Heart series book 1

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

"You disgust me. Stay out of my sight, maid's girl." He spat those words at her when she was only twelve - barefoot, trembling, and too poor to even exist in his perfect world. He didn't just humiliate her. He shattered her. Now, seven years later, Y/n Jung is quiet, invisible, and broken in places no one sees. Her mother still works as a maid in his mansion. And she still flinches at the sound of his name. Kim Taehyung, the cold-blooded heir to a billion-dollar empire, used to loathe the sight of her. She was the dirt beneath his shoes - the kind of girl who didn't deserve to breathe his air. But now... He can't stop watching her. She's older. Still terrified. Still silent. And it drives him insane. Because the girl he once hated for being weak and poor is now the one thing he craves. Not with love. But with obsession. "You think I'm still the boy who hated you? I've changed. Now I want to own you." ---

Let's see how different personalities mends with each other to form a beautifull bond together. Where the Eldest is calm and cold, Second is aggressive and Youngest is naughty. But, the common trait between the brothers is the "love" they have for each other. While the Eldest daughter-in-law is silent , second is stubborn and naughty and the Youngest is fire. . . . . . . Join the journey of THE BHANUSHALI HOUSEHOLD. • || Started : 08 - 11 - 2023 • || Ended : 01 - 05 - 2025 ⚠️ WARNING I failed in english. --!--!--!--!--!--!--!--!-- If you are looking for perfect book with zero grammatical mistakes and good vocabulary then this is not the one, Thank you. --!--!--!--!--!--!--!--!--

"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.

"He's her husband by fate, but she's more than just a wife to him-she's his obsession. Ibrahim and Sara's arranged marriage was meant to be a simple formality, but when Ibrahim returns from five years abroad, it's anything but ordinary. Ibrahim's possessiveness over Sara is undeniable-every glance, every touch, every word is laced with a fierce protectiveness that goes beyond love. Sara, young and independent, is shocked by his sudden affection and his jealousy over even the smallest interactions with other men. Ibrahim's cold, distant exterior hides a heart that's terrified of losing her, but he's never been one to show weakness. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Sara discovers that beneath Ibrahim's tough exterior lies a man who would go to any lengths to keep her safe, cherished, and by his side. Torn between his fear of showing too much affection and the overwhelming desire to keep Sara close, Ibrahim struggles to balance his possessiveness with the love he's slowly learning to give. As they clash, argue, and face their fears together, they begin to see that their bond is deeper than they thought. A story of love, jealousy, and the journey of two people who were once strangers finding their way to each other-this is a tale of marriage, possessiveness, and the transformative power of love. If you believe in fierce protectiveness, second chances, and the kind of love that makes you lose control, this is the story for you." ✨Tropes✨: Arranged marriage Possessive husband over-protective husband jealousy slow burn

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

Kanchi Rajmanar-a name that commands fear and respect in every corner of the business world. At 26, she is a self-made billionaire, ruling over casinos, bars, restaurants, and dominating the construction and fashion industries. Yet, despite her empire and power, Kanchi's true strength lies in her unwavering love for her family. The daughter of the most powerful politician, she would beg, fight, or destroy anyone to protect her father, elder brother, and bhabhi-her pillars of support. Once, Kanchi dreamed of a fairy-tale love, believing in the magic of forever. But after a devastating breakup, she locked her heart away, refusing to trust anyone again. However, the true turning point came when she was just 18-when her beloved mother was brutally murdered. That loss turned her heart to stone, leaving behind a woman who fears nothing and no one... except the memory of her mother. Now, she is cold, ruthless, and untouchable-yet beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart that once longed for love. But in a world where power dictates survival, will she ever let herself feel again? Devarath Suryawanshi- The name that commands both fear and respect. At 28, he is the ruthless Chief Minister of Jaipur, ruling Indian politics with an iron fist. Expressionless and untouchable, he despises physical contact and keeps his distance from his family, especially his mother. Though the world sees a dignified politician, beneath the surface lies a darker truth. In the underworld, he is Lucifer, the unseen ruler of Spain's mafia. No one has ever seen his face, yet his name alone sends shivers down spines. Haunted by a past he never speaks of, Devarath suppresses every emotion, believing love to be the greatest weakness. Trust is a luxury he refuses to afford-because in his world, betrayal is always inevitable.

𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈- Once a strict and calm professor, Vedant has faced many challenges. Raised without family's love, he built his life on his own. His past is haunted by the loss of his mother, a pain caused by betrayal within his own family. To the world, he's strong and unbreakable, but inside, he carries deep wounds that few can see. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥" 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑-She was his student. quiet, insecure who secretly loved him but kept her feelings hidden. Situations kept them apart. Situations changed her as tough and closed off, refusing to let herself fall in love again. "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦" Will they accept this 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭..