She was shouting on him in anger cause he didn't listened to her and drank cold water even after having a fever and cough. While the stubborn man's gaze was fixed on her chest as she was not wearing any inner and the thin cotton fabric was not doing a good job in hiding the shape of her mounds. He licked his lips stepping forward clearly avoiding what she's saying. She followed his gaze and it increased her anger more. She crossed her arms deliberately and looked at him. He gulped hard controlling himself not to pin her to the wall. "Look into my eyes when I am talking Mr.Rajput. Otherwise for the next two weeks you will not get a chance to even touch them" Her tone carried a strict warning. He immediately looked into her eyes like an innocent child. Her lips twitched in an evil smirk, she looked at him with narrowed orbs and why not after days she got the chance to tease her husband and definitely she'll not let it slide. She started unbuttoning her shirt with a teasing smile saying, "At what you were staring just now Mr.Rajput?" Her steps slow and steady with a seductive grace. He was fighting with the urge not to look down because he knew his wife's always damm serious with her words. She unbuttoned the last button while standing only one step away from him. The fabric was hanging on her shoulders. She crossed her arms around his nape leaning on him, standing on toes barely touching her front with him. With a slow blink and a small pout she whispered in a soft tone, "You wanna touch" He gulped hard with a slight nod. His hands fisted back on his back, with a clenched jaw, veins popping out on forehead. "Tch You can't" She leaned back but next second a loud gasp left her lips, he pulled her into him by her waist. Her breath hitched in her throat with parted lips. She was about to protest but noticed his eyes never left her. He raised his brows with a mischievous smirk, now it was his turn to tease her. "So"

HIS SERIES 1 SLOW UPDATES SHE WAS HIS THE MOMENT HIS EYES LAID ON HER RUDRAKSH SINGH RAJVANSH the Raja sa of Rajasthan , whole Rajasthan worship him for his unwavering justice, alsa a merciless heartless Mafia king of underworld, cold CEO of rajvansh & co. SHIVIKA PATEL a mischievous naughty personality with sweet carefree nature, daughter of well known businessman. She is kind he is heartless She is talkative he is silent She is mischievous he is serious She is innocent he is cunning She is sunshine he is grumpy She is careless he is careful She is sweet he is cold She is fragile he is merciless She is sensitive he is insensitive ******************************************** Kindly avoid any grammatical mistakes As English is not my first language Updates will be slow Thank you for giving this book a chance and trust me you won't regret it. Starting parts will be short

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"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

"you thought I would love you? look who just had the biggest misconception in their life." I said laughing on the outside but the pain that was circulating through my heart was so immense that I couldn't hide the tears which were forming in my eyes. "you don't know why I did what I did" she said. yeah how will I know. I am the dumbest person on this planet to even think what she had for me was true. "But this is not where it ends. It will end only when I marry you. Mark my words Aanya" I said throwing a punch right beside her face, on the net behind her. ___________________________________________ Aanya Verma, an average Indian girl trying to survive her college life, where she unexpectedly encounters her school enemy. the story takes place when Aanya finds out that her so-called enemy from school is her first one night stand. Vineet Singhal, a calm and sophisticated person. the ever so quiet Vineet loses his calm the moment he comes in contact with this particular girl who knows nothing but how to get on his nerves. At some point, just looking at her face is enough for him to lunge on her like a bull. This complication between them has been caused by a certain someone at a very young age. Both of their minds are filled with hurt for each other. To find out more, dive into their world along with me. Nyraa. ___________________________________________ Story tropes: • enemies to lovers • hate to love • school life to college life to adults • fun banter date of start- 4/3/24 date of end- 14/10/25

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.

No one truly knows what their destiny holds, right? I was just as unaware until I discovered my own. My wife was once a crush of mine-someone I thought I'd never encounter again. Yet here we are, in the same room. She is my wife, and I am her husband. She has changed; she is no longer the soft, fragile person I used to know. Now, she is bold and independent. Her heart feels like it is caged, kept hidden so that no one can read her like an open book. I am Agastya Singhania, her husband, and she is Sanaya Agastya Singhania. We are like two different poles, each with our own distinct personalities.

She is my wife but mysterious is silent. She was someone I used to know in childhood when suddenly she and her family disappeared in thin air. I saw her after years in a club without a hijab on her head. It was the first time I saw her hair. Those black shiny hair that was open and smell like the fucking jasmine. I never knew it. After marrying her, I had to untangle every thread from her life. Her life is a bundle of tangled threads that need patience to be untangled. She becomes a mute, I accept it. She doesn't remember me; I accept it too. But she doesn't remember her name or her parents I can't accept that. Palki Rajput is not a simple woman I got to know after marrying her. She is a mess. My beautiful mess, for her, I can do anything, means anything to keep her to myself, safe and happy. I will burn everyone for her; I can burn even myself if she wants. This much I am obsessed with her. I will get on my knees if she says I look good when I am on my knees for her.