❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Rajveer Rajvanshi always wishes to become the king and Siya rathore is destined to marry the soon to be king of Rajgarh. What will happen when destiny has another plan .

Jo Mera hai uspar kisi ka haq toh kya... Nazar bhi bardaasht nahi h mujhe... She is the only peace he craves in this chaotic world... It was love at first sight for him, he didn't saw her but knew that she was the peace he was craving in his life... For him she was ready to change her life plans and become his forever without any second thought... ___________________________________________ Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh The King of Rajasthan and the CEO of "Rajvansh empire". The devil in the underworld and most ruthless and cold person you've ever seen. The man with power and money. Everyone respects him as much as they fear him. Naira Singhania The most kind hearted person you've ever met. only girl born in singhania family after 7 generation she is the princess of her family. And an famous and excellent cardiologist by occupation. Join the journey of love from here to eternity...

I'm sorry I wasn't looking" I said rubbing my elbow because his chest was HARD. "Yeah you weren't, Watch where you're going" he said in a rude tone. I was furious at this moment because he wasn't looking either. It was his fault too. "Helloo! You watch your tone. You're not supposed to talk to me like that...anyone, for the matter of fact" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his side so my back was on his chest...well his torso because I was obviously shorter. And let me tell you his colonge was addictive. I loved it but I was angry to pay attention to that. "Listen, whatever your name is. I guess you're new here, so let me give you a little peice of advice. DON'T MESS WITH ME" he said warning me. But I was obviously not taking it. "Listen you whatever YOUR name is, I'm not afraid of your little threats so don't even bother giving me any advices" I said mocking him. He growled in pain as I hit him in his stomach with my elbow and left not even looking back but I could imagine his anger filled face. ••••••••••••••••••••••• This is a story about a love that happened accidentally. None of them expected this. It just happened. Tara is a shy sweet, introvert and innocent college girl who loved her small bubble where her loved ones are allowed. In case of boys and all, she didn't pay attention to that. She thought she always liked sweet guys. But she had an encounter with a rude and arrogant guy who she hated in the very first glance. Raunak was a rude college senior who thought he ruled the world. He was a typical 'ameer baap ki bigdi aulaad". What happens when he meets Tara who doe sn't seem to be affected by any of these and talks back to his rude behavior. He thought being rude was a quality and He thought he would get his heart broken if he will be nice and sweet and people will use him. But when Tara entered his life, it all changed. She showed him who he really was.

"I can be the dark, just for you to love your brightness." Reyansh Rathore. *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 Guilt and remorse can become your constant companions, clinging to your soul until you decide to release them. Yet, will your conscience ever grant you that release? Just as Kiraz's never did. A man who inadvertently plucked her from the abyss, their lives colliding at the uncharted fringes of their hearts. Heart. A wild part. However, in midst of love, their comes a villian but what happens if the hero is the villian. Or the hero was never the hero. He can burn the world just for her, but what if, his secrets burns her. [The book is under heavy editing. Ignore the cringe mistakes for the time being.] *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 A story of mafia and his obsession. [ ROMCOM+SLOW-BURN+ANGST]

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

[ Available to read on scrollstack upto chp 31 - link in bio! ] "You can let go of me now" Parwati said softly, her lehenga now thoroughly drenched, though she couldn't say that the Maharaj was looking any better. "Why?" Vikram's voice was low, his grip on her waist tightening almost possessively. Parwati's breath caught in her throat as she attempted to explain, "You're getting married, and..." "And you're in love with Gaurav, or is it Ajay?" Vikram's words were sharp, his hold on her becoming even more constricting. SYNOPSIS : In the realm of Paudhagarh, Queen Parwati Verma finds herself trapped in an abusive marriage, devoid of love. However, her world is turned upside down when her kingdom falls into the hands of the ruthless King, Vikram Singh Rathore of Rajputhana. Vikram, scarred by a failed marriage and hardened by a life of war and crime, holds a cynical view of women and love. Yet, his chance encounters with Parwati challenge his beliefs, stirring a familiar longing within him. As they navigate a precarious dance of power and emotion, Vikram must confront his prejudices and Parwati her fears, lest they miss the chance at a love neither believed possible. "𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘪, 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘐𝘓 𝘒𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘠𝘐 𝘋𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘒𝘈𝘕?" 〖 cover designed by @msmidnightwrites 〗 HISTORICAL ROMANCE | FICTION Contains mature content & sensitive themes that may be triggering to some.

"Is this how you are with your clients? They tell you what to do and you drip all over yourself." I bit my lip and shook my head. It felt so good. "No, I don't let them-" I gasped as he rubbed a bit faster and I felt myself nearing completion. "I can't-I can't hold it." "So cum." He purred in that sultry velvet tone... • • • • • • • The life of a Lush Girl is filled with spontaneity. The occasional wealthy client will request a lusty dance or sexual company at his residence. For Rosemary however, nothing could be more spontaneous than the murder of her nefarious client right before her eyes. With fear consuming her, Rosemary debates informing the police of what she was forced to bare witness to. But before she could make a decision, she's kidnapped by members of an organized crime syndicate who hold her hostage to ensure secrecy. But ensuring secrecy becomes trivial when the Boss of the syndicate, Donovan Faust, is faced with more pressing concerns. When word gets out that a target has been placed on him and Rosemary, they must go into hiding in order to avoid the threat. With limited contact to others and sexual drives on high, Rosemary and Donovan find themselves submitting to carnal desires. Both will learn that even the sweetest roses have the sharpest thorns.

Life is twisted for everyone. Every day comes with a new edge, and every night you are left to wonder what turn of events will you face tomorrow. Something similar to the life of Heer and Vivaan. Vivaan Mannan, the man who ruled hearts. Born with no flaws addicted to a daily dose of ego. And thrives only on one thing money. He ain't grateful to have money, money is grateful to have him. A man and woman are fasting every day to have. Heer Batra the perfect definition of the mask. Carries her world where every man craves her. But she isn't that easy. Her fake face can even fool a lie detector. Words that burn down bridges. The most vicious fad yet the calmest of all. When women are dying to have the man of their dreams but the man bears an allergy to marriage, finds himself women to marry on a contract but does not make a contract. When the guy who is ice in fire, gets entangled with a girl, who is flame herself. Will he meltdown or take over the flame, or perhaps there are exactly what they should be for each other?