A dangerous mafia king. A trapped college student. An arranged marriage she thought was forced-but he had planned it from the start. He avoids her, pretends to hate her, but behind closed doors, she belongs to him. Forever.......

Book One in The Sinful Heart Series: Indian × Italian She stitched up sinners on the operating table, but in his bed, she was the one unraveling-breathless, ruined, and his. Inaaya Kapoor has spent her life wielding a scalpel with precision, saving lives with steady hands and a sharp tongue. She's fierce, independent, and refuses to bow to anyone-until the night she crosses paths with him. Adriano Machetti is a man who commands the dark underworld with a mere glance. Ruthless, possessive, and dangerously charming, he's used to getting what he wants. And now, he wants her. She tries to escape him. He loves to chase her. She stitches up wounds. He creates them. She swears she doesn't need him. He'll make her scream otherwise. But when her past resurfaces, bringing secrets that could shatter everything, Adrian must decide-will he protect the woman who makes him feel alive, or will his world consume her whole? In this game of power, passion, and obsession, the only certainty is sin. Started: 23/feb/24. End:

Aarav is rainlight - soft hands, stormy eyes, laughter like temple bells. He lives simply, dances in the monsoons, and prays in silence for peace. He has nothing to do with the underworld. And he wants nothing from it. But someone is watching him. A man born in blood, carved from brutality, and crowned in sin. Aleksandr Volkhov - the most feared Russian mafia lord - is captivated. Not just by Aarav's beauty, but by his goodness. His peace. His refusal to break. He should've walked away. He didn't. Now Aarav is a prayer Aleksandr repeats in the dark. A name he carves into skin. A sin he is willing to commit again and again - until the world kneels before him. But Aarav isn't weak. He sees the shadows growing around him. And he begins to push back. Because if Aleksandr is willing to burn the world for him... Aarav is willing to fight it. ---

> Drishti Nayak is 20 - chubby, quiet, and sweet to the bone. A girl who lives in oversized sweaters, always on Wattpad, and fantasies of mafia kings who kill for love. She never expected one to walk out of her imagination and into her life. > Massimo Ricci is 35 - the cold, calculating king of Italy's most feared mafia empire. He doesn't fall in love. He takes. And now, he wants her. For reasons even he can't understand, Drishti becomes his obsession - the only softness in his brutal world. But being his obsession comes at a cost. Because in Massimo's world, love isn't gentle. It's possessive. Dangerous. And forever

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features and the most mouthwatering figure, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

They say dreams come true if you believe hard enough. I believed. For five years. Every single day. Like a psycho. And guess what? The universe actually listened. But like a typical toxic ex, it gave me exactly what I wanted-just not the way I wanted. Hi. I'm Adhira Thakur-sixteen, middle-class, dramatic (it's a lifestyle), and fresh meat at St. Varona High. No, it's not one of those elite "rich kids and scandals" kind of schools. It's a respected, no-nonsense kind of place. The kind that gives scholarships only after grilling your soul in entrance exams and background checks. My twin sister Era and I barely made it in-with stress-induced hairfall and enough prayers to qualify as part-time saints.But nothing-and I repeat, nothing-could have prepared me for what happened next. On day one, I tripped on thin air (classic me), fell like a Bollywood heroine in slo-mo, and then I was lifted-yes, lifted-In the bridal style (kill me) by a boy. Not any boy. A man. Ricardo Rizzuto. Or... wait... was it Rajveer Shekhawat? Because the thing is: My long-time internet crush-Ricardo, the 21-year-old Italian angel who helped cancer patients and looked like a walking Renaissance painting-apparently has the same eyes, same hair (that flops perfectly, unfairly), and the same entire freaking face as Rajveer Shekhawat, the 17-year-old 12th grader from Rajasthan's royal Shekhawat bloodline. How!? Are they twins? One person with two lives?? Is this a prank? Am I in a K-drama? He's either: 1. The Italian humanitarian I tried stalked social media with zero shame... or 2. The mysterious, brooding topper of our school who gives off "I could kill you with my pinky" energy. Either way, I'm in trouble. And this? This is just the beginning. Welcome to my life-a chaotic blend of middle-class struggles, dramatic monologues, and one very confusing, very hot boy with two names and one dangerously beautiful face. Cue the background music. © All rights are reserved |18+

DESI x VIDESHI WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT NATIONALITIES FALL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. Anaya Singhania , middle daughter of singhania. the one who is intelligent and beautiful at the same time. A lone warrior who left her family to build her own life filled with love , care and respect. Aiden Nolan Matteo, rich and powerful heir of the matteo family. an heir whose identity has been hidden from the world . the world knows he exist but not how he looks. what will happen when a young heir will fall in love at first sight with the women who is supposedly opposite to him and co incidentally his employee. how will he make her in fall in love with him. will he be able to? will she come out of her boundaries and give him a chance. " When he fall first but she fell harder ................... but he never stopped falling in love with her."

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚.──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! •ᴛᴜʀᴋɪsʜ ᴍʟ x ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ғʟ ────୨ৎ──── He was sin dressed in silk. She was sunlight lost in a foreign sky. And fate? A cruel poet, writing them into the same tragedy. Ruhani Sharma came to Istanbul chasing beauty - cobblestone streets, ancient echoes, vlogs of wonder. But she found him instead. Eymir Karacay. A name whispered in fear. A man carved from shadows, ruling the city's darkest corners. The devil in tailored suits and bloodstained loyalty. She should've walked away. He warned her. With eyes colder than winter and a voice that didn't know warmth. "I don't love. I destroy." But even monsters crave light. And even angels fall. Now she's in his world - where danger sleeps beside her, secrets breathe against her skin, and trust is more lethal than bullets. One bed, one breath, one touch away from collapse. He guards her like war. Loves her like sin. Claims her like a man who's never known softness... but bleeds when she cries. Because Ruhani isn't just a girl anymore. She's his weakness. His ruin. His only chance at redemption. But in the mafia, love is never pure. It's tainted. Brutal. Forbidden. And someone always pays the price. This isn't a love story. This is the place where love and death meet... and no one walks away whole. ────୨ৎ────

All stories are meant to end, no matter if they are happy or sad. Each story has an ending which is inevitable. So how do you cope with that ending? Love is destructible but something which brings you so much happiness. Falling in love is really a beautiful feeling. But love isn't a guarantee to someone's life. Natasha and Felix have their own stories, their own hurdles. Life is easy for none and henceforth neither is for them. While dealing with past and present they connect their stories for future but is happiness and life guaranteed?

HEY READERS!!!! This story revolves around a Italian Mafia and a sweet kind Indian Girl .......... Why did you bring me here? Who the hell are you, you green-eyed monster?!" A street-smart 19-year-old girl shouted angrily, trying to break free. As their eyes met-his green and devilish, hers fiery and fierce-the rage in her melted away. He stepped closer and said, voice smooth like velvet, "My little kitten, you belong to me. The world doesn't know it yet, but you're the Queen of Rosz. You are just mine." Her heartbeat quickened. Her mind screamed to resist, but her body betrayed her. There was something dangerously intoxicating about him. ........... "Love, may I ask you something?" Aadhya whispered, resting her head on his bare chest. They were wrapped in a silk sheet on the velvet couch of his castle room, the moonlight slipping through the stained-glass window. "Yes, my Queen. You don't have to ask-just demand." Lovenzo said lovingly, running his fingers through her hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. ...........