Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

Kaushiki finds herself in a deeply unusual situation when Mrs. Mukherjee, makes an unexpected request. Kaushiki, the daughter of a driver who once worked for the wealthy Mukherjee family in Kolkata, the owners of a prestigious bank, had grown up around their kindness. The family had always been generous to their staff, especially when Kaushiki's father fell ill. They provided financial support until she could secure a job of her own. Now a preschool teacher, Kaushiki still received occasional funds from Mrs. Mukherjee as extra support. Deeply grateful, her reverence for the Mukherjee family knew no bounds. One day, Mrs. Mukherjee called Kaushiki to share a delicate matter: her elder son, now the chairman of the bank and married to the daughter of a renowned jewellery brand owner, was unable to have children. He needed a surrogate mother. Wishing for someone known and trusted, Mrs. Mukherjee turned to Kaushiki. Indebted and unable to refuse, Kaushiki agreed but the challenge weighed heavily on her. The man she was meant to bear a child for was none other than Nirvaan Mukherjee, her long-time and unrequited crush. Or perhaps it wasn't truly one-sided because there was one girl who had never left the heart of the great chairman Nirvaan Mukherjee: the young daughter of the driver he used to play with as a child. Follow the extraordinary journey of Kaushiki and Nirvaan as they navigate family, duty and the complexities of love. Updates on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

Jalaluddin Muhammad, The mighty and merciless Emperor of Hindustan, never believed in love. He conquered kingdoms and women with the same ruthless grip. No softness. No feelings. No attachments. But the moment his eyes fell upon Jodha Bai, the innocent and breathtaking Rajput princess he married for political gain, something in him stirred-not tenderness, but hunger. She wasn't like his harem women. She didn't flirt, didn't defy, didn't even know how tempting she was. Her shyness, her lowered lashes, her quiet tremble when he touched her-only fueled the fire inside him. He expected Fire. He received Softness. But Softness can still tame a lion-if she survived his passion.

he was rich, handsome, arrogant hell possessive by his nature he doesn't like to share what's his everyone afraid from him but unfortunately after accident he started behaving like a kid and due to his anger issues no one is able to control him until her BABBYSITTER came into her life will she able to cure him and make him just like before ? she was cute, bubbly, and hell beautiful but unfortunately she was orphan she crave for love but what happen when her destiny collide with him who is totally alone from inside and want someone to heal will she able to heal him? peep into the story to know

Aayna is married to three brothers not because of choice, but because of her father's belief in traditions and her own greed for her parents' inheritance. Her only way out is a signed contract in which she must survive this marriage with no rebellion. No mistakes. Nothing that could trigger an early divorce. There is no way out for three years, but the longer she survives, the more inheritance she gets. Will she be able to end this marriage after three years, or will she fall in love with them and choose to stay? Read Married To Three Brothers to find out.

"His obsession will consume her until there's nothing left ❤️‍🔥" Destiny played it's game once and they were separated but will it be able to do again when the same story repeats with more dangerous obsession, mind plays and strategies Rudraksha "Rudra" Rana grows up under the shadow of his father, Arjun Rana, the notorious power‑broker who bends laws, markets, and even media to his will. Raised in luxury, Rudra learns early that the world bends to his name-and his desires. Yet a single person since his childhood haunts him: a shy, bright‑eyed girl named Aarohi, the daughter of Arjun's longtime confidant, Minister Devendra Deshmukh Aarohi "Aaru" Deshmukh the daughter of Devendra Deshmukh, she never really understand the strange hate towards her that was inflicted by her family being deaf and chubby also doesn't help her situation, always bending herself to their needs and doing everything to make them happy but she still didn't get the love she craves and deserved and when she finally starts to live for herself she's stuck with Rudraksha What will she do when she's caught in the Rudraksha Rana's Obsession where the world bends to his needs and gives everything that he wants will she be able to escape? To know further read the story Politician's obsession: the silent devotion 2 THIS BOOK IS A SECOND PART BUT COULD BE READ AS A STANDALONE ~By chubby obsession Book #2 of Silent Devotion Series

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Katha travelled to another country; Nepal. Which was a small trekking trip with her school friends. Unaware of how a late-night hangout in the streets of Nepal turns into Katha's worst nightmare when she was kidnapped, caged in an abandoned palace by the spoiled heir of the most powerful business empire in India - Levis D'Souza. But destiny had other plans. YashRaj wasn't searching for her. He was hunting his enemy. Ruthless. Focused. Unforgiving. Yet in the middle of revenge, he finds her instead. And the girl who was never meant to be part of his war becomes the only thing he cannot walk away from. He rescued her, murdered his rival. As fate weaves its silent threads, they collide once again - this time not in darkness, but in the corridors of a university. He, a final-year law student with a storm behind his calm eyes. She, a first-year engineering student with dreams brighter than the chaos he carries. She fell first. But he fell harder... 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨: 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘟 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘟 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘟 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 A slow and steady romance book which demands your utmost patience. Because some love stories aren't written in ink. They're written in the destiny- and sealed in blood.