Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.

Unforgettable Series #1 High school sweethearts were supposed to last forever, or so I thought when I married Wilson McConnell. Some pains in life are that terrific, something you wouldn't wish upon your greatest enemy. The betrayal of a person who you thought was your soulmate was one of them. He could beg, explain, justify, grovel and pay for his sins. I could be angry, listen to him, get annoyed, have pity and sympathise with him. What he couldn't do was make anything the same or better, ever again! What I couldn't do was ever take him back! In the end there's only just one question left, How Could You?

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

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

She was my son's girlfriend. But I had her first. They call me brilliant. Untouchable. A man of power, sharpened by betrayal and perfected by silence. But the truth? I'm a ruin dressed in control. Then came her. Faith Chen. Nineteen. Too young. Too reckless. Too perfect. Green eyes like shattered glass, cutting straight through the walls I swore no one could breach. I should've looked away. Should've let Paris swallow her whole. Instead, I pulled her closer. And now-God help us both-I don't know if I want to save her, ruin her, or let her ruin me. But the cruelest part? She isn't just temptation. She's my son's girlfriend. Because in the end, everything burns. And this time, it's not just my past going up in flames.

Alessia Moretti is an Italian Mafia Princess. But what happens if she falls for a bartended in New York? She walked into my bar with a fake name and eyes that carried centuries of expectation. I don't know why a woman like her-refined, controlled, clearly hiding from a past that spans oceans-is sleeping in the spare room of my Queens loft. She says she's a nobody. But I watch the way she holds a wine glass. The way a British accent slips into her vowels when she's tired. The way she stands like she's never had to slouch for survival. My name is Noah Thorne. I'm a bar manager. I'm loyal. I'm a protector. And I'm about to become the only thing standing between her and the people who want her back in a cage. They call her the Golden Bird. But they forgot the most important rule: Cages break. And when they do, I'll be the one to teach her how to fly.

He forgot their love. She never could. Now she has to watch him choose someone else. _______ He woke up thinking he was still in love with the woman he lost. He didn't remember the one he chose. Seth Sterling has everything-a powerful name, a future set in stone, and a love story that was supposed to end in forever. Until an accident erases five years of his life. Now, the last woman he remembers is his first love. The one he walked away from. The one he once swore he'd never leave. But the woman waiting for him- the one wearing his ring, the one who knows every version of him- is a stranger. Juliet "Jules" Hagen was supposed to marry him in a few weeks. She loved Seth through every version of himself-the guarded man, the broken one, the one who learned how to love again. Now she's face to face with the only version she never prepared for- the man who doesn't remember loving her at all. As Seth searches for answers in a past he no longer understands, Jules is left with a choice: fight for a love he doesn't remember... or let him go before he breaks her all over again. Because sometimes, forgetting is easy. Remembering is what hurts.

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.

Hii myself dr vikramaditya varma. I am surgeon by profession also a mentor and writter. I am 32 year old... Everything was fine but suddenly everything went upside down in my personal life.... The girl who was suppose to call me brother in law is now going to call me husband. Myself siya kashyap.I am 20 year old...waiting for my results of the entrance exam so i can take admission in the medical college.I want to become a dr just like my brother in law... But wait now he is my husband... Why just why #12 in brotherinlaw 12/09/2025 Peep in the story... Please dont read if you are not ready for mature content.... All copyright reserve to me except the picture.... So dont even think of copying my work.