"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮" After a long day Abhimanyu returns back home and straight away goes to his room, only to find Amyra sleeping on his bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, Amyra covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at him. Abhimanyu walked slowly towards Amyra, his shoes sound only audible in the s*xual atmosphere. He grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in his strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my s*x sl*t, don't you". .................................................................................. TROPES✨ Forced Marriage Age Gap She fell first, He fell harder Mature romance This is a Mafia Romance story where Amyra, a 21 year old girl is forced to get married to a Ruthless Mafia leader Abhimanyu Gupta. This story is all about lust, seduction and dark romance. This is a slow burn story. .................................................................................. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is for mature audiences as it contains smut. Read at your own risk. #2 in India (29/06/25) #1 in Seduction #1 in matureaudience #1 in maturestory #1 in obsessive #1 in fastupdates #1 in marriageproposal #1 in action-romance #1 in marriage-of-convience #2 in top10 India #2 in marriage #2 in hindi #3 in slowburn #10 in India

Book one of 'His' series Vihaan Malhotra a successful businessman as well as underworld mafia. A billionaire man who doesn't think at all before killing people. If he is betrayed, double crossed, cheated then he makes people's life worse than hell. But an unexpected meeting with a girl turns his world upside down. But he doesn't know anything about the girl: even her name, But will he be able to meet her again Or will he lose her? Mahi Singhaniya is the only daughter in her family, she gets whatever she wants. She is the princess of both the brothers. Her dream is to become a successful RJ, the whole world is crazy about her voice but she fell in love with someone else's voice. Her belief is that whatever is hers is hers only and if anyone touches any of her things then she does not think of doing anything wrong. She only heard his voice. She has not seen him. Will she be able to meet him again? and even if she meets him, will she be able to recognize him?

She was stolen from the streets and locked inside a haveli-a beautiful prison where girls are trained to dance but for the eyes of powerful men... and to be owned by them. Trapped. Silenced. Marked for a life she never chose. Then he appeared. Seventeen. Wealthy. The son of the man who owns everything- including her fate. He wasn't supposed to feel anything. She wasn't supposed to trust anyone. But when he claims her as his mistress, everything changes. Now she's caught between two worlds- the cage she was taken to, and the boy who offers her freedom... at the cost of her heart. Can love exist in a world built on power, secrets, and control? Or is she just another possession waiting to be broken?

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

#Top 1 in india (14/19/10/25) #Top 2 in india (13/10/25) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. Abhimann Singhania never wanted to marry - especially not a girl like Drishti Sinha, who doesn't speak. For him, this marriage is a cold transaction, a responsibility he's ready to ignore. But Drishti, with her quiet defiance and steady resilience, is far from weak. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, their world collides in moments they don't expect: a shared cup of tea, a gaze that lingers too long, a touch that says too much. In the middle of silent nights and simmering storms, Abhimann begins to hear the words Drishti never says. But love isn't enough when secrets hang between them like unsaid promises. Can two people who didn't choose each other find a reason to stay? A story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that grows where no one thought it would. Tropes - -Arranged Marriage -Silent/Non-verbal Female Lead -Emotionally Guarded Male Lead -Forced Proximity -Slow Burn -Simmering Tension -Hidden Past -Misunderstandings |✯ STARTED ON : 9 MARCH 2025 |✯ENDED ON : 27 SEPTEMBER 2025

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

This is story of The Business Tycoon Rishaan Kapoor. Who known not only for his name and fame but also for his cruel personality. On the other hand, there is the lovely, happy-go-lucky Sahar khanna who was quite happy in her short life, with her brother ACP Sarthak and her daughter siya. But his whole world changes when a cruel person like Rishaan enter his life. Sahar started to hate Rishaan intensely, she has only one aim and that is to take revenge from Rishaan for her brother's death. But Sahar succumbs to Rishaan's Cruelty and Forcefully marreis him. But the other page of the story there are some deep secrets of which the city is completely unaware. . Force marraige . Villains love . Billionaire . Love again . Adult 🔞story |18+|

This story revolves around the life of Raghav Shekhawat and Siya Sharma, who are tied in an arrange marriage. Raghav who is cold and composed. Siya who is extremely shy and introverted. How will she breakthrough Raghav's wall- when they are tinged with deep trauma he had endured.

Why does all this happen to me only, I can no longer bear it What should I do now ? There's no one I can rely on anymore Can any one imagine that my fiance cheated in me with my sister? Are not being a sister is blissfull? Then why it's happening with me ? Mumma, I can't do this anymore, I don't know how are you going to react after knowing what happened with me Why mumma, why? Why it's happens with me everytime? Why everyone want to steal, that's mine? can I be happy atleast for once ? I'm sorry mumma papa, I can't live like this I just wish you all to don't blame me (She recorded her last words and sent them to her mother.) Then when she tried to jump into the river, suddenly her bag fell on the side and her favorite book fell out of it and she picked up that book and she remembered that her fiancé knew that she liked to read Indian historical books and he had bought it for her. The last time she opened that book and taking it in her hand she jumped into river. (Was it written in my fate that I would die so early? I just want a good life in my next life. Is this possible? ) (surrounding noises) She feels something heavy on her but she was not able to open her eyes, she started having trouble breathing Then she tried to move her hands and find somebody is above her and it's feels like it's man Out of fear, she quickly opened his eyes and saw that there was a man above her She could not say anything at that time, she was unable to understand whether she was alive or was seeing a dream. Suddenly that man said that Ab aapko hamara hone se koi nahi rok sakta, pura hak hai hame aap pe (Now nobody can stop you from being mine, we have full right over you)

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" And yet again there it goes again the same mantra - My house - My terrace - My room and now My kitchen too? Really ? Why this man is so obsessed with MY title. "Nothing I was just thinking to built a swimming pool here wouldn't it look cool and it's quite spacious too what say ?" I said while crossing my arms below my chest. "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense." He spoke irritatedly. "Then stop asking nonsense !" I retorted back just how he did. "Why someone will be in kitchen? Offcourse to cook now do one thing go bring that mop stick from there and clean this mess which you made." with that I turned back and started stirring my mixture in the bowl. I have to take milk from fridge. I made it note mentally before I forget it. "Wait what? Did you just ask me to clean this mess?" And I can tell you he must be pointing his finger to himself. "No I'm not asking you but I'm telling you ! " I said without looking back. .__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__.__ Hey Samaira Agarwal here, I'm 23 and I live with my beautiful, chubby, talkative yet strict women whom I called Mom. Well about Dad it's better not talk about him. Being single mom was hard for her and even more hard when you live in so-called Dream City Mumbai. She fulfilled all her duties and responsibilities towards me yet all her promises except one which was staying with me. Forever. I still couldn't believe that she really left me, because still I was waiting in my room like now my mom will barge in with spatula in her hand. After her funeral my mom's best friend Mrs. Meera Sharma, she came like fairy god mother, she let me in her motherly warmth love. Time was letting me heal myself until her elder son decide to come back home from Canada after 3 years... ◆Well enough of disclosure what happens further in their lives join in this journey of Unwillingly With you. ◆