Boss x secretary Hot x sweet Fire x water "Veer, we're in the office-" "Exactly." His shirt hit the floor. His eyes never left mine as he pushed into me without warning. A cry tore from my throat, half shock, half something I couldn't name. "This," he murmured against my ear, his pace relentless, "is your punishment... for lying to me." The desk creaked under us as he drove into me, every movement a reminder of who was in control. Twenty minutes felt like an eternity, his breath ragged, mine breaking into pieces. When he finally stilled, he didn't even look away. He fixed his cuffs like nothing had happened. "Get back to work," he ordered, voice flat. Disclaimer... This story is a work of fiction and is entirely original, created by the author. All characters, incidents, and settings are purely imaginary and not based on any real person or event. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Unwritten Roads may include mature themes, emotional triggers, and romantic content intended for a more mature audience strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Please do not copy, repost, or reproduce any part of this story without the author's permission. Support creativity - write your own road.

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

>̶ {𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 18+} ᴠʏᴀɴ ᴋᴀᴘᴏᴏʀ x ᴇʟʟᴇʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴍᴀ ____ "Your father tried to kill my father, and I suspect he was behind my parents' death." Vyan raised his eyebrows and Elley stared into his eyes. "Are you here to harm me?" ........ "You're mine to have, mine to love, mine to wreck Elley," Vyan spoke, coming dangerously close to her. ......... "Kill him, Vyan." Elley whispered, as she held her stomach. ......... "You drive me insane baby." Vyan whispered as he captured her lips into a dominant kiss. ____ ⚠️ This book contains highly mature contents, do not read if you're uncomfortable and not of a certain age to read such books. Do not report. ⚠️ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ - Aug 02, 2024 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ - Oct 10, 2024 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 - 138,972 !𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓!

18+🔞 Bava x Mardal Professor x Student Perfection x clumsy This book is the sequel of "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." This book can be a standalone.....but for better understanding you can refer the "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." The story continues the journey of Rudra and Janu, exploring the delicate, magnetic pull between them before marriage, and the misunderstandings, tensions, and intimate moments that test their bond. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and the weight of family expectations, love blossoms, falters, and rises again intensely, passionately, and unforgettably. A tale of hearts entwined, where desire, trust, and devotion are tested, and where the line between longing and belonging blurs beautifully. This book is strictly for 18+ anyone who are uncomfortable with this feel free to leave but don't report my book

A beautiful love story.... Police X Student. DCP Ramachandra X Mythili. Take a look.

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

"NOT A STANDALONE" He broke her to protect her. She walked away to save herself. Roshini thought she had endured it all-the betrayal, the silence, the forced marriage. But nothing prepared her for Ishaan's confession before the OT monitor flatlined. Now, he's back... with pain in his eyes and "sorry" on his lips. But Roshini isn't the same girl who begged for answers. She's changed-colder, stronger, scarred. But fate isn't done with them yet. A shadow from the past is ready to strike again. The anonymous threat wasn't just a warning-it was personal. And when truth finally knocks... it doesn't come alone. It comes with choices, consequences, and a love that refuses to die quietly. Will Roshini forgive the man who shattered her heart? Or will fate write a new ending this time? --- Ishaan (weakly): "Every second without you felt like a punishment I deserved." Roshini (with tears but no softness): "And yet you thought I didn't deserve the truth?" She stood at the door, not stepping in. "You saved my life, Ishaan... and destroyed every reason I had to live it with you." --- The phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: "You didn't listen then. Maybe this time, she'll bleed for real." Roshini's fingers trembled as she held the phone. "This... this wasn't over?" Ishaan's face turned pale. "It never was," he whispered. "And the person behind it... is someone we both trusted." --- Roshini walked past him, but he caught her wrist. "Roshini... please," he whispered, his voice breaking. She turned, eyes stormy. "You asked me to trust you while you shattered me in silence. Don't ask for anything else, Ishaan. Not when I've already buried the version of me that loved you blindly." And yet, neither moved. Because the space between them still throbbed with unspoken love.

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ "And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, "Let me enjoy gazing at you." I couldn't help but reply, "I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon." My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. "You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe." ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb-those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare. [Translations are available for Hindi dialogues.]

She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC