(#9 in MISTERIO) 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐅𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye," Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.

(#2 in AMOR) 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬. 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥? 𝐇𝐢𝐦 - 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞... 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

What happens when two academic toppers fight for the first position and end up falling for each other till the bottom.♥️ An academic rivalry romance with sarcasm at its peak.💀

Ambitious marketing executive "Alexandra a.k.a Lexi Thompson" has built her life around deadlines, clients, and success-leaving little room for love. Freelance writer "Max Nolan" prefers quiet corners and daydreams, chasing inspiration for his first novel. ___ When chance brings them together, sparks fly-but so do secrets. A hidden past, misunderstood choices, and unexpected betrayals threaten to tear them apart just as they begin to fall. Torn between trust and doubt, passion and pride, Lexi and Max must decide: are they destined to be strangers forever, or can love survive the collision of two very different worlds?

When a hitman falls for the daughter of his latest target, their slow-burn romance ignites into a deadly game of lies, obsession, and betrayal. How do you love someone once you know they've been lying since the very first touch? Season 1 of Dark & Deadly Affairs *** Rosalina Fairchild was never close with her father, but when he is murdered, her entire life begins to unravel. Something about her father's past doesn't sit right. And when old flash drives surface, packed with dark footage no daughter should ever see, Rosalina begins uncovering the kind of secrets people kill to protect. Houston, the hot new neighbor down the street, is maybe a little too good at showing up right when she needs him. What she doesn't know is that Houston isn't who he says he is. He's a hitman named Hunter who was sent to dismantle the same secret society her father was part of. He killed the man she's grieving, and now he's falling for her. The man she trusted has lied to her about everything. But will she survive long enough to hate him for it? *** "You have no idea how fucking long I've wanted this. Every second I've had to hold back. Every time you smiled at me. I've wanted to pin you against the wall and make you mine." *** Weekly updates on Wednesdays. Wait & read for free, or unlock with coins-the choice is yours!

(#7 in FRENCH) 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 - 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦... 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

This is a story of four brothers. The brothers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for each other in childhood but what will happen when they grow up and find their partners. Will their partners also understand their love for each other or Will they try to create conflict between them? It is a multicouple story. The story will involve brotherhood, bromance and romance at the same time.

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞ ••• Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a late-night laugh, a stranger's voice that feels like 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺. He was a cricketer with the world at his feet. She was a storm wrapped in memes and mischief. And in the chaos of wrong numbers and right words, they found the 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 of a lifetime- one written not on scoreboards, but on 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. Because the most unforgettable love stories? They don't begin with "once upon a time." They begin with "Wrong Number, but good-luck stranger!" ••• "𝘐𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯." - 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙖 "𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵." - 𝘼𝙧𝙟𝙪𝙣 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ