"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #2 '•°•𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 × 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲•°•' "No... I don't... I can't be a part of this!" she cried hysterically, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. He stepped closer, his face calm, almost gentle but the danger in his eyes made her heart stop. Slowly, he cupped her trembling face. "You were always a part of this, Cherry," he murmured softly, pulling her into his arms while she continued to cry. "You can run from the world if you want," he whispered near her ear. "But you will never escape me." .... 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥 Age 30. Tall, dangerously handsome, with a presence that makes people fall silent the moment he walks into a room. A self-made billionaire and the sole heir of Shergill Industries. Powerful, ruthless, and feared in the business world. For Veer, emotions are nothing but weaknesses. His life has only one purpose-revenge. Revenge against the people who once destroyed everything he had. And he is willing to destroy anyone who stands in his way... But what happens when the path of his revenge leads him to a girl who was never meant to be part of his war? 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 A gentle, innocent soul who still believes there is good even in the worst situations. Her small world revolves around her masi, her cousin brother, and her friends. Her only goal in life is to become a successful fashion designer and build a life filled with happiness and peace. What if the world she trusts so blindly turns out to be nothing more than a fragile illusion? What if one man's entry into her life shatters everything she believed in? And what if the man who destroys her peace... refuses to let her go? ... In a world filled with power, secrets, revenge, and dangerous love, several lives are about to collide

this story revolves around a simple girl and a ruthless mafia leader who never cares about anyone except his business and his own pleasure. and a cute college going girl who was unaware of him and his intentions. " where are you going....." he asked in husky voice. "why do you want to know"....... she said in anger. she knows nothing about him but all she knows that he can't hurt her but why .....that what she doesn't know. she is a rebel and he is dominating and controlling. how will they adjust? if they will love or hate each other? this story is mostly in English but some sentences might be in Hindi but with English translation but with some Indian touch. and this story contains abusive language, dark romance, fantasy. so please consider this before reading. this is my first story so there may be some grammatical mistakes, so please ignore them and enjoy the story. #givemeabreak

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

This story revolve around 1920's era. A simple 18 years old girl who is like an innocent flower who doesn't know about how the world works because her whole world revolves around her parents and her two elder sisters. A 27 years old sarpanch who is the head of 9 villages and had connections with higher officials. Nobody can utter a single word against him. so shall we start......

This is a draft idea for my new story. This idea just came into my mind. Didn't wanted to forget it so I wrote it down. Bow I am insecure so I am publishing it so I can get honest opinions.

Ten years ago they sat two rows apart and nothing happened. Now Freen Sarocha is the most powerful woman in Thailand and Becky Armstrong just made partner at thirty-one and they're at the same party and it's been three seconds and Freen already knows she's in trouble. What starts as one night becomes an arrangement. What becomes an arrangement becomes something neither of them has a word for. And when you're two people who are very good at knowing exactly what you want - - it turns out you can still be completely blindsided by it. "This is just sex," Freen said. She was the worst liar she'd ever met. ⚠️ mature content. slow burn. explicit. angst with a destination. do not read if you want to be okay.

Where the world felt uncertain, she stood unshaken -- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.

The story is about a cheerful girl, an artist named Freen Sarocha. Freen studies at Otis College of the Arts in Los Angeles with her best friend Nam, who soon introduces the blonde to her boyfriend's sister, Rebecca Armstrong. A biker girl whose heart is extremely difficult to get close to. Or almost impossible...

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."