1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases in initial chapters which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his father was on his death bed. His mother, Surekha Pradeep Singh, is a cancer patient. And his brother, Abhisar Singh, 12 years-old, was still studying in school whereas his sister, Sunaina, was married off at the age of 21, as per his father's last wish, infront of his eyes. Such a huge responsibility at such a young age had made Abhigyan arrogant, rude, a very secretive person. When he turned 28, the only wish of his mother was to marry off his son with a straight like cow and good-looking like princess type of girl. Although, Abhigyan wasn't ready, he knew that he would destroy girl's life by marrying her, still he agreed when his mother and elder sister forced him. Let's see how his life goes like with an unknown girl.

❝Violet tell me to stop and I will ❞ the feeling of his soft lips igniting flames throughout my body, my lower half becoming warmer every second I felt the delicacy of his touch. "Enzo" I couldn't bring myself to say stop simply because I didn't want him to. I wanted his hands roaming over my body while he held my neck thrusting into me. The erection I feel on my thigh made my mind wonder off. Pinching my hip I moaned lowly when he hooked my legs around his waist. "That's not telling me to stop amore" removing my shirt over my head his lips latched onto my swollen nipples, my hands shot in the softness that was his black hair. "Tell me what you want" "Fuck me Enzo" ᥊ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 needed the money to pay for her mother's expensive treatments, dancing for a man like Enzo wouldn't be good for her and she knew this. He would be the chaos in her life but she was too addicted to it. 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 understood the consequences it would bring if he got involved with Violet more than what she already was, that was his dancer and nobody else's. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❦ Highest Ranking! #1 in cocky #2 in passion

It's a love story between a Professor and his Student. Vivaan Malhotra is Professor in Manipal University. He is 28 years old he choose to be a professor rather than taking over his dad's business. Aakriti Sharma is a student in Manipal University and Vivaan's student she is 22 years old. She is pursuing MBA in finance. It's a spicy college romance story between a professor and student where both are unaware about their feelings towards each other at initial after realising their sweet love story turns into spicy romantic love story.

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

❛ 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 ❜ ▪⬞▪ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦" ▪⬞▪ To him, she's merely a pawn and possession he acquired through marriage to ascend the brutal hierarchy of the mafioso. And to her, he embodies the fear she holds for her dear life. First, snatched away like a toy second, chained by a coerced marriage and the end? She does not know. Her life bears no worth beyond being a puppet wife to this ruthless beast. ➺ An innocent girl who knows the world only through her books ~ ➺ A sadist man who is obsessed only with his power and dominion ~ ▪⬞▪ ⚠️ Dark Romance with Toxicity and Triggering Contents. [Standalone book]

"Royal Secrets (Shhhhh)" unveils the shadowy tale of a royal family, where the ancient palace of Rajgardh guards centuries-old mysteries within its walls. Secrets so dark they could have shattered generations, buried alongside long-gone kings, whisper through the corridors. Now, in the 21st century, a new king reigns-but he's an enigma, a puzzle wrapped in power. Is he a reflection of his ruthless ancestors, or does he hide something even more dangerous? Meet Rana Samar Pratap Singh, the King of Jaipur and a rising politician, recently crowned the youngest MP in the country. A heartthrob to the youth, a charismatic speaker, and a ruler who commands both throne and politics with ease. Yet beneath his charm lies a web of secrets. What has Rajgardh concealed within its four walls for the past seventeen years? And what of the forbidden, one-sided love story of Dhara, a humble maid of Rajgardh, whose heart beats silently for a king she can never claim? In this dark, royal, forbidden romance, every whisper holds a truth, and every shadow hides a lie. Shhhhh... some secrets are meant to stay buried. **Cast:** Rana Samar Pratap Singh Sisodiya Dhara Singh **Most Impressive Rankings:** #1- coldhearted (5-06-2025) out of 4.23k #1-thewatty2024 (17-O4-2025) #1 - Best Dark Royal Story #1 - WattpadIndian (10-08-23) #4 - Awards (08-07-23) #5 - Manan #10 - Darkstory

"In the heart of modern Delhi, where the vibrant tapestry of city life intertwines with the echoes of ancient traditions, a remarkable tale begins to unravel. Aaradhya Rathore, a kind-hearted and intelligent young woman, orphaned by a tragic accident as a child, embarks on a new chapter of her life. Her parents once belonged to a wealthy family in Rajasthan, but their lives were cut short in a mysterious accident, leaving Aaradhya the sole survivor. The circumstances of that fateful day remain shrouded in ambiguity, as her mother's body was never found, leaving unanswered questions. Aaradhya's only escape from the clutches of a family whose intentions she dared not trust was orchestrated by an old maid, who, out of fear for her life, spirited Aaradhya away to an orphanage claiming that she had gone missing during a playground outing. Now, a 23-year-old woman with a heart as pure as the golden sands of Rajasthan, Aaradhya stands at the gates of Delhi's prestigious business management college, ready to carve her path in a world that has been far from kind. Meanwhile, Rajveer Singh Chauhan, a wealthy scion of a royal family, is youngest ceo & businessman & same college is handles family. His early life was marred by the untimely death of his biological parents under mysterious circumstances when he was just a child. The rumor suggests it was suicide, but the truth remains elusive. Rajveer inhabits a world of wealth and privilege but he knows it comes at a cost. The veneer of family hides treacherous secrets and an unsettling enmity between him and those who should love him most. Two souls, each burdened with a traumatic past, find themselves on the precipice of fate, their destinies intertwined. Will they unlock the mysteries surrounding their parents' deaths? Will they find solace and love in each other's arms? This is the tale of love, intrigue, and resilience, set against the backdrop of a modern India where ancient traditions and modern dreams converge."

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."