"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

We weren't in love. We were an inferno-ruthless, consuming, the kind of fire that left nothing but smoke and scars. Vikram was my first kiss, my first time, my first taste of forever. And he was the first boy who ever made me fear the way love could bruise. One look in his eyes and I saw my father's madness staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could-I ripped us apart before he could ruin me too. But Vikram never let me walk away clean. He made sure I bled for it. He fucked his way through half the class, made me watch him turn cruel, made me choke on the ashes of what we used to be. He made me watch him become everything I hated. And still, I loved him like a fool. Still, I gave him one rule-don't touch her. The girl who made my life a living hell. The one betrayal that would cut me deeper than all the rest. And he did it anyway. That was the day I buried whatever soft, stupid love I had left for him. That was the day I decided Vikram Chauhan could burn alone. Now he's back in my life. Older. Colder. Dangerous in ways even he wasn't before. And he's looking at me like I'm still his, like the years and the ruin mean nothing. But he doesn't get to set me on fire twice. Too bad, Vikram. This time, it's not happening.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

The Sin Series is a collection of short erotic romance stories woven with desire, temptation, and the thrill of the forbidden. Each tale explores the moments where restraint breaks, boundaries blur, and longing takes control. These stories are not just about passion but about the sins people commit in silence, the cravings they hide, and the emotions that consume them when love becomes dangerous. Filled with intense chemistry, unspoken yearning, possessive pulls, and slow-burning sensuality. Every story stands alone, yet all are bound by one truth - some temptations are too powerful to deny, and some sins feel far too good to resist. Enter a world where desire whispers, rules shatter, and passion leaves its mark.

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Abhay, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

Aayan x Aashi: Grumpy x Sunshine, Age Gap, Marriage of Convenience, Contract Marriage Aayan - "Please don't expect love or compassion from me. I can promise you respect, but I'll never be able to give you the place of a wife. However, I can be your friend, for the time being." "Good," Aashi replied straightforwardly, "I expect nothing more than privacy and space from you. We won't interfere in each other's lives." "Agreed. I'll draft a contract for this marriage and send it to your place. Please review it carefully and sign it," Aayan responded. Story Overview: Aayan Singhania, the disciplined and driven CEO of Adviti Corporation Ltd., agrees to marry Aashi to fulfill his late wife's dying wish. Punctuality is his lifeblood, and his workaholic, career-oriented nature has built an impenetrable wall around his heart. His heart is locked away, sealed off by the promise he made to himself to never love again after the loss of his wife. Aashi Rathore, on the other hand, is his complete opposite-clumsy, perpetually late, and brimming with energy. She's a sweet, extroverted young woman who hides a deep fear of love, rooted in past traumas. Yet, beneath her bubbly exterior lies a girl who still dreams of the kind of love she reads about in books, the kind that makes life worth waking up to each day. When destiny intertwines their lives, will they be able to break down the barriers they've built around their hearts? Will love blossom between them despite the odds, or will they remain locked in the roles they've chosen for themselves?

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #3 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Ahana Rajput appears to have it all. Wealth, love, and a picture perfect family. Known for her radiant smile and her role as the biggest cheerleader for the love stories around her, she is the life of every party. But beneath her glowing exterior lies a world of secrets, a past she can't escape, and a future clouded with uncertainty. When she is thrust into an unexpected arranged marriage, her carefully constructed life begins to unravel. Yuvraj Singhania, the ruthless "ice king" of the business world, is a man of few words and fewer emotions. Scarred by a painful past, he's built walls around his heart, detaching himself from everything. Yet, there's one thing Yuvraj cannot control. His growing obsession with Ahana. What begins as a cold, calculated alliance soon turns into a clash of wills. Is their marriage just another business deal, or could it become something far more powerful? As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface. Secrets that bind them in ways neither of them could have anticipated. Lies threaten to tear them apart, but love might just offer them a chance at redemption. Two broken souls. One fateful bond. Will they overcome their haunting pasts, or will their secrets destroy them before love has a chance to bloom? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.