"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+ | |

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ──★ 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ★── 【#𝐈𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒】 .......................... He survived She lived Together, they thrived beneath the hate. Fate-an ancient scribe-rewrote their souls , breaking patterns, binding them again in chaos, For the girls who crave soft devotion and still fall for the prettiest red flags. Welcome to a lore of illusion.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

When Shahyaan loses his wife while giving birth, his world shatters, leaving him to care for their newborn alone. Inayat, his best friend, offers an unexpected promise - she'll marry him, not for love, but to bring stability and warmth back into their lives. Amid grief, responsibilities, and uncertain hearts, their marriage begins as a pact... but could love quietly find its way in? Tropes: •Single Dad •Friends to Lovers •Marriage of Convenience •Slow Burn Romance •Soft Romance with a twist of dark romance •Secrets •Bold she shy he •Romcom

❤️ Vedansh Agnivanshi & Vritikaa Vardhan ❤️ Dusk and Dawn - Before darkness, she was his dusk. After it, he became her dawn. ❤️‍🩹 He was born in the brilliance of a mind too bright for his years - a boy shaped by patterns, not praise. She grew beneath the quiet of remembered moments - a girl defined by detail, not demand. 🕊️ Vedansh Agnivanshi carries genius like a sunrise - steady, certain, impossible to ignore. Vritika Vardhan holds memory the way dusk holds light - gentle at the surface, endless underneath. 🕊️ Because every horizon has two halves. And some souls are written to meet where light changes. 🦉They were born on opposite ends of the horizon- but fate painted them in the same sky. 🦉 Tropes: Agnivanshi x Vardhan Genius Heir x Photographic-Memory Heiress Reserved Golden Boy x Observant Quiet Girl Bombay Heart x Delhi Roots Old Money x Old Money Slow Burn No Cheating!

His fingers were already inside her when she grabbed the headboard. Soft moans spilled out of Nymera's mouth, but Draven caught them with his own-kissing her, deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world to unmake her. "You're soaked," he muttered against her throat, lips brushing the skin like sin. "This all for me?" She gasped as he added a second finger, curling just right. "F-fuck, Draven-" He bit her neck gently. "That's right, baby. Say my name." She wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to happen. One wild night. That's all it was supposed to be. But now her thighs were trembling, and this man-this total stranger-had her body singing like it belonged to him. He shifted down, watching her as he worked his fingers slow, then fast, teasing her swollen clit with his thumb until her moans got louder. "Shh," he smirked. "Didn't you say you're not that kind of girl?" "I hate you," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. "No, you don't," he whispered, kissing her stomach, her hipbone, her thigh. "You just hate how much you want me." And then- She shattered. Loud. Breathless. Shaking under his touch. He grinned as he pulled his fingers from her and sucked them clean. "Good girl." *** Nymera D'Angelo never thought she'd see the man from that night again. Not after she let him tie her up, bend her over, and make her say "please" until her voice broke. But now? He's back. Wearing a gun on his hip and a fake wedding ring on his finger. Draven Kade is her new bodyguard-hired by her powerful father after three brutal attacks in one week. And they have to spend 186days together.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

An indian sports romance He holds the bat. She holds the mic. Without anyone knowing that they hold a secret together. He is the country's most worshiped cricketer-cold, disciplined and less interested in media and paparazzi. She is this nation's rising journalist- clumsy, determined and filled with grace. Would they fall for each other or destiny gonna test their limits of love? 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: Sports romance He fell first Cricketer X Journalist Forbidden love Hidden relationship Soft X Chaotic Rom com

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.