A corrupt politician's dangerous obsession with a college girl. He is a villain who will burn the world just to save her. She is a hero who will burn him to save the world. 🌑❤️‍🔥🔱 He walked towards the window and lit a cigarette. "I have compassion for no one, except you. I have no feelings for anyone else. I care for nothing, and no one, but you." ••• A hundred years ago, there lived an ardent devotee of Maa Kali. In his final act of devotion, he offered the ultimate sacrifice-his own beloved wife. Years after his death, he was reborn as Chandrasekhar Mukherjee, a powerful yet corrupt politician. Haunted by memories of his past life, Chandrasekhar now has only one purpose: to find the reincarnation of his wife and reunite with her. One day, he hears a simple, middle-class girl singing a hymn dedicated to Maa Kali. The moment her voice reaches him, he knows-she is the one. But there's one problem: she doesn't remember him... or the love they once shared. Now, he shall do anything in his power to make her his again, and mind you, he is the defination of power itself. Follow the story of two opposites, two sides of the universe: Evil and Good. Main Theme: Desi Gothic + Dark Romance + Psychological + Horror + Tantrism

Varsha Malhotra has everything. Wealth, power, and the perfect mask of control. She's worn control like silk for years; a cold husband, a loveless marriage, and secrets buried beneath her calm. What no one knows is that she's been waiting for the right moment to set her secret in motion. When Kabir enters her house as caretaker, young, strong, and far too steady... he's more than temptation. He's the one piece that could turn her hidden plan into reality. A caretaker to the world, but inside her house? Inside her hands? He could become something else entirely. Her forbidden toy. She craved what was unholy. She was a wife bound by vows. He was the younger sin she couldn't put down. Desire is just the beginning. What follows is darker, dirtier, and in a mansion built on silence, desire won't just be a sin. It will be a weapon. This is not a love story. It's a game of control, lust, power and forbidden lines waiting to be crossed. A tale of dominance and surrender, smoldering tension, and secrets waiting to explode. -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

Mature Contant Ahead 🔞🔞 कुछ दिलचस्प और आपके लिए मनोरंजन से भरपूर कुछ ऐसी शॉर्ट्स स्टोरीज जिन्हें पढ़ शायद आप अपनी लिमिट्स भूल जाएं...... ⚠️ Abusive and strong language ⚠️ I'll make sure you guys can't stop reading this....

Story of a simple, beautiful woman, who one day suddenly wake up and found she was lactating.. She was a Virgin.. but her family did not trust her and threw her out of the house. She went to the river passing through her village to jump..but do things always go as we plan..

He rises from his office chair, and continues his eyes locked on her. He unbuttons the pinnacle two buttons of his dress shirt and then pulls it from his slacks. "Oh shit," she whispered, and then cringed, hoping he didn't hear her curse. She watched him come close to her. Before she could scramble to her feet, he pulled her towards himself and grabbed the back of her neck softly. She's simply happy that he didn't remove his belt, but he still could. "Don't fight me, Jannat. You'll only make me grip you tighter. Trust Daddy, be a awesome little girl, and take what you were requesting." He sensually stated to her, Before she can respond, her chest is pressed down at the table. Reaching beneath her dress, he pulls her pants down to mid-thigh and flips her dress up. It gives him enough room to do what he wants but still hides her from the laptop's view, where the meeting is going on online. "You desired to show everyone Daddy's kitty, did not you? You were begging for attention. Now you've got it." He wishpered to her. ♡⃕ Faisal, a dominant and possesive man in his early thirties, finds himself irresistibly drawn to a girl much younger than him. A dangerous game of love and lust ensues. ━┈ ◇ ━┈ A book with age-gap, erotic romance that delve into a world of DDLG, where the lines between dominance and submission are blurred. Can they accept and embrace their true desires? " 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 " is a passionate and seductive journey that will leave you breathless, questioning the boundaries of love and the price of forbidden pleasure. ♡⃕ | • 𝒘 𝒂 𝒓 𝒏 𝒊 𝒏 𝒈 • | It's going to be all smut. If you're not comfortable I'll suggest you to not read this story.

My husband, Mark, is a good man; he's a strong man. When I needed him to step up with our kids as I finished dental school, he became our little family's rock without ever complaining or being bitter. He owned late-night feedings and diaper changes like a champ while I slept so I could be prepared for my classes in the morning. Now, it's my turn to return the favor. He's working hard on a high-profile case that could change the trajectory of his career if he wins this case. In marriage, sometimes a little sacrifice is needed, which is why on our tenth wedding anniversary, like the past six months, I'm celebrating alone, a sacrifice I'm more than willing to give to the man who's so proudly stood by my side all these years. That is until this betrayal . . . . . . well, let's just say it was never a sacrifice I was willing to make. For Readers: *This story is a novella. My goal is to keep it UNDER fifteen chapters with each chapter no more than 2K words. *Constructive critiques are welcomed. * I do try my best to proofread, but mistakes will slip through. Feel free to point them out!

To secure a high-profile merger and quiet gossip about his scandalous affairs, Damian (48) marries Elise (23), his much younger secretary. What looks like a business arrangement quickly morphs into a brutal Dom/sub marriage where Damian exerts control 24/7. Elise lives in his luxury penthouse, but she's no free woman. She's collared, trained, and punished to his exacting standards. At the office, Damian humiliates her subtly and overtly-commanding her with biting insults and punishing her with silent toys hidden in his desk drawers. Their twisted passion explodes into violent sex in the boardroom, elevators, and private office after hours.

Do don't open the novel, if you are not comfortable. It conatins, high explit sceans.bdsm and erotic chapters. MFM TWO DANGEORUS DEVILS. ONE INNOCENT GIRL. TRAPPED IN BETWEEN DREAM AND REALITY. That night - she was in his bed, blindfolded again. She felt his tongue on her breast. His hand between her legs. She moaned softly, "Veer..." But then - she felt another hand. Cooler. Pressing to her throat. Two hands. One gripping her thighs. One stroking her hair. > "Say you belong to me," a voice whispered at her ear. But it didn't sound like Veer. She gasped, yanked the blindfold off- Only one man was there. Just Veer. Smirking. Watching her. No one else. "You're seeing ghosts, sweetheart," he murmured. "But ghosts don't lick the way I do." ---

Absolute Desi Smut ⚠️‼️ My personal favourite Vanya is a saree tease. Every evening, she comes home from work in a fresh saree-chiffon, net, silk, sheer, always hugging her hips just right. She does it to provoke her husband, Riaan, who works from home, watching her glide through their penthouse like temptation wrapped in elegance. But one night, Riaan calls her bluff. He shuts his laptop, locks the bedroom door, and says in that deep, steady voice: "From now on, you don't get to take off your saree unless I tell you. And when you do... you'll strip for me. Slowly. Like the needy little whore, you really are underneath all that drape." Thus begins their new nightly ritual: Strip & Serve.

Shiv- Jaan wake up look our princess come in world......when she didn't reply he again started talking. Shiv- look jaan I know you are angry with me for not wishing you in morning I'm sorry now wakeup please , you are scaring me . He started crying . Om entered and look at his sister tears started coming out of his eyes. He come towards Shiv and hugged him, Shiv started crying like a baby. Shiv- look at her she is not waking up tell her to wakeup she is scaring me Veer Om- she is tired let her sleep shiv. Now she is gone in a better place. Shiv - she can't do that to me she can't leave me please ask her to come back . Om- I can't do that please let her rest. Think about your daughter she is also fighting for her life.