#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06] [ 31/07] [1/2/3/4/5/6/7/08/26] #TOP 3 in India [ 30/7/2026] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

Emilia's world is crumbling-her brother is in desperate need of a kidney transplant, and she's sold everything to keep him alive. She's on the verge of loosing it all when something unexpected happens at the hospital. Mistaken for the mother of a mafia lord's daughter, Emilia's life does a 180 turn.. Alaric Castillo, cold and commanding, demanded she became his daughter's nanny, and she agreed-on one condition. He'll pay for her brother's surgery. A tight bond forms between Emilia and the child. But the more time she spends with Alaric, the more she discovers a side of him that's buried beneath layers of control and power. What started as a reluctant partnership soon became something deeper, but in a world ruled by secrets and enemies, love is a dangerous game. Caught between her past, her present with Alaric, and the deadly feud that is trying to ruin them all, Emilia must decide-will she fight for her heart or walk away from the only family she's ever known?

TWO COUSINS SISTER MARRIED TO TWO BROTHER!! Inaya and Varanya, more than just cousins-sisters at heart-never imagined their fates would intertwine so deeply. Both find themselves married into the same powerful family, tied to two brothers who change their lives forever. Inaya, a hopeless romantic, had her heart set on another, but destiny had other plans. Avyukt Ranawat, a man of power and arrogance, despised the very idea of this marriage, yet he went through with it for his own benefit. Cold and controlling, he sees her as nothing more than a strategic move-but can even a man like him resist love forever? Meanwhile, Varanya, a carefree dreamer, once rejected Yugant Ranawat, never thinking twice about it. But Yugant was never a man to accept defeat. Now married, he has his own plans, and she finds herself caught between her past choices and his unshaken determination. As emotions clash and hearts defy reason, will these men, known for their arrogance and control, ever surrender to love? And can Inaya and Varanya find happiness in a marriage they never chose?

We should be doing this," I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it. "Yes we shouldn't," he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down. "If we get caught," I muttered, moaning as his fingers found my slick entrance and he rubbed. My knees shook but he held me against himself with his other hand. "If we get caught," he repeated. It was as if this had become some sort of game between him and I. Repeating each other's words like this. "I could be expelled and your job would be taken from you," I completed. "Yes, that could happen," he answered with a nod of his head. He moved away from me and stared into my eyes. "But it won't happen. We won't get caught. I won't tell, if won't tell." "I'd be crazy to tell someone," I answered, my eyes searching his. "Hmm," he answered with a nod of his head. His face was blank and it was quite hard to know if he was already rethinking what we were doing. I wouldn't blame him if he was. Why would he thro away his career for me? He sidestepped me and walked to the door, locking it behind us. "Now I'm going to need you to be quiet. Can you do that?" "Can you be quiet for me?" He asked again. "You need to be quiet if you don't want them to catch us," he told me. I nodded my head, staring into his eyes. Yes. I could be quiet for him. I would be quiet for him. "Use your words, sweetie," he murmured as he walked back to me and placed his hands under my chin, raising it up. "Yes," I breathed out. "Good girl. On your knees," he commanded. **** When your one night stand turns out to be your professor, there's only one thing to do- continue to sleep with him. And that was exactly what Sophia is going to do. She's faced with a forbidden attraction that's hard to resist until she finds out his dark secret; he's a vampire. Will her passion overcome the secrets he had been hiding from her or will the shadows tear them apart?

Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

Yara Isaye loses her family in an accident. Two days later, she wakes up in a novel she once read, as the story's villainess, Yara Julian Isaye. Tyrannical, cruel, and unforgiving. Destined to be rejected by her own family, and the one fated to die at the hands of the Empire's most unfeeling man. She already knows how it unfolds. So she keeps her distance. She does not reach for them, does not question the role she has been given. It is easier to accept what has already been written than to hope for something else. Grief dulls everything else, whether she lives or dies no longer feels important. Until the story begins to shift. A hesitation where there should be indifference, a quiet concern that does not belong, and the man who was meant to kill her, once distant, and unmoved, no longer looks at her as he should, but with something far more difficult to name. Yara tells herself it changes nothing, because some endings are deserved. Aren't they? [Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so expect grammatical errors]

He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

"He has an Angel face with fierceful eyes" "Her lips are like a drug.... And I am addicted to them." "You hurt me the most...... And me being a fool, I am falling for you deeper and deeper." Aurora simple yet elegant girl, finds herself beside this man who is the Devil himself never he heard of the word love in his life and always has these eyes which can kill a person with just one look Will she be able to give him love? Will she be able to survive this journey of her life? And most importantly will she be able to make him feel love? Read to know 😉~

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478