Trapped in a marriage she never wanted, she finds herself bound to a man who has everything-power, wealth, and a face that could make any heart race-except the ability to love. Cold, ruthless, and emotionally barricaded, he sees their marriage as nothing more than another duty on his long list of responsibilities. At just 26, life has hardened him into an unfeeling force, leaving no space for warmth or affection. But she refuses to be just another obligation. As their worlds collide, the tension crackles-hatred, passion, and an undeniable pull. Will she break through his icy walls and make him feel something, or will she walk away, finding love in the arms of someone else... or something far more dangerous?

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?

*Will be undergoing editing/revamping soon* Riley Smith is about as troubled as they come, he's anorexic but in denial about it and fights a lot. What happens when his parents kick him out then he is forced into an institute for troubled boys. He meets 3 boys and a man who change his life forever. Scars take time to heal, so will the Institute be the place for Riley to find love and get better? TWs (these will not be on the top of chapters so consider this your final warning) Self Harm Eating Disorder (very detailed including weight, purging and anorexic habits) Abuse Blood Fighting Angst Smut Drugs Homophobia Suicide Kidnapping This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as abuse, suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct or anything like that, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people. Please be respectful in the comments and if anyone is struggling do reach out for support!

Mayan x Abhi (COMPLETED!!!) RATED "R" FOR MATURE CONTENT..... *** "Do you regret it?" Abhi questioned but Mayan stay quiet. With a sigh, Abhi wiped away the tears and leaned down to kiss him. But Mayan pushed him away and without giving an another glance to him, he collect his clothes and walked ahead towards the bathroom. While still holding the door knob, not looking back at Abhi, in a dead voice, he yelled, "YES. Yes I regret it Because I'm not a pure. I'm a sinner." Abhi stood froze there, stunned. While watching at Mayan's retreating figure, he whispered to himself, "You're the most pure person, baby. And I'm the profane one here, not you." **** Meet, Twenty year old, an innocent and caring Mayan Gupta is just starting his new college life away from his family in a new State. He loves to help everyone. But a very timid person who doesn't talk much but when you get to know him, you'll love to spend more time with him. Twenty two year old, bold and careless Abhi Rajputt is in his last year of college. He wants to finish his studies early so that he could enjoy his life. He is a possessive person who don't like to share. Both of them, are unknown from each other. But what will happen when they have to share a room? Are they ready to fight back the feelings which they felt for each others? Are they ready to reveal their secrets? Are they really that IMPURE as they thought of themselves or PURE as they thought about each other? Click on the READ section to know about it. (More than 50,000 words!!) Cover by @SuperSonicPager

Complete on Dreame and Ao3 Elliot, Sawyer, and Teagan have been in a polyamorous bdsm relationship for about a year when they're asked to help train a new sub who has just joined their nightclub 'The Closet'. Beau, the new sub, never would've guessed how much of an impact he'd have on their lives, but once he shows up, there's a whole world of changes that await. Note: this book and the book 'Challenge' are in the same time, so you should read in order based on notes at the beginning of chapters. Warning: • VERY MATURE THEMES • Mental Illness • Abuse • BDSM (obviously)

Owen Dennis is a twenty-two year old submissive who has a hard time finding a Master due to his muscular frame and dislike of bottoming. He settles for being a switch, but he wants more. He's oblivious, anxious, works out all the time, frequents frat parties, and is studying to be an electric engineer. He's got a few good friends, but most notable of them all was David, an erratic medical student with, what Owen assumed, was commitment issues. Overall, though, he leads a pretty boring, mundane life. Well, at least until Owen runs into an angelically beautiful boy at a frat party who manages to flip his world upside down, and allowed him to see things that he was previously blind to. 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 © 2022 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+