~ 𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡ 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 Vedika is a quiet, introverted girl who believes being alone is safe, not unloved-soft, unseen, and untouched by the world's noise. But brave enough to stand against wrong. Ahaan Singh Rathore is her opposite in every way-lively, extroverted, a football player, the most famous and handsome guy in college. He is the kind of man who loves and hates with his whole heart; there is no in-between. And when they meet they clash: He wanted her to surrender, yet she had never learned how. Their tangled family ties bind them together in ways neither can escape, even when they wish they could. And something happens that brutally changes their life no one expected. What happened that their lives are totally changed ? What are those family relations that they couldn't solve. Will their rivalry melt into something softer, sweeter, and full of surprising turns? Let's step into the story.❤️

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 ᴀʙʜɪᴍᴀᴀɴ: ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀʜᴀɴᴀ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ? ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. ᴀʜᴀɴᴀ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱ- ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀɪꜱᴛ, ɴᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. This story contains Mature and abusive contents and many things like this which might triggered you so read at your own risk because i will not gonna tolerate any judgement about my characters. If you are sensitive then leave this book. Chapter 1+ 2 are combined

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

Ishq Mubarak is the second sequel of Sarpanch's Biwi. Before beginning this story, I would highly recommend reading the first book to get a better understanding of the characters, their past, and their journey. Five years have passed. At twenty-six, Ishanvi Surya is no longer the broken girl trapped by her past. After surviving a traumatic childhood and being diagnosed with PTSD, she slowly found her way back to life through therapy, paintings, and the unwavering support of her family. Today, she is a professional artist whose canvas speaks the words she once couldn't. At twenty-five, Vivian Tripathi has finally found his purpose. After years of confusion, setbacks, and losing his direction, he fought his way back and earned the position he once dreamed of-an IPS officer. She paints emotions. He fights crime. She learned to heal. He learned to stand tall. But what happens when fate brings together two souls who have spent years fighting their own battles? Can a man who dedicated his life to protecting others protect the woman he loves from her past? And can a woman who rebuilt herself from broken pieces allow herself to love without fear? A story of healing, friendship, love, and finding light after darkness. Welcome to Ishq Mubarak.

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.

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

This story contain mature themes [18+] People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

"You like it, don't you?" "What?" I managed to breathe. "The fear, Miss Night," he mused, "you crave it." _______________________________________ Sabina Night owes Antonio Marafi her life. But when he asks her to spy on the Russo crime family, Sabina starts to wonder if maybe her debt is too high of a cost. Gio Russo: ruthless, handsome, and intelligent. Too intelligent. He knows that Sabina's hiding something. But what is that worth when he can't seem to stay away from her? He's about to find out. ________________________________________ **Updated Weekly** **Mature Themes**