❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

Fifteen-year-old Leher Malhotra has mastered the art of smiling through pain. After losing her mother, she built walls around her heart - walls only her aunt, Mahi, could ever cross. But when Mahi marries Raghav Oberoi, Leher's world tilts again. A new home, new faces, and a new family - all waiting on the other side of the walls she swore she'd never let down. As laughter mixes with loneliness, Leher begins to learn that healing isn't about forgetting the past... it's about finding the courage to let love in again. 🌊🌊🌊 "Bhaiya, mujhe pehle do na! Main pehle aayi hoon!" Leher said. The vendor sighed "Beta, sabko bari bari se milega." "Bari bari?" she scoffed, eyes wide with mock outrage. "Main kabse khadi hoon! Aapne tab se sirf paanch pani puri di hai mujhe!" A voice slid in from the side - honey-laced with poison. "Bas kar behen," the girl drawled, "zyada khayegi to moti ho jaayegi. Chhoti to hai hi." Excuse me, what?! Leher froze. Then the corners of her lips curved. The Leher inside cracked her knuckles - oh no, sweetheart, you messed with the wrong chhoti. She turned, eyes gleaming, smile dangerously sweet. "Achha hai na," she said softly, "agar main moti ho gayi, to tumhe bhi finally kuch compliments mil jaayenge. Varna jab tak main slim hoon, tumhare naseeb mein toh bas background role hi likha hai." Mic. Drop. 💅 "Damn, she killed it." "Ooooh!"

In the powerful and respected Yaduvanshi family, power, pride, and legacy meant everything. But years ago, that legacy was shattered by a tragedy no one could forget. On a stormy night, three children were born into the Yaduvanshi family - triplets. Two boys and one girl. They were meant to be the future of the family, the pride of the Yaduvanshi name. But fate had other plans. That very night, the three newborns disappeared. The mansion that was once filled with celebration turned into a house of grief. The family searched everywhere, but the babies were never found. With time, people began to believe that the three heirs of the Yaduvanshi family were gone forever. Years passed. The world forgot about them. But the truth was something no one knew. The triplets were never dead. They were taken... kidnapped... and hidden from the world. Somewhere far away, the three siblings were growing up together, unaware of the powerful blood running through their veins. They didn't know who they truly were. They didn't know that they were the lost heirs. They didn't know that the world once called them - "The Missing Yaduvanshi's" ✨

My first book and hence I don't know what I did here. ✗Complete, Revamped, Editing✗ "Keep grinding, you little slut." He spoke while increasing the strength of the vibrator as I moaned. " Louder!! I want whole New York to know you're daddy's little sex toy." He aggressively attacks my neck making me loose my senses. My hands tied up made my me pulled and shake them in enjoyment and satisfaction. I was a total mess, covered with hickeys and sweat, tied to bed with handcuffs. I moaned louder and louder, making a devilish smirk appear on his face. " I...I wanna c-cum daddy..." I whispered between my screams of pleasure. " Not yet kitten, fun just began..." He spoke while pressing the vibrator deep inside of me making me loose control over everything. ✧✧✧✧✧✧ Azalea Rose, sweetheart, innocent, naive or in short blend of all pure things in this world. She has a heart of diamond. One of most beautiful creature god has ever made. Inspite of all this, she has a dark life, where her own house is her hell and her own dad is her demon. But what happens when she is thrown in a world worse than hell ? Igor 'Hunter' Leo, his name itself is enough to make anyone stumble, powerless. People fear him more than death. He got everything he desired. 'Everything'. Death is his another name in his Mafia world . He owns whole country, but what happens when he wants to own her....? ◼ WARNINGS ◼ • CONTAINS SOME HOT SHIT. • USE OF GUNS AND ADULT STUFF. • KINKS INCLUDED ♚ Rankings: #1 in daddy's girl on 2nd of Jan 2021 #1 in Alpha Man on 3rd of Jan 2021 #1 in hot on 6th of Jan 2021 #1 in domsub on 6th of Jan 2021 #1 in daddy issues on 6th of Jan 2021 #16 in romance on 7th of feb 2021

Tara Rathore has always lived in shadows. Raised by a woman who called herself her mother but only knew how to hurt her, Tara grew up believing love was conditional, life was cruel, and safety was a luxury she could never afford. She survived in silence, carrying a quiet strength that no one could see-least of all herself. Until one accident changes everything. Thrown into a world she never knew existed, Tara learns that her life is far bigger than the pain she grew up with. She is lost, yes-but she is also a princess, a daughter taken too soon, and a heart that refuses to break completely. And then there's Arjun Sharma-handsome, guarded, and impossibly compelling. A man who has built an empire on his own, yet knows nothing about the crown that fate has placed in front of him. Their worlds collide, hearts intertwine, and a story of love, destiny, and self-discovery begins. Tara Rathore is about to find out that even broken girls can rise.

❝ When 6-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 is left at the gates of the Rajvanshi Mansion, she isn't just being dropped off - she's being 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ ✦ Traded for money by a mother who never wanted her. ✦ Handed to a father she barely knows. ✦ Placed under a roof where everyone shares her blood... but not her memories. Her new life begins in shadows. - One brother won't speak to her. - Another won't stop glaring. - And the youngest already declared: > "She doesn't belong." But the walls of the Rajvanshi Mansion hold more than cold stares. 🕯️ In quiet moments, 🕯️ Through clumsy kindness, 🕯️ And in fierce, unspoken protection - her brothers begin to change. And so does she. In a house once full of silence, she finds a place. Not by force. Not by blood. But by 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆. ⟡ 𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. ⟡

Five brothers. A grieving father. A vacant throne. For nine years, the Rathore dynasty has been a house of shadows, searching for the girl who vanished in smoke and fire. They don't know she's only blocks away. They don't know she's being treated like a gutter rat in the home of their enemies. And they don't know that the only thing standing between her and a living hell is a boy who was never supposed to be a hero. Vidyut Verma has one job: Protect the girl who calls him Dada. Even if it means defying his parents. Even if it means blood on the marble floors. The twin-bond is screaming. The Rathores are coming. And the Verma house is about to burn. "Vardhika she grew into a soft-spoken, shy girl. She was separated by her real family rathore in an accident She cried, rarely demanded anything... just watched other kids get adopted. She didn't know that she had her real family Will her family find her let's drive into my story to see 🙈 👇

When tragedy steals the only protector she had left, eighteen- year- old Evara becomes both sister and parent to her little stepbrother. Searching for a fresh start-and for a way to feel closer to the parents they lost-they travel to Jaipur, the land of their father's beginnings... and the place where her mother's past first began to unravel. Hidden from the world by a single choice, Evara has always known the truth: the name of the man who fathered her... and why she must never step into his world. One decision made long ago ensured she would remain a secret. Invisible. Untouchable. Unknown. Evara intends to keep it that way. Her mother's choice protected her from a powerful family whose blood runs in her veins-and protect the family she grew away from, who would break if the truth of her existence ever came to light. But what she doesn't know is that the past she's avoiding has been desperately trying to find her. Her biological father and his wife have spent years searching for the woman they wronged-hoping for redemption, forgiveness, and a chance to set things right. And somewhere in the struggle to find normalcy again, destinies collide, family secrets rise, and Evara must choose between the life she's always known... and the one that's been waiting for her.

He learned early that hunger doesn't always mean food. Sometimes, it's the silence of an empty room... the absence of a voice calling your name... the feeling of standing in a crowd and still having no one. By day, he is just another student-quiet, unnoticed, chasing marks and a dream he isn't sure he can afford. By night, he carries a delivery bag heavier than it looks, walking past bright homes that were never meant for him. He doesn't complain. He doesn't expect. Because life has already taught him-nothing stays. Until one door opens... and someone looks at him not with pity, but with warmth. For the first time, he is asked to stay. For the first time, someone waits for him. For the first time, "home" doesn't feel like a distant word. But when you've lived your whole life believing you don't belong anywhere... accepting love can be the hardest thing of all. Maybe some people aren't born into families. Maybe... they find them.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .