#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

***Completed*** *Mature Content Warning* TW: Car accident, Depression, sexual content His touch made me shiver as I couldn't take my eyes off of his, trailing down at his lips. We were so close again. Closer than anytime before. „I-.",I started to stop anything we both were going to regret. „Shhh. Don't say anything",he said against my lips as our nosetips brushed agains each other. „Have you found your dresses?",he asked as his thumb brushed over my lips making me weak in my knees. I nodded softly looking at his eyes wich were attached to my lips. „I can't wait to see you in them",he whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on the edge of them. I closed my eyes breathed out loud in pleasure. His teasing wasn't as useful as he thought. My patience won. „Your patience is kiling me","The contract",I whispered."Fuck that contract"he bursted and pulled me closer by the waist before pressing his lips on mine. ---------------------------- Delana Celine Harvey a 18 year old girl, faces the hart consequences of losing her supporting and loving family due to a car accident. After moving from family member to family member she decided to stay with her oldest Aunt and her family. Her expectations of living with them and going into medical school shattered after she found out that her Aunt and Uncle had planned an arranged marriage for her, with the 25 year old billionaire's son Blaine Ace, promising that he would take good care of her. He was a well known men, a typical men that got chased by women because of his attractive looks and money. He is like everyone else would imagine arrogant and self centered. The fact that both were forces into the marriage made it hart for the two completely different personalities to get along. Her calmness and self control drives him crazy, but also wakes his interest in her.

"No jay.. you can't.." His expression darkens at her words. He drops his hand from her cheek and takes a step back, the knife still clutched in his hand. "He took something from me that I can never get back, angel. Something precious." His voice is filled with a quiet, seething rage. He steps closer again, his eyes flashing with an intense obsession. "He took you away from me. He made sure our families were enemies. I can't forgive that." "I didn't want to marry Liam my dad.." Her voice breaks. His expression softens for a moment, his thumb unconsciously brushing over her lips. "Shh, I know. You never wanted Liam. You wanted me. Your dad forced this engagement on you just to keep us apart." His grip on her throat tightens slightly as he leans down, his voice barely a whisper. "And now, you're engaged to Liam. The thought of you with him... it makes me fucking insane." His eyes burn with a possessive intensity. "I can't let that happen, angel." "I'm sorry..." She whispers, her voice low and quiet afraid. scared. His expression cracks, revealing a deep vulnerability beneath the madness and obsession. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." His thumb strokes her pulse point as he closes his eyes briefly. "I'm the one who should be sorry... for what I'm about to do." Tropes: Emo x Softie. Obsessed psycho Mafia x Innocent Collage student. Enemies to lovers. Obsessive Love/Possessive Hero. Captor/Captive. Damaged Heroine/ SurvivorHeroine. Forced Proximity. Morally Gary Hero. Beauty and the beast. Touch her and die. Dark protector x Quiet beauty. ⚠️ This story contains mature and dark themes including obsession, emotional manipulation, murder, psychological trauma, kidnapping, toxic relationships, blurred consent, violence, and morally gray characters. This is a work of fiction. It does not romanticize abuse, but explores flawed characters in dark, extreme situations. Please read responsibly, and protect your peace. 💔

Twisted Hearts - a tale of love, fate, and obsession. She's a passionate graphic design student, focused on her dreams. He's a powerful CEO, a man who always gets what he wants. Their worlds were never meant to collide-until fate intervened, pulling them into a connection neither of them saw coming. Just as their hearts begin to intertwine, the past resurfaces-a shadow that refuses to be forgotten. A love long buried, a jealousy that knows no limits, and a deception that threatens to tear them apart. When hearts are twisted by fate and obsession, will love be enough to survive the storm?

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

Her twin sister was supposed to be married a dangerous mafia man until she disappears and she has to take her sisters place. Updated weekly Tuesday Dominate man Smut 🔥 labeled and spicy 🌶️ I knock once softly and say, "Come in." "I'm super sorry about interrupting. I was wondering if anyone had any food allergies or anything before I made lunch for everyone." I ask, looking at them and waiting for their response. "Just me, I have a shellfish allergy," a guy says. "Okay, no worries. Thanks. Sorry again." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing muffled voices. "Ti sto dicendo che non è mia moglie. Ho bisogno che tutti scoprano cosa sta succedendo." {I'm telling you that is not my wife. I need everyone to find out what's going on. } "Sono d'accordo che tua moglie non cucinerebbe in questo momento. Odiava anche Atlas" {i agree your wife would not be would be cooking right now. She also hated Atlas} "Non preoccuparti capo, scopriremo cosa sta succedendo," I hear another voice say as I cook. {no worries, boss, we will find out what's going on} Not edited!

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes. I froze at his gaze. What was I supposed to say. "I asked you a question." His voice was stern and caused shivers of fear to run down my spine. "I-I," I had no idea what happened to my voice. His glare did no good in calming me down. I clutched on to the handle of my bag so tight. When I finally found my voice, I managed a "I'm sorry sir." I felt it would be better if I kept my head on the floor. "Sorry?" --- What happens when Don Jones asks Eri to become his wife when his fiancee runs away from the wedding at the last minute? Will their marriage only be a thing of contract or will they fall in love in the process...

"You thought the wolves outside were dangerous, Sakshi? They are nothing compared to what lives in this house." Saakshi ran into the dark to escape a predator and tripped straight into the arms of the devil himself. She didn't know who Mahir Qureshi was when she let him shield her. She didn't know whose bed she was in when she made the biggest mistake of her life. Terrified of the gunshots and the haze of that penthouse night, she fled before sunrise, praying to never cross his path again. Three months later, she thinks she has rebuilt her life at a new company. Until the glass doors slide open and the Chairman of Qureshi Enterprises walks into her department. He doesn't recognize her pale, shaking form. To his stone-cold eyes, her trembling energy is just incompetence-and Mahir Qureshi tolerates no weakness. He cuts her salary, watches her patterns, and pushes her to the brink, completely unaware that her declining performance is due to the seventeen weeks she has spent quietly carrying his child. He takes her in purely to secure what is his, leaving her to endure a cold mansion and a judgmental family. Saakshi is perfectly safe from the man who chased her in the rain... but who is going to save her from the father of her child? 🖤 MAFIA WORKPLACE ROMANCE | SECRET PREGNANCY | FORCED PROXIMITY 🖤 A story about survival, emotional trauma, and a slow burn that will make your heart ache.

Avinash Singh Rathore 28 years old businessman and a billionaire, CEO of Rathore Empire for everyone but in the dark he is the king of Mafia. He is handsome, cold, ruthless, arrogant, a person with dark aura, everyone wish a death apart to meet him. loves his family but never show it, kill easily who think to harm his family. He didn't remember he has a heart. it just a part of his body who make him alive. A person with no feelings. Aarushi Sharma 22 years old student doing her masters. She is introvert, beautiful, smart, intelligent, loving person. Her smile is enough for fell in love but fell in love with her is hard. Her parents were dead last year that day was the worst day for her. She had a wish to do something great in her life to make her family proud. She lives with her brother and sister-in-law who both are not so fond of her and try to make her life miserable but someone she manage to live with them. Her strength is her sister and her friends who loves her so much. What happens when a Heartless person and a beautiful soul bond in a pure relation marriage. Does they both control their souls to not to fell for each other? forced marriage × Arrange marriage Grumpy × sunshine past trauma Mafia Billionaire