#1 in India's Top 10 - 31/08/2026 #2 in India's Top 10 - 30/08/2026 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE The CEO of Rathore & Groups. Born into wealth and power, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is the heir to one of India's most influential business empires. At a young age, he became one of the country's most influential businessmen, handling multi-million-dollar deals with ease. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly commanding, he is the kind of man whose mere presence silences an entire room. To the world, he is cold, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Emotions are a weakness he buried long ago, and trust is something he rarely gives. Yet beneath his hard exterior exists a fiercely protective heart that emerges only for the people he truly cares about. "Just six months, Miss Rishikesh," His gaze passing over her as if she were a ghost. "Yeh contract khatam hone do... and then I'll throw you out of my company myself. I won't have to see your face, and you won't have to deal with a 'heartless' man ever again. Mark my words." AKSHITA MEHRA A simple girl from Rishikesh. Kind-hearted, cheerful, and full of dreams, Akshita Mehra moves to Udaipur to build a better future for herself and her family. After a painful chapter of her life that still haunts her, she is determined to start over and leave her fears behind. But fate has other plans when she becomes the personal assistant of Abhimanyu Singh Rathore-a man as cold and powerful as she is warm and compassionate. "Mujhe toh bas aisa koi chahiye jo mujhe waise pyaar kare jaise Shiv Ji Maa Parvati se karte hain. Someone who looks at me and sees his entire world, someone who can find the rhythm in my endless chatter and the silence in my soul." Two completely different worlds. One unexpected love story. But are they truly meant to be?

"I never believed in love but when I met you I was relieved because you understood my concerns." Akshita said in a soft voice trying her best to hide her lone tear from falling down. "I .."Abhimanyu tried to say but Akshita motioned him to stop. "We are not engaged yet and I don't want to hear any false sweet words of yours . It's good I got to know about you and Riya before our engagement."Akshita said in a stern tone . "Come on, babe you can't hold the already broken string to be mend . And he doesn't even deserves you. A dog can only like a bitch ." Anjali said mockingly giving deathly stares to Abhimanyu and Riya. After a betrayal from her cousin and her fiance Akshita was left heartbroken moreover confused . And starts a new journey with her career for her successful future which she always wished for but what will happen when she gets entangled with her brother's rival who is also her stalker? Rude boy × Savage girl Mature Love story

One wedding . Two funerals . And a vows written in her groom's blood. ​Aastha Sharma was the daughter of my enemy the final sacrifice for my revenge. I burned her groom alive. I gave her a choice: The Grave or The Sinner. ​She chose the Sinner. Now, she wears my mangalsutra like a collar, a constant reminder that her life no longer belongs to her. I am the villain of her story, and I'm just getting started. She was married, bound forever, in the ashes of the man she loved. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* Book 1 of Sinner Series (can be read as standalone)

Taking down this book on 1st October "Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't. ••• Completed • First Draft - Edited. Watty2025 winner #1 in #Romance #1 in #Brotherbestfriend #2 in #bestfriendsbrother #2 in #icehockey

❤️‍🔥*A river. A sun. A love neither believed in.* Kaveri Ramanathan has spent her whole life believing she is the kind of person rooms forget. Raised in a Chennai orphanage, plus-size in a world that never let her forget it, she has perfected the quiet art of taking up no space - grateful to be liked, never once expecting to be *chosen.* Vikram Aditya Devaraj doesn't have that problem. Heir to one of Bangalore's most powerful business families, he is chosen by everyone - boardrooms, magazines, women his mother approves of - and wants none of it. Not since he watched love destroy the two people who were supposed to teach him what it meant. He stopped believing in it years ago. He's never once needed to reconsider. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Until a laugh he wasn't looking for, from a woman whose face he hadn't even seen. Brought to Bangalore by Aravind - the brother who has been her father, mother, and shield since she was eleven years old - Kavi is just beginning to learn this city, this language, this strange new life, when her path tangles, irreversibly, with a man who has built his entire existence on never being undone by anyone. What follows is messy, funny, fiercely tender, and occasionally reckless - two people from different languages, different worlds, different wounds, falling toward each other while everything in both their histories tells them not to. Pride. Family. Jealousy. Misunderstanding. And underneath all of it, something neither of them asked for and both of them, eventually, cannot live without. She thinks she has never been seen. He has never seen anyone the way he sees her. *Some rivers, it turns out, were always going to find the sun."

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

"Kise paache ite na phire Jtne tere pchhe bhatak rh Laa ke chhati se Khne de na I Love You chhori.. tere ke saans atak rhe he" ----- Adhiraj Sangwan had everything. Power. Money. Respect. Criminals feared his name. Though he also no less than them. 'Gunda MLA' That's what they said. Officers straightened their backs when he entered a room. Politicians thought twice before challenging him. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he would sit alone on the balcony of his palace with a cup of ginger tea growing cold in his hands. Waiting. "Ram Ram, Sahab." A soft voice suddenly echoed from his phone. A smile appeared on his face instantly. The kind of smile no journalist had ever managed to capture. "Kitni baar kaha hai aapse..." he murmured. "When will you stop calling me Sahab?" A small laugh came from the other side. Then came her teasing reply. "The day you stop acting like one." He laughed. A genuine laugh. And at that moment of the day, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter. Because somewhere under the same sky... His favorite person was smiling too. God. He was so hopeless. --- "Pehle dikhi toh achi lagi, fir dikhi toh pyari lagi.. ab pyari lagi toh laga meri honi chahiye" Politician × Doctor Not so typical. Just read chapters of introduction. I definitely think as a reader you'll love the saga. If not, then please feel free to leave thinking as if it's not your taste. Ignore my little little mistakes. I'm new to all this but I love writing. English isn't my first language. ||Silent readers are welcome, but active readers are unforgettable|| !!!ONGOING!!!

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Total Chapters : 27 Started on : February 2025 Completed on : December 2025 Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.