"Kneel For Daddy" A ring on her finger. His rules in her blood. She signed the contract with trembling hands... But it's not love he wants. It's obedience. Submission. Pleasure. In a world of silk ropes and whispered threats, He marks her slowly-mind, body, soul. She hates the way he touches her. She aches when he doesn't. A dark, sinful romance of control, craving, and a contract that binds more than just hearts. Are you ready to kneel?

Remove your clothes.. ZOYA.. She entered his mansion by mistake. He let her stay-by obsession. Zoya didn't believe in fate... until the night she ran from danger and into the arms of a stranger. A stranger with cold eyes, a darker past, and a secret buried under silk suits and billion-dollar deals. Aarav Malhotra isn't just a CEO. He's a king in a world of shadows. And Zoya? She looks exactly like the girl he lost years ago. He doesn't know her name. She doesn't know his truth. But over 24 nights, desire turns deadly, silence turns seductive-and love? It was never meant to be safe. He didn't plan to fall. She didn't plan to stay. But obsession never asks for permission. Welcome to a love story wrapped in secrets, silk, and sin.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 ] 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. "Please," I whisper. His touch becomes rougher, and my moans turn more wanton. He makes me unable to recognize myself as he pushes me over the edge. "Arush" I moan as my muscles tighten around his fingers, pleasure rushing through my body in a way it never has before. He smirks, and then he leans in to kiss me, his touch gentler now. He kisses me so sweetly that my heart can't help but skip a beat. My hands run over his chest and up, until I've got my arms wrapped around his neck, the tips of my fingers at his nape. I pull him closer, desperate for more, but he pulls away, the smile melting off his fac "The next time you want this, you come to me," he tells me, his expression hardening. "Stay away from Rohit. He's not for you." I blink in confusion as he lowers me to the floor and cages me in. I look into his eyes, my racing heart beating in a different rhythm than before. "What are you... what are you talking about? " He smiles humorlessly and brushes my hair out of my face, his gaze cold. "If you want to become some rich guy's mistress, then be mine. It's fucking embarrassing to see you flirt with him. If I ever catch you behaving this way again, I'll fire you. No one will be able to save you." My heart sinks, and I look away to hide the sudden pain his words inflict. 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 & 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐀. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎. Sex happened, fight happened, finally marriage happened. This book isn't mine most of the story line belongs to Cathriana book the temporary wife. Don't mind please! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝟭𝟴+ ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

Ailzeh wasn't supposed to be here. She had finished early, decided to surprise him. But as she stepped into his office, her smile froze. A woman stood too close, laughing, her hand on his arm. And Saad-he didn't push her away. His gaze met hers, panic flashing in his eyes. "Ailzeh-" She turned and walked away. He caught up in the elevator. "Let me explain-" "Don't." Her voice was deadly quiet. "Ailzeh, it's not-" "I don't care." The doors slid open. She left. --- At home, her hands trembled as she pulled out a contract. Her name. His name. "Marriage is a business agreement. Divorce upon completion of terms." Her breath hitched. A choked laugh slipped past her lips. The door burst open. "Ailzeh-" She turned, eyes burning. Saad paled at the contract in her hands. "You were going to divorce me," she whispered. "Ailzeh, listen-" She threw the papers at him. "Tell me I'm wrong!" He flinched. "I-" She laughed bitterly. "You can't." "I never planned to go through with it-" "Oh? So you strung me along instead?" Her voice cracked. Pain flickered across his face. "Ailzeh-" "I trusted you." Her voice was hoarse, thick with betrayal.

|| Indian Arrange marriage romance || ☆---•°○°•---☆ They were tied together by a thread, we name as marriage but she wasn't ready. Aadhya Malhotra, Being betrayed by the love of her life on her wedding day, she had to marry him to save the reputation of their families and the one incident grew the thorns of insecurities around her heart. Aayansh Rajvanshi, who had everything one could ask for, a loving family, caring friends but that one person who he always craved for but hated at the same time. Growing up while fighting with his emotions and the only thing he could express himself was anger. How things will turn out when these two will try to cross each other's boundaries. Will they be able to heal each other or will things get more messed up when some incidents of their pasts will start effecting their present. To know, walk through their journey with your author ♡

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

"Jyada flirt nahi kar rahe?" I asked. "Aapke saath nahi karunga, toh kiske saath karunga, Doctor Sahiba?" he replied. I didn't answer. Just ignored it... and continued eating. ✦ SIA BEDI Sassy when angry, but usually quiet and reserved. A doctor trying to balance her career, her love for fiction, and the constant pressure of marriage. "It's not that I don't want to get married... but where will I find a sweet, caring husband?" ✦ REYANSH AGARWAL A classic I-don't-care personality, but a complete softie for family. The eldest son with responsibilities... and zero time for relationships. "Mom wants me to get married, but girls nowadays want to live separately. I want someone who is both shy and bold... at this rate, I might die single." Two reserved hearts. Two strong personalities. Destiny will make them meet... But will they understand each other? Or will they be too guarded to see what's right in front of them? ✨ Let's dive into their story. ( let me say something both are secretly hopelessly romantic BUT behave as siddha saddha bacchas) ITS A FEEL-GOOD STORY NO MISUNDERSTANDING! NO CHEATING! HAPPY ENDING!

He's the arrogant, self-centered, obsessive bastard who owns half the city - rich as fuck, beautiful as hell, and used to getting everything he wants the second he decides he wants it. She's the fierce, sassy-mouthed storm who'd rather burn her own empire down than become some rich bastard's wife. Ambitious enough to eat glass, strong enough to spit it back in his face. One forced marriage neither of them agreed to. One rule: she doesn't give a single fuck about his feelings. One problem: he doesn't give a single fuck about her consent. He sees her as the ultimate prize - the only thing he's ever had to chase. She sees him as a gilded cage with a pretty lock she plans to melt with her middle finger. Every argument is foreplay. Every glare is a dare. Every time she says "no" he gets harder. Every time he tries to break her, she breaks him right back - sharper, meaner, hotter. They're a perfect match. And a perfect disaster. She'll never kneel. He'll never stop demanding she does. A slow, vicious, delicious burn of hate, obsession, and the kind of love that hurts so good you keep coming back for more. Enemies. Lovers. War. Will she shatter his ego before he shatters her walls? Or will the most dangerous thing they ever do be falling for each other? Excited for their journey....