"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

[COMPLETE.] Going to war with your dad's enemy seems chaotic. But when he asks you to pretend to love his enemy's son for information to help attack them is another type of chaos. The catch is, you can't fall for his son because it isn't apart of the deal. But love has a funny way of doing the opposite of what the world tells you to do. "Would you do it for me?" I ask. "Sure, anything for my lawyer and I understand why you are mad, I would too after being disrespected in that manner." he answers and I chuckle. "Ooh, now I have an overprotective client, lucky me." He chuckles. "Very lucky phela I'm supposed to hate you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing let's leave it." "Okay." Please don't tell me he has already figured it out. Cover: @Haiiibooo DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO VIOLENCE, TORTURE AND KIDNAPPING. °If you don't like slow burns don't bother reading it. Hope you read and enjoy. Started: 06 March 2022. Finished: 30 December 2022. ☆Names, characters and places are fictious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Book one of the Assassin series♡

•English Is Not My Native Language (If have spelling mistake while reading ,Then forgive me). •Pictures Are Not Mine. •This Story Is All Fictional It Has Nothing To Do With Reality. •This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, places, events and incidents in this book are author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. •It has nothing to do with reality •Enjoy Reading 🤗

Mature content 🔞 read at your own risk!! Based on #jiyaras Don't take it seriously it's just a fiction This story is about their college life with their friends gang. Paras Arora a Playboy. He is in second year live in delhi in a flat alone. His parents live in banglore. Jiya Shankar a hot girl. Want to became a fashion designer. She is in first year live with her family.

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘠𝘦𝘴," 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. "𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵." 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳, "𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶." "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸."

Ashiana Sharma's life takes a dark turn the day she crosses paths with Aarav Malhotra - a man known for his power, mystery, and dangerously calm demeanor. What begins as a simple internship soon pulls her into a world ruled by secrets, loyalty, and control. Aarav isn't just her boss he's the man every whisper fears, the one with a past stitched in blood and silence. Yet beneath his steel surface lies something unexpected a pull, a fire, a connection neither of them can resist. From boardrooms to hidden wars, from playful banter to unspoken emotions, their worlds collide again and again. But when shadows from her father's past resurface and masked enemies threaten everything she loves, Ashiana learns that love can be just as lethal as hate. Caught between trust and betrayal, power and passion she must choose whether to run from him... or stand beside the man who could destroy her, or save her. # 3 betrayel # 5 ml # 2 officeromance

When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him. "Focus on me." He says as his lips starts peppering kisses along my jaw. "But your phone..." "Leave it." He says his voice having that timber making me more wet. He places a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I sigh and lean into him enjoying this way too much. His hand holding me up moves down and cups my ass while the other grazes my breast ever so lightly in a feather touch. I bite my lip to stop my moan threating to escape as he continues his ministrations, moving his fingers lightlty around my nipple making them hard as now they can be felt through the clothing. ........................................ He didn't knew her name nor did he saw her face. All he heard was her mesmerizing voice. The voice which had the power to soothe him, to make his thoughts still and his heart skip a beat. That's how beautiful her voice was and after hearing her all he wanted was to have her for him, to have her sing only for him. She lit a dark desire in him which made him yearn for her without even knowing anything about her.

She is the princess of a business empire. He is the self-made king of his own world. Their love story began in college, a fairy tale written in stolen glances and secret promises. But after three years of marriage, their perfect world is cracking. Anaya: "I love my parents more than anything. But he is my everything." Rohan: "She is my life. My madness. I will destroy anyone who tries to take her from me, even her own family." Rajesh (Her Father): "He will never be good enough for my princess. She belongs in a palace, not his flat." Anaya (to Rohan): "Please, for me... stop fighting with my father." Rohan (whispering): "For you, I will burn down my own empire. But never ask me to love you less."