12th Century. A Ruthless King. A Rebel from the Future. Maharaja Veerendra Singh knows only war and power. Diya Gupta knows only justice and freedom. When fate tosses Diya into the world of Vijaygarh, she doesn't just survive-she revolts.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

A student professor arrange marriage romance ｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。 ✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧ (⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠) TROPES- Arrange marriage ✓ Age gap ✓ Student × Professor ✓ Grumpy × Sunshine ✓ Slow burn✓ Jealousy ✓ Green flag ✓ #2 in youngadult #3 in comdey-drama #9 in cute #4 in cute #4 in agegap

#1 book of Obsession series (complete) Maya X Rudra (Professor X Student) → MAYA RAICHAND, a 21-year-old college student, is the cherished youngest daughter of her family. Loved and spoiled by everyone, she carries an infectious smile that can brighten even the darkest days. But beneath her cheerful exterior lies a lingering fear-fear of HIM. → RUDRA SINGHANIA, the 29-year-old mathematics professor, is as feared as he is respected. With a stern demeanor, a short temper, and an unyielding sense of discipline, he keeps everyone at a distance. But there is one exception-HER. She is his only weakness, the only thing he would break his own rules for... the only thing he would kill for.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 "Welcome to Hell miss... No Mrs. Siya Digvijay Singh Rathor." "Ye tumhara naam hai ya highway jo chlat hi ja raha hai." They both are looking at each other with intersty in their eyes which can burn the world. They hate each other. Can their hate turn into love or they will burn the world with Revenge. Join the journey of Digvijay Singh Rathor and Siya Thakur! Warning ⚠️ - Mature content 18+ 🔞 Rankings:- #1 loveatfirsrside - 8 Sep, 2024 #13 Wattpadrommance - 3 Oct, 2024 #2 Wattpadrommance - 4 oct, 2024 #3 Wattpadindia - 31 oct, 2024 #1 lovestory - 30 nov, 2024 #1 darklove- 1 dec, 2024

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

Book 1 in "His Peace Series" ✨✨ A twenty one years old girl from India and a twenty two years old boy from the USA met and fell in love with each other on internet. They both imagine their future without meeting each other. But, the girl unwillingly ends the relationship because she can't go against her parents wish and blocked him from all the social networking sites. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• Whereas he came to India after 5 years to make her, his wife. (𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔... 𝑨𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏- 𝟐𝟕 𝒚𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂- 𝟐𝟔 𝒚𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅) -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• "She'll be mine, She has to be mine by hook or by crook" --------------------------------------------------- *HIGLY MATURE CONTENT*

Privious name of this book : Twisted Obsession : A Mafia Romance "obssetion? No, kiddo. What I feel for you is much darker than that." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ "Run if you want kiddo. I enjoy the chase." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ Slap He didn't touch his cheek. He didn't blink. Something inside him simply shut down-the human part. What was left was the Beast. Not rage-rage is loud. This was control. This was the silence of the deep ocean. He stepped closer, invading her space until she was forced to "Interesting," he murmured. That was all. No explosion. No shouting. And that frightened her more than any roar ever could. He reached out and took her wrist. His grip was firm, unavoidable-a band of iron that didn't squeeze, but simply ended her freedom. "Do you know," he said, his voice lowering to a register that vibrated in her bones, "how many people pray I don't notice them? How many men have died just for looking at me the wrong way?" His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. Her heartbeat was frantic, a trapped bird. "And you," he continued, his eyes darkening into twin voids of obsidian, "raise your hand on me." He released her wrist suddenly, only to grab her upper arm with a strength that brooked no resistance. He began to drag her. Not toward the house. Not toward the towels. He dragged her toward the dark, restricted end of the pool-the section where the water was deep, shadowed by the overhanging architecture. "Advay, stop! You're hurting me!" He didn't respond. He didn't even seem to hear her. He stepped down into the water first, fully dressed in his charcoal trousers and silk shirt. The surface changed around him, shifting and swirling as if recognizing its master. Then, she saw them. Five shadows beneath the surface. Massive. Sleek. Moving in a rhythmic, terrifying orbit. There are Sharks . Vrishti's breath froze in her throat. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ad