartbreak & Regret Cold Male Lead Strong Female Lead Slow Burn Painful Reunion

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love

"𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 " ___________________________________________ "Why am I so special to you? ", he looked at her in mild disbelief, his gaze drinking in her every moment as if etching them to his heart " You are precious, Angel. And the fact that you are mine makes you even more irresistible for me", he cupped her face, pecking her forehead before engulfing in his embrace. "What if I-i break your trust ? ", She slowly whispered , unsure if it was right to ask him that mere thing even in casualty. His grip immediately tightened around her petite figure, fingers pressing on her waist as if staking his claim over her, " You won't and if you did, we'll find out what to do with you". He husked in her ear, though he didn't revealed what he would do, but his grip around her told her everything she needed to know.

𝗞𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁 has always believed Neelkanth Rawat is nothing more than his best friend. The possessive bastard who gets jealous too easily. The hothead who starts fights over nothing. The boy who's always somewhere behind him. Kahan has never asked why. He thinks it's childish. For he doesn't know how far that quiet, childish possessiveness can go. That he was 𝗵𝗶𝘀. Even if it 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝.