MIA Shy innocent and sweet Mia Vitello has spent her life in silence a delicate soul wrapped in anxiety, hidden away from the world by the only person she trusts, her older brother, Luca. In their quiet, guarded home, Mia finds safety in routine, comfort in drawing, and love in Luca's rare but gentle smile. She knows nothing of the dark empire he serves and he intends to keep it that way but that is until she meets the Don. DON MARCELLO Cold ruthless and calculated, Marcello Morretti rules with an iron will, a man born of war and silence. Cold to the bone until he sees her. One glance at Mia, and something dangerous awakens inside him, Desire. Possession. Fascination. and .Obsession. In a world built on secrets and violence, how long can innocence remain untouched? THIS BOOK HAS NOT BEEN EDITED,

"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

Everything between them sparked due to the very own "slurp" sound Ansh produced in his hunger hunting for milk. At first, the glances were barely of acquaintance then of awkward moments which turned to understandable language, later it became the feeling, "LOVE 💕" , which both of them never anticipated in their life. Mostly the universe plays a huge role in bringing two souls towards their destined partner but in Abhimann and Shivanya's life Ansh is their universe.

The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Longer the chapters lesser the number"

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

18 + ⚠️ Warning: This story contains themes of violence and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. 1950s India. A world where women are meant to endure, not question. She is 27, living a life shaped by silence, control, and quiet fear-where even her thoughts feel carefully contained. Then a 23-year-old stranger arrives, asking for work. He doesn't belong in her world. But his presence begins to disturb everything she has learned to accept. And in a place where nothing changes easily, even a small shift can feel like everything is breaking.