"What are you doing?" she asked breathing heavily as he did not pull out when he was supposed to because she wasn't on birth control and he did not wear a condom. "Filling your belly with my child, Solnyshko" he replied forcing more aggressively, knowing very well she was ovulating as he keeps track of her menstrual cycles. "Don't, Leni, please..." she begged holding his arm, scratching it. She's 21, He's 31. He will do anything to keep her with him. Celibate MMC till he met her Possessive MMC Br**ding kink Bad Boy X Good Girl Russian X Indian Age Gap Enemies to Lovers [Banter] For the ones who fear love's light, may you be forever haunted by it.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

🖤 Genre: Dark Desi Erotic Romance 💢 Vibe: Hate-marriage | Enemies-to-lovers | Powerplay | Smut-laced emotional unraveling 🏛️ Setting: New Delhi - elite corridors, government bungalows, high society scandal Tara Sen - She's the rebellious, spoilt daughter of a powerful IAS officer -~ wild, untamed, and unapologetically herself. Ishan Maitra - He's a young, cold, righteous IAS officer - disciplined, strict, and bound by tradition. Forced into a marriage neither wanted, their worlds collide with fiery resentment and sizzling desire. She mocks tradition; he enforces it. She dresses to provoke; he preaches restraint. But every argument ends with bruising kisses and lingering glances and desperate hungry nights that neither can resist. He ruled the law. She broke every one. Then they were bound by the one law neither could escape - marriage. 🥇#1- IAS 🥇#1- Aristocrat 🥇#1- Hot husband 🥇#1- Strong 🥉#3- Lead ⚠️ Disclaimer: If you're looking for tea and polite kisses, move along. This story serves heavy-duty smut with zero apologies - think tangled sheets, savage desire, and a wife who's too hot to handle. Prepare to blush, swoon, and question all your life choices. You've been warned. 😈🔥 For the brave only. 🔥💋

BOOK 4 IN THE MARRIAGE & REVENGE SERIES

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Mishti Agarwal wasn't looking for love-just a new city, a chaotic hostel life, and the freedom she'd always dreamed of. But Mumbai comes with unexpected detours: intimidating seniors, unspoken rules, and a boy she really wishes she hadn't bumped into. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. And he doesn't care-especially not about juniors like her. But when power meets defiance, and silence meets curiosity, the lines begin to blur. In a college where first impressions last, and names carry weight, Mishti finds herself tangled in a mess she swore she'd never enter. This isn't a love story. It's a collision. And it's only the beginning.