Vaidehi Rajguru is soft where the world has been cruel. Betrayed by the man she loved, used, and humiliated, she is left carrying a lie that was never hers-that she was only good for one night. Scarred but still standing, Vaidehi isn't searching for love anymore-only for a way to breathe without shame. Rudra Vardhan is control wrapped in darkness. An alpha who doesn't believe in permanence, emotions, or second chances. One day-that's all he allows himself. One indulgence, convinced that desire will fade and attachment will dissolve. But Vaidehi is not something he can walk away from. As a stalker's shadow begins to close in, threatening to unravel her fragile sense of safety, Rudra's restraint starts to fracture. What begins as possession without touch turns into something far more dangerous-devotion. The kind that watches, guards, and claims without permission. This is a slow-burn, steamy romance filled with unspoken longing, emotional healing, and rising suspense-where love doesn't rush, but consumes... and where being claimed doesn't always require a touch.

"𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖, 𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙢 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙚, 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖..." ______________ His eyes follow her everywhere, piercing through crowds, through walls, through her very soul. At first, she thought it was harmless, a fleeting infatuation. But..she was wrong. So, so wrong. His love isn't gentle, it's violent and unrelenting, a storm that tears through everything she holds dear. He leaves her notes that no one else can see. Gifts that feel more like warnings. Whispers that echo in her head long after he is gone. He doesn't want her to love him back. He wants her to belong to him. And when she tries to pull away, he tightens his grip. They say love can save you. But his love? It will destroy her.. ___________________ Saanvi Mehra, a hardworking girl leading a simple yet peaceful life, gets trapped in the obsession of a ruthless billionaire, the one who wears the facade of a gentleman in front of the whole world, Arjun Vardhan. He scares her, threatens her and does everything to break her. In the end, there's only one question, who will break first?

(Book 3 of 'YOU ARE MINE ' series ) "𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝." She likes him, but he is unaware of that. He has a strong desire for her, but he also maintains a distance from her. He thinks she is kind. Kindness is something he knows nothing about. "𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡." -𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨-𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 '𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬'." -𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Well let's see all the twists and turns their life is going to bring.....

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |

The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

She was gazing at him with hurt as his words repeatedly echoing in her ears "𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑬𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂, 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎" Aadish was looking back at her with disgust yet anger in his deep menacing orbs, he held her bangle filled hands tightly and sneered "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖" She felt pain by his holding, But this was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling in her heart. Her tears rolled down as he left her with a jerk, while remarking "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆". Eshnaa saw him going as mumbled with deep despair "par mene toh aapse pyaar kiya tha", she clenched her pallu as tears were flowing furiously.... .......... '𝘼𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙜𝙖𝙡' grumpy, arrogant, and prideful man, who believes his immense wealth and political power make everything beneath him, collides with the '𝙀𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖𝙖', who was once a beacon of light and love, now broken and alone after tragedy, their encounter will be explosive. He will see her as another obstacle to dominate, while she, having lost everything but her fierce independence, will resist with all her might. This clash of two vastly different worlds-one built on unshakeable power, the other on profound loss and resilience-will force them to confront their own truths. Whether they ultimately separate, their differences too vast, or change for each other, finding an unexpected connection in their contrasting lives, will depend on whether they can grow beyond their entrenched identities..... @yogiiii

Kaushiki finds herself in a deeply unusual situation when Mrs. Mukherjee, makes an unexpected request. Kaushiki, the daughter of a driver who once worked for the wealthy Mukherjee family in Kolkata, the owners of a prestigious bank, had grown up around their kindness. The family had always been generous to their staff, especially when Kaushiki's father fell ill. They provided financial support until she could secure a job of her own. Now a preschool teacher, Kaushiki still received occasional funds from Mrs. Mukherjee as extra support. Deeply grateful, her reverence for the Mukherjee family knew no bounds. One day, Mrs. Mukherjee called Kaushiki to share a delicate matter: her elder son, now the chairman of the bank and married to the daughter of a renowned jewellery brand owner, was unable to have children. He needed a surrogate mother. Wishing for someone known and trusted, Mrs. Mukherjee turned to Kaushiki. Indebted and unable to refuse, Kaushiki agreed but the challenge weighed heavily on her. The man she was meant to bear a child for was none other than Nirvaan Mukherjee, her long-time and unrequited crush. Or perhaps it wasn't truly one-sided because there was one girl who had never left the heart of the great chairman Nirvaan Mukherjee: the young daughter of the driver he used to play with as a child. Follow the extraordinary journey of Kaushiki and Nirvaan as they navigate family, duty and the complexities of love.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ HIS BEAUTIFUL PUNISHMENT ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ "You think you can smile at him and come home to me untouched?" The sound of silk tearing echoed in the silent bedroom. Priyanshi struggled against the silk tie binding her wrists to the mahogany headboard, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Let me go, Aarav! You're a monster! I hate you!" Aarav hovered over her, his eyes burning with a dark, possessive madness that terrified and thrilled her all at once. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into the abyss of his gaze. "Hate me? Good. Hate is passionate," he hissed, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh, pushing her knees apart with zero patience. "Spread your legs for your husband. Today I show you who you belong to. You're going to take every inch of my d*ck in the deepest parts of your body until you forget everything except my name." He leaned down, biting the sensitive spot on her neck. "You are my wife. My property. And tonight, I'm going to ruin you for everyone else." ⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ☽ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. To the world, it's the wedding of the year. Behind closed doors, it's a war. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. He is the storm she cannot run from. She is the peace he craves to destroy. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy x Sunshine Hate to Love Possessive/Jealous Hero Touch Her and Die 🪕🦢🪷🪞✨

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.