When a victim seeks out for the best advocate, he accepts to fight for her in return for sex as his fees. Anandi, a woman who lost it all, her sick mother hospitalised and her once a rich businessman father in jail fighting for justice. Anandi was a privileged daughter who got everything, got treated like a princess but everything changed when his father's business got bankrupted and he was put to jail, mother who couldn't handle it anymore got sick and bedridden. unaware of how the world works she goes to the high court and decides to take help from the best prosecuter, she expected a high fees but in return he wanted nothing more than her body. Things might sound easy, A poor woman and a rich man, first sex then love then happy ending. but every night she spends with him, she feels like he has more agenda than he reveals, something dark and dangerous for her, why does his eyes hold hatred for her? as he passionately thrusts inside her? is he just a stranger? or a man from the past she can't remember.

Warning: Mature Audiences Only! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation COMPLETED #1 in Romance on 1/20/21 #1 in Mafia on 2/12/23 #1 in Fiction on 2/21/21 *** DESCRIPTION: The only thing that was mine, the only thing that was truly beautiful in this world, and he will never find me... "How much?" I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car. "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire. I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me. "Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran. *** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire. She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute. She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia. But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite. *** Completed on 4/7/18 This is book one in the "I Am Not A Prostitute" series! Book two is "Come Back To Me" REVIEWS: "I have been reading Wattpad books for 5 years, and never have i found a book with so much humor and passion. I have instantly fell in love with the characters. This book is filled to the brim with emotion, action, and SMUT!! I will definitely be purchasing my own copy when it's released on amazon!" -@trinityxo30 "A raw and beautiful piece of art that will keep you on the edge of your seat" -@o0krysralized0o "A brilliantly captivating story. Written by an author that takes her time to respond and care for her readers." -@eirinnobrien "My favorite book on Wattpad, beautifully written, makes me cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time fav book ." -@satanchick

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮" After a long day Abhimanyu returns back home and straight away goes to his room, only to find Amyra sleeping on his bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, Amyra covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at him. Abhimanyu walked slowly towards Amyra, his shoes sound only audible in the s*xual atmosphere. He grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in his strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my s*x sl*t, don't you". .................................................................................. TROPES✨ Forced Marriage Age Gap She fell first, He fell harder Mature romance This is a Mafia Romance story where Amyra, a 21 year old girl is forced to get married to a Ruthless Mafia leader Abhimanyu Gupta. This story is all about lust, seduction and dark romance. This is a slow burn story. .................................................................................. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is for mature audiences as it contains smut. Read at your own risk. #2 in India (29/06/25) #1 in Seduction #1 in matureaudience #1 in maturestory #1 in obsessive #1 in fastupdates #1 in marriageproposal #1 in action-romance #1 in marriage-of-convience #2 in top10 India #2 in marriage #2 in hindi #3 in slowburn #10 in India

Abhimanyu Thakur - He is most handsome eligible bachelor. He is known as devil in his underworld as he is a mafia king. He never has any weakness in his life although he has a family whom he love very much. He never make them his weakness as they are his strength. He is very much intelligent with handsome and hot body. Girls fall head over heels for him but he never give his attention to them he feel disgusting whenever any woman try to touches him . He is the CEO of Thakur company which is famous in worldwide.He has a insomnia disease from when he was small kid and his doctors are finding cure of his disease. He gets what he wants by hook or crook. Radhika Mehta - she is a pure epitome of beauty. She is very kind and loves to play with children. Belong to middle class family. Have younger sister and love her very much. Both of them are papa princess. She is very much sensitive and innocent. She loves to spend time with nature and children. She always went to orphanage every Sunday to spend time with children. She is like a ray of happiness. Wherever she go all the people become hipnotze of her look. She is very sensitive to black magic as girls become jealous of her look and always curse her. Soon she is going to spread the rays of light and happiness in our devil life. What will happen if they meet? Will Abhimanyu also fall in love with her like other people? Will radhika can handle his obsession? Or will there be another man who will fall for her and try to snatch her away from him? So if you wanted to know the answer of these questions stay connected to my story 😉. Give lots of love to my story ☺️☺️ There will be many grammatical mistakes and mature scenes so read it on your risk. Bye 😊 meet you all in the story

Manipulation, dominant, violence, Se* , BDSM , Obsession, Stalking

In a world obsessed with filters and followers, Dalia was invisible. Chubby, awkward, and always in the shadow of her flawless best friend, she's accepted that love stories just aren't written for girls like her. Until she accidentally ends up in the private bedroom of Advik Khurana - India's hottest celebrity chef and YouTube sensation. What begins as an embarrassing moment spirals into something more than Dalia ever imagined. Late-night baking, stolen glances, shared secrets... and the impossible hope that maybe, just maybe, someone like him could really see someone like her. But fame is a ruthless flame, and when Advik's world collides with hers, Dalia must ask herself the hardest question: Is love enough when the world is watching-and judging?

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table. Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears. How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed. "Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body. He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor.. He is just my destroyer,I chose myself.. HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! Rated 18+ Enter at your own risk!!

Urvi never thought she'd be here-married to her sister's ex-husband, the man who once loved her with a passion that set the world on fire. But now, he's a stranger to her-emotionally closed off, locked in the past, unable to see her for who she is. Ten years older, a man shaped by heartbreak, he doesn't want her. Not like he once wanted her sister. His heart is a fortress she can't break into. And yet, she longs for him. To be seen. To be touched. To be loved. What happens when her burning desire underneath the drapes of saree seduces him? Will he fulfill her desire..or will Urvi remain bound in loveless marriage forever?? Dive into, SEDUCTION IN SAREE HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! RATED 18+

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.