It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

"You let another man touch you, he dies", "you let other people see/stare at you he dies". "No one except me has the right to your desires, your body" . "You understand that baby girl" ? Shivanya an independent bad ass girl admits to never fall in love until she finds a man who has all her desired qualities and has all check points in her standards list. She had promised to love one person her entire life. Vihaan a sexy, handsome millionaire a playboy. Talks to every gurl and admits to be a playboy and never to fall in love with one single person. He has several exes and doesn't care about marriage! SHIVAAN FULLFILLS EACH OTHERS AND OUR DEAR READERS WISHES! 🎀🎀😭💟💟

Reyansh×Aarini Some accidents aren't just fate-they're a storm written in destiny. When fiery, stubborn Aarini Mehta crashes-quite literally-into Reyansh Oberoi's perfectly calculated life, she doesn't expect her world to spiral into chaos. He's the last person she wants to be tangled with: arrogant, insufferable, and hiding a darkness behind those unreadable eyes. She calls him "Ostrich" for his overconfident head-in-the-clouds attitude. He calls her "Troublemaker","wildcat"-because that's what she brings into his life. He was chaos in a crisp suit. She was fire wrapped in silence. Their story was never meant to be gentle. From the moment their eyes locked, it was war. He was arrogant. Annoying. Unbearably handsome. She was fiery. Stubborn. A walking headache. They clashed like thunder-every encounter more explosive than the last. They argue like it's a sport. They fight like they breathe. And yet, something burns beneath every sarcastic word, every stolen glance. Reyansh is the kind of man who hides danger beneath charm, secrets beneath his smirk-and obsession behind his eyes. And somewhere between their heated arguments and forced encounters, he begins to crave her in ways even he doesn't understand. Then one promise changes everything. One deal that tilts the axis of her world. She agrees to give in to one demand. But Reyansh Oberoi doesn't play fair. And when he wants something-he takes it. Even if it means forcing her into his world, his rules... his arms. But the scariest part? She's starting to feel the same. But Aarini has secrets too. Dark ones. Deep ones. And the more Reyansh uncovers, the more dangerous his love becomes. He's possessive. Dangerously patient. "Accidentally Yours" is a slow-burn dark romance where enemies turn to something more twisted, more tangled-and far more addictive. With hidden pasts, sizzling tension, and a love that was never soft, this story isn't about falling. It's about crashing. Start Date :- 29/06/202

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. Bound by blood. Broken by fate. In a world of shadows and crime, their war was written in fire and love was the deadliest sin of all.

Brielle Knight has just graduated from high school. It was the summer, she's working at a diner not too far from her house. Her life was average, but good enough for her. Everything changes when Nathan Campbell her childhood crush also known as her big brother's best friend comes home from college for the summer. It was just a childhood crush she says. Nathan notices how much Brielle have grown up since he's been gone. Brielle notices how every look he gives her sends a chill down her spine. Maybe it wasn't just a childhood crush. They both know that acting on this is off limits, but something being off limits only makes you want it more. Especially when it has black hair, blue eyes, tattoos, and a wicked tongue. But who will crack first? CAUTION!! WARNING!! : there will be foul language, abortions, sex, alcohol and drug use in this book. I will warn you before each chapter that contains these things. Thank you.

MATURE CONTENT A collection of short stories. The stories are a variety of lengths and a mixture of supernatural and human. Read on Inkitt!

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •