"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

She was just a student.....until she became his obsession In the chaotic corridors of college, Sharayu, a fiery, free-spirited student, never imagined falling for the one man she should've stayed away from - Professor Satish Singh Rajvanshi. But love doesn't follow rules. He's older, wiser, and Head of her Department. She's his brightest student... and his greatest weakness. Their connection is magnetic - dangerous, forbidden, and impossible to resist. He's obsessed. Not the creepy kind - the kind that notices every flicker in her eyes, every tremble in her voice. She becomes his only distraction in a world of discipline. But love doesn't come easy. They're from different castes, torn by traditions, judged by society, and hunted by secrets. This is not just a romance - it's a slow-burning rebellion against every rule ever written. A tale of forbidden glances, stolen moments, obsession masked as protection, and a bond so intense, it dares to defy the world. He's her professor. She's his student. But love? Love doesn't ask permission Because when love crosses the line, it doesn't just break rules - it rewrites them.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬." ⋆˚࿔ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 ⋆˚࿔ ᥫ᭡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬ᥫ᭡ Fate writes everyone's story, doesn't it? Fucking bullshit.He wrote every damn chapter of her life, etched her name into his heartbeat, and left her burning in his story. Five years ago, something happened, and everything fell apart. He chose revenge. She lost everything. And two other hearts never even got the chance to begin. Now, fate drags them back into a story that was never truly over. Unspoken truths, unforgotten wounds, and secrets buried so deep even they don't know they exist begin to surface. This isn't just about broken love, it's about a past that's been waiting, written long before they ever met.A past that binds them in ways they could never have imagined. To the world, they are power, pride, untouchable legacy...but beneath the surface, it is the 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 that hold them together... and threaten to tear them apart. Step into 'Sins of Heart', where secrets, betrayals, and a love that refuses to die collide. When old wounds bleed and forbidden desires awaken, will The Reckoning set her free... or prove she was always his?

"I want to run from the city I once dreamed of living in... all because of a man.A man who's a mafia lord. A CEO. And my obsessive stalker. I know I can't escape from reality. And in reality he has all the ability to find me from anywhere." - Tiara "She is mine. She just doesn't know it yet.She owns the heart of a mafia - I saw her , fall for her and even wait for her to grow up. So after everything if I have to cage her to keep her, I will." - Rudraveer She's a sweet,bubbly Bengali artist. He's a cold, possessive Punjabi mafia lord. She dreams in colors. He moves in shadows. She wants freedom. He wants her-only her. Two opposite worlds. One dangerous obsession. And a love story twisted with power, passion, and pain. 🔞 A small warning: This story may contain mature themes, strong language, and smut. So if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip it - no hard feelings. Also, Rudraveer can act like a psychopath sometimes. Yes, he's dangerous. Yes, there's violence. But there will be reasons for everything, I promise. Let's start this rollercoaster now. I hope you feel all the love, chaos, and intensity I poured into it. Thank you for being here.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝟏 "Your heart is racing but not just from fear is it, Angel?" I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm without being painful. Inescapable without being cruel. "Let go of me." "Why?" His voice was silk and smoke, wrapping around me like a physical caress. "When you're finally starting to be honest about what you want?" "I don't want anything from you." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "No?" He leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath against my ear. "Then why are you trembling? Why is your skin flushed? Why haven't you screamed for help?"

He never bowed his head to the world. But he never noticed when he knelt for her. A cold mafia man who never even thought to marry. Is now in a arranged marriage with a sweet, shy girl. And he is finding himself getting Soft Only For Her. ---------------------- 》 Tara Shekhawat × Hriday Rajvanshi ♡ At the charity gala, where all the big names were present today. Including the superstars, supermodels, Top buisnessmen, And also some undercover Mafias. Was also present Hriday, with his wife. Lights were flashing, cameras were capturing everything nonstop. Tara was new for such events, she got nervous. All cameras were searching for Hriday Rajvanshi's new wife. Then she noticed her heel was not tied properly, she became more camera conscious and quickly tried to tie it properly but before she could crouch to do so...Hriday had noticed and he was already crouching infront of her, tieing her heels properly. All the noise was gone, everyone was silent. Cameras capturing everything quickly for tomorrow's headlines....As Hriday Rajvanshi, the arrogant rude cold mafia who never even looked down in front of the cameras was on on his knees in front of HIS woman not caring about cameras.

"Main jaldi gussa ho jati hoon." Her voice was soft as she spoke without looking at him. "Main mana lunga" His voice was calm with a small smile. "Main bahut nakhre karti hoon". She said raising her chin with a challenge in her tone. He leaned closer his tone gentle. "Main aapke nakhre bhi utha lunga"...He said it not like a promise, but a vow. She glanced at him just for a second before looking away again. "Overthink karne ki...bahut buri aadat hai mujhe." His voice dropped a little as he whispered in her ear. "Toh main over explain karne ki achi aadat bana lunga". Silence stretched between them. Yashasvi turned to face him, mock anger visible in her eyes. " Main tumhari pitaai kar dungi" He laughed softly, his eyes twinkled. "Kar do na....issi bahane haath to lagaogi" He winked playfully, and for a fleeting second her lips curved despite herself. But then her voice dropped. "Main baat baat pe rone lag jati hoon" . She said looking down, her voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment. "Toh hum dono sath me ro lenge". There was something raw in the way he said it. She blinked fast, fighting the lump in her throat. " Main aapse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi". Her voice firm but trembling. Advik stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist looking straight in her eyes. "Aap bas saans lijiye madam jii....aapse pyaar hum kar lenge".

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 "𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 " (𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊) ✧⁠◝A suspense thriller romance◜⁠✧ A tale of four families, trapped in threads of love, Obsession and blood. The secrets that should have been buried deep but have relived with new faces again. Four couples, four bloodlines writing a new dynasty with obsession and destruction. A haunted past that hover over them like an undeniable curse. A love so deep that it's both sin and salvation. Read to find out, what destiny had planned for them when the past curses the future, destroys and rebuild it again-just to bury it deep into the ground once again erasing it's trance.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing