Innayat Bedi × Divyansh Suryavanshi Divyansh Suryavanshi A 25 year old only son of Suryavanshi family. He only knows dominance and never use soft tone for anyone. Always have this emotionaless facade. He is Cold hearted CEO of one of the most prominent and richest empire "Suryavanshi Enterprise" which rules the business world. He only know how to win and never kneels for anyone. The most handsome bachelor. All girls are crazy for him but he has never fallen for any of them until it came to certain someone who not only made his heart skip a beat but also made him kneel in front of her. Divyansh smirked "Do you think me , Divyansh Suryavanshi will follow you?? Dream on Fucker!!! "I order and people listen that,s how it always works" " Get this kid out of my office!!! I hate kids!!! They Cry everyday and wants those stupid chocolates!!!" "I hate the women who lust over me!!! "SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME??HUH??!!! I WILL SHOW HER WHO IS SATAN!!!!" Innayat Bedi A 22 year old illustrator and soft hearted girl. She is a cute,shy and beautiful soul who only knows how to shower everyone with love and kindness. She is insecure about her appearance since childhood and thinks that noone will fall for her as she is not as pretty as to be fit in Indian beauty standards. She also has some dreams about her marriage like every girl. "Don,t call me kid just because I am short," Innayat pouted while complaining Divyansh with Cold tone said "Mom please stop this marriage nonsense at once I will never marry that girl " After sometime: Innayat sniffing controlling tears "I am not crying" Divyansh cupped her cheeks "Baccha~ Do you want Chocolate? Did someone bothered you ?Tell me? Your Divyansh will scold them". They say people change in love but let's see Divyansh Suryavanshi to take 360° turn after encountering our childish Innayat. A story where Satan fall for Angel and do the things he used to consider stupid yet he himself became foolish in her love

NISHAAMOH SERIES ONE🥀 ༺𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒖𝒕༻ X ༺𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌༻ ◉✿𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤✿◉ ♡ Revenge (Ofcourse). ♡ Explicit scenes ♡ Bre@stfeeding & Navel Paglu ♡ Pain and Ple@sure ♡ An@l ♡ Family bonding ♡ Kn¡fe Play (Mild) ♡ Dark romance ♡ Bloody wars ♡ Mystery thriller ♡ Secrets ♡ Most Importantly 👇🏻 "𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚" ♡♡ TABAH ISHQ: His Obsessed Bride is a dark, desi historical romance of power, pride, and possession, where hatred fuels obsession and love becomes the most dangerous sin of all📚

When she comes home for summer, the one man who makes her feel safe is the one she can never have-her father's best friend, Frank Castle. Older, scarred, and fiercely protective, Frank tries to keep his distance. But in the hazy heat of long summers and stolen moments, forbidden desire begins to unravel them both. A slow-burn age-gap romance thick with tension, tenderness, and dangerous temptation. TW: heavy smutt, swearing, alcohol, cheating mentioned, age gaps, sex, slight violence.

Ares, the "spare" son of the Greek mafia, is a master tailor, far more comfortable with silk than steel. But when his sister's death days before her wedding threatens to ignite a war, Ares is forced to take her place. He must trade his shears for a wedding ring and marry Elias and Nico, the lethally cold twin heirs of the Italian mafia. They were expecting a docile bride to control, but what they get is the brother-and his unexpected defiance sparks a dangerous, possessive interest that neither ruthless twin anticipated.

Two alpha twins built an empire on blood, control, and fear. Aran Kittisakorn rules the legal world with cold precision while his twin brother Kael handles everything buried beneath it - violence, debt, and bodies that disappear before sunrise. They are perfection apart. Disaster together. Dominant alphas whose pheromones have rejected each other their entire lives. Then an omega appears between them. Niran is invisible to the world - a scholarship student surviving on exhaustion, suppressants, and blind devotion toward the one person he trusts. Until that trust destroys him. Sold to settle someone else's debt, dragged into the underworld of mafia families and trafficking rings, Niran becomes the one thing neither twin expected to find: peace. But broken things do not heal easily. And obsession can become far more dangerous than hatred ever was.

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

I found two abandoned babies and adopted them. It seemed like the best choice at the time. Now, explain how my kids ended up being related to not one, but two billionaire twin brothers. Yeah, not exactly my cup of tea. Oh, and another thing-now I'm married. Was it my choice? Hell no.

🔞 One night is enough to blur the lines between friendship and something deeper, and nothing will ever be the same again. 🔞 Warning: Mature content, explicit M/M scenes, strong language. For adults only.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026