Please ... please...s..sto..stop it...it's hurting "Aaahhh..."..I...I can't bear it any more, please I am begging you... please leave me- Kaveri was crying and pleading to her tormentor to stop but that evil soul was thrusting her brutally without showing any mercy. "LEAVE YOU HUH! just let me completely shatter you just like you have shattered me. Today I will show you who actually I am",... He said clenching his jaw continuing his wild thrust into her. "Wha.what wrong I...I.. have ever done to u that... u are t..torturing me like th..this???",...saying this she started loosing all her senses due to the unbearable brutality. "You have provoked my BEAST now bear the consequences",..He said gripping the hair of Kaveri. ________ "Do you really believe that they could save you from me??? You can't get free from me until you die or I",..Tarush's voice was echoing in Kaveri's mind even in her sleep. That much he had terrorized that poor girl. _________ "For such a sick psychopath like you a special kind of mental asylum is very much needed in this country",..Tarush smirked darkly. "Oh, Don't you worry Mr.Tarush Agarwal. A special one like that is already in making. I will get myself admitted in to that once after beheading your brother and ripping out your guts then use them like garlands around my neck",... Stating this RUDHRA laughed like a person possessed by some evil entity. __________ WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN AN EVIL SOUL GETS ENTRAPPED HIMSELF IN TO THE CLAWS OF ANOTHER EXTREMELY DARK SOUL UNKNOWINGLY? How fatal the clashes are going to be turn out in between devils and beasts??? _________ (Sanskrit Sloka- Yatra naryastu pujyante ramante tatra devata, yatraitastu na pujyante saravastatraphala kriya. MEANING- WHERE WOMEN ARE HONOURED, DIVINITY BLOSSOMS AND WHERE WOMEN ARE DISHONOURED, ALL ACTIONS NO MATTER HOW NOBLE , REMAINS UNFRUITFUL) This story contains 18+ contents This story has no relation with those persons whose pictures I have used in my story.

Amara has died more times than she can count-and every life ends thanks to the same fake-daughter female lead. After discovering she's just a cannon-fodder character in a novel, Amara wakes up again with a snarky, gossip-loving system and one goal: avoid the plot and run far, far away. But her overprotective family, a possessive Crown Prince who married her nine times, and a hall full of nobles who suddenly hear all her thoughts... are not planning to let her escape this time. Between scheming villains, a clueless fake-daughter, and a system that keeps encouraging her to flee, Amara just wants a peaceful life-preferably with pastries and delicious food. A funny, reincarnation story about dodging fate, running from trouble, and being accidentally adored by everyone.

This is the story of Riyanshi, who finds herself reborn into her own body, waking up several years in the past. In her previous life, no one stood by her. Every member of her family chose to believe Meira-the daughter of her father Alok Rai Singhania's close friend. Meira, a wolf in sheep's clothing, manipulated everyone until Riyanshi was left with nothing but betrayal and despair. Now, with the shadows of her past life haunting her, will Riyanshi be able to shield herself from Meira's toxic schemes? Can she reclaim her place and make her family pay for every tear she shed? The game has changed, and this time, Riyanshi knows all the moves.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

彡★ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 彡★ ╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 ┍━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┑    𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼:    𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 ┕━━━━━»- » 🌺 «- «━━━━━┙ Arya... a soul so pure it felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. Sweet,always understanding - the rare sort who could look into the darkest heart and believe it could change. She never judged, always seeing hope in the harshest places. From her first breath, Arya learned what the world wanted from her. Not love, not care, just destruction. "𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒" "𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟" "𝑑𝑖𝑒" Said by people who always saw her as nothing. But softness didn't mean she had no scars. Some were on her body - faint lines left behind by pain. Others stayed hidden deep within, whispering in the night. Things were done to her no child should bear, Words more like curses, meant to crush her worth. Her past was always a mystery. When asked, Arya never shared, as if secrets waited beneath her silence, as if she wished to speak but couldn't. Then her world changed. To those who feared him, it was fate's cruel way. Ranveer Malhotra - his name made dangerous men shiver - brought Arya home.He was a shadow king, underworld's ruler. But to Arya, he was papa. With him came six brothers, storms who would tear the sky if she was hurt. They loved her by heart,same goes to uncle naren who thought her as his own daughter. - ❤️𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀❤️

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ They say the Sheesh Mahal in Amer is cursed. That every queen who enters its royal palace is doomed to vanish before she completes her first year of marriage. No bodies are ever found. Only silence remains. When Princess Mrinalini Rathore is forced into a political alliance with Veerendra Singh Devra the exiled prince of Amer who once vowed to destroy her kingdom she steps into a court that already expects her death. Veerendra does not promise her safety. He does not promise love either. He promises her death by the curse without getting blood on his hands. A perfect way to take revenge. But something about Mrinalini refuses to follow the pattern and something about Veerendra refuses to let her die like the others. As the palace begins to close in filled with old bloodlines, buried betrayals, and a curse that feels far too precise to be myth... Mrinalini is forced to confront a terrifying question: If every queen before her died... then what makes her think she will survive? Or worse.... what if surviving was never the plan at all? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Historical Romance • Revenge Marriage • Enemies to Lovers • Forced Proximity • Cursed Queen • Haunted Palace • Mystery + Suspense • He fell first and harder • Defiant female lead • Vengeance • Slow Burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2025 authorwisteria, All rights reserved.

"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

❝An archaeologist whose obsession begins from the palace and ends with her.❞ ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ Vedaitya Samarth Malhotra, a brilliant archaeologist of the 22nd century, seems to have it all- fame, fortune, and power. But beneath the accolades lies an obsession so consuming that it once drove his own family to send him away. For years, the centuries-old palace of MaithiliVeda has haunted his every thought. And when he finally steps inside its walls, he encounters the princess herself- straight from the 8th century. Trusting him, Maithili begins to reveal her story... but the truth is never that simple. Because someone is determined to keep them apart. Yet as Vedaitya finds himself drawn to her, Maithili's heart still belongs to another. And when the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, they must confront a truth far more dangerous, and far more beautiful, than either could have imagined. For MaithiliVeda isn't just romance, it's the promise that even lifetimes cannot sever. ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 30th of June 2024. 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 15th of December 2025. 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 14th of April 2026. 🏆 #1 in Archaeologist | 03rd of May 2026

Raashi - a soft, chubby girl with cheeks that always hold a natural blush, though she hides them behind her hoodie strings. Insecure about her body, she walks with her head slightly lowered, but her brothers' love keeps her wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. Every scolding from them comes laced with protection, every smile a reminder she is cherished. She carries her insulin pouch like a secret, tucked away, never wanting anyone to see. Her heart, however, is not so guarded-beating a little faster for her senior, whose laughter feels like sunshine. She never dares to say it aloud, but in the quiet pages of her notebook, she doodles his name, letting her crush bloom softly, like pressed flowers hidden between old books. What if the same crush insults her, and she ends up with someone else? Yet, all he wants is to protect her from falling into his dark world. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨