Book 1 of FORBIDDEN series. #Aanya and Viraj. A college student who becomes pet of her professor due to circumstances. A highly mature smut novel with a loose plot which is no better than bullshits. Genre: BDSM, Erotica. Not suitable for under 18. 🔞 Trigger Warning This novel is intended for 18+ mature readers. It contains adult themes including explicit intimacy, BDSM elements, dark romance dynamics, toxic behaviour, emotional intensity, toxic relationship patterns, and morally grey ML. Reader discretion is advised. The situations and relationships shown are fictional and dramatized. Proceed at your own risk.

𝘼 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. ✵━━━━━━━━༒━━━━━━━━✵ 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 The ruthless and cunning CEO of Singhania Industries, a multinational corporation that dominates the business world. She's known for her sharp wit, impeccable style, and unyielding determination but also for being cold and unforgiving. But what the world doesn't know is that behind the act of being cold, there was a young girl who was handed an empire at twenty-two and told not to let it fall. And as the daughter of the infamous Italian Mafia, Arohi has some other responsibilities to fulfill over her own desires. 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 Her loyal and dedicated assistant. He's been by her side for years, handling everything from her schedule to her secrets. But some of his secrets are meant to be hidden from the rest of the world, especially from her. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯 The ruthless Russian Mafia boss but no one really knows who he is. His hidden identity carries some deepest darkest secrets of the past which led to his obsession with revenge. ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── What will happen when the lines between the assistant and the boss begin to blur? What will happen when Arohi figures out Aditya's secret? Who is Aleksei Sokolov? What is his secret? ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── Happy reading ♡

"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

🌹✨ His Obsession to Keep ✨🌹 A College Romance by @kiara_azira03 💫 This is the story of Rishaan Singh Raghuvanshi & Ananya Rathore 💫 A boy who thrived in control... and a girl who refused to be tamed. 🎓 She was the campus golden girl. 🌞 Too bright. Too fearless. Too stubborn to notice danger lurking in plain sight. 🔥 And he was that danger Rishaan, all sharp lines, colder-than-ice eyes, and a silence that dared her to break it. From the first moment, he claimed her. Not for love. Not for friendship. For obsession. She called him a wolf; he called her Khargosh. She wanted warmth, comfort, love. He wanted fire, chaos, possession. With stolen glances in the library... With coffee deliveries she didn't ask for... With his eyes tracking her every move, even from the shadows... He told her he didn't do love. He told her to keep her distance. But somewhere between her defiance and his madness... She became his addiction. His need. His obsession. "Khargosh... tum samajhti kyun nahi? Tum meri aadat ban gayi ho... aur main aadaton ko chhodta nahi." ❤️🔥 ⸻ ☀️ She fell first. 💔 He fell deeper. 💋 And now, he's never letting her go. ⸻ 📖 From the world of His Rani, His Ruin 👑🩸 Rishaan & Ananya's story is a standalone, but exploring His Rani, His Ruin will reveal the Raghuvanshi family's empire of power, passion ❤️, pride ⚔️... and the obsession that refuses to let go 🔗💞 ⸻ #RishaanAndAnanya #HisObsessionToKeep #CollegeRomance #GrumpySunshine #IndianRomance #FromTheWorldOfHisRaniHisRuin #CampusLove #ObsessiveLove #SlowBurn #PossessiveHero #SheFellFirstHeFellHarder #RaghuvanshiSeries #RomanceBooks #DarkRomanceVibes #BookBoyfriend

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]