He chuckles low, pulling me closer until my towel-clad body is pressed against his bare chest, and nuzzles my stomach gently. He looks up at me with that hungry dark smirk. "I said I wanna join you in the shower, baby. Save water, right?" A pause. "Or do you want me to make you all messy right here on the bed instead?" _____________________________________ My name is Kaira Sharma. At twenty years old, my biggest problem should have been surviving medical school. Instead, my parents forced me into a marriage with a man I had never met. Karan Singh Shekhawat. Forty years old. A powerful billionaire. A dangerously attractive silver-fox who could destroy empires with a single phone call. I thought I hated him the moment I heard his name. But the more time I spend with my older husband... The more I realize the real danger isn't him. It's falling in love with him.

❤️‍🔥*A river. A sun. A love neither believed in.* Kaveri Ramanathan has spent her whole life believing she is the kind of person rooms forget. Raised in a Chennai orphanage, plus-size in a world that never let her forget it, she has perfected the quiet art of taking up no space - grateful to be liked, never once expecting to be *chosen.* Vikram Aditya Devaraj doesn't have that problem. Heir to one of Bangalore's most powerful business families, he is chosen by everyone - boardrooms, magazines, women his mother approves of - and wants none of it. Not since he watched love destroy the two people who were supposed to teach him what it meant. He stopped believing in it years ago. He's never once needed to reconsider. Until a Tuesday afternoon. Until a laugh he wasn't looking for, from a woman whose face he hadn't even seen. Brought to Bangalore by Aravind - the brother who has been her father, mother, and shield since she was eleven years old - Kavi is just beginning to learn this city, this language, this strange new life, when her path tangles, irreversibly, with a man who has built his entire existence on never being undone by anyone. What follows is messy, funny, fiercely tender, and occasionally reckless - two people from different languages, different worlds, different wounds, falling toward each other while everything in both their histories tells them not to. Pride. Family. Jealousy. Misunderstanding. And underneath all of it, something neither of them asked for and both of them, eventually, cannot live without. She thinks she has never been seen. He has never seen anyone the way he sees her. *Some rivers, it turns out, were always going to find the sun."

💕💖A story that proves... love never arrives late. It arrives exactly when the heart is ready. Some women dream of becoming brides. Indira Kumar dreamed of becoming a mother. At twenty-three, she chose to raise her orphaned nephew as her own son, sacrificing the life she could have had without ever looking back. Thirteen years turned into eighteen, and somewhere along the way, she forgot that behind the word Amma was still a woman with a heart capable of being loved. Now thirty-six, plus-sized, soft-spoken, and hiding her insecurities behind warm smiles and graceful sarees, Indira believes love simply isn't written in her destiny. Until one Sunday morning... A cricket match. One accidental hand gripping a stranger's leg. One whistle she innocently demands from the man sitting beside her. One dimpled smile that shatters the walls around a billionaire's guarded heart. Vijay Varma buried his heart with his wife a decade ago. He never imagined that the woman who would teach him to live again would be the one who never believed she deserved love. As one son quietly becomes Cupid for his mother's happiness, two lonely hearts discover that sometimes... The greatest love stories don't begin in your youth. They begin when you've almost stopped believing in them.

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

She's the curvy fashion designer who refuses to shrink. He's the cold, gym-obsessed CEO who swore love was a waste of time. Vivan Singh Rathore - 30, ruthless billionaire, believes emotions are liabilities. One betrayal five years ago turned him into ice. Marriage? Never. Love? Impossible. Priya Roy - 27, bold, beautiful, unapologetically curvy. Rejected for her body more times than she can count, she stopped believing in love too. All she wants is to design clothes that make women feel powerful - starting with herself. When their families force an arranged marriage to merge empires, sparks fly - the hateful kind. He calls her designs "garish." She calls him "arrogant robot." One harsh rejection in a boutique turns into forced proximity, shared penthouse nights, stolen glances, and tension so thick it could cut silk. From enemies who can't stand each other... to reluctant housemates who can't keep their hands off... to a husband who kneels every morning with breakfast just to earn her forgiveness... This is not just a marriage of convenience. This is a slow-burn war of hearts, body-positivity revolution, possessive CEO grovel, explosive chemistry, and a love that chooses every single day - even when it hurts. He once said: "Love is a distraction." She proved him wrong - curve by curve, kiss by kiss, forever by forever. 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Grumpy × Sunshine 🔥 Body Positive FMC 🔥 Possessive CEO (touch her & die) 🔥 Steamy 18+ scenes 🔥 Grovel & Redemption 🔥 Desi Wedding Drama 🔥 Happily Ever After (with babies & family)

Daddy's Secret He was supposed to be my stepfather. The man who married my mom three months ago. The one I barely knew-awkward handshakes, polite nods, forced family dinners. Then Mom left for work overseas. I moved into his house. And everything changed. Late-night glances turned into lingering touches. Accidental brushes became deliberate. What started as forbidden tension exploded into something raw, possessive, and impossible to stop. He claimed me-body, heart, soul. Rough. Gentle. Everywhere. No more hiding. No more secrets. Until the pregnancy test. Until we had to tell her. Until the truth we buried-the nights we stole while she was still his wife-threatened to destroy everything. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. Ours might burn it all down. #stepdad #taboo #forbiddenlove #agegap #pregnancy #darkromance #possessive #spicy

#top 4 : 19/10/2025 #top 4 : 20/10/2025 #top 6 : 24/05/2026 #top 7 : 25/05/2026 #top 3 : 28/05/2026 (U.S) ♡ 𝕬 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 - ❈ 🎀 𝐿𝒶𝓋𝓈𝒽 🎀 ❈ ♡ Harsh Mudaliar - the CEO? The Mafia? Rich background? The king? The billionaire? Some hidden past? Nope.. nothing. He is just a 27 year old normal middle class software engineer who struggles in his life just like us, working day and night to pay the regular bills. Lavanya Yadav - the Queen? CEO? Rich family? Billionaire? Innocent? Childish? No.. not at all. She is 19 years old, College dropped out, working as a normal receptionist at the hospital to help her family financially. When Harsh's girlfriend doesn't show up in their wedding Harsh parents replace Lavanya in the bride's place. A story of two broken hearts, where harsh got betrayed by his girlfriend and Lavanya got betrayed by her boyfriend. A story of middle class chaos between the two broken souls. How will their journey go ahead? Will everything go smoothly or .....? ♡ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ : ᴿᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵉ ᴹⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵒˣⁱᵐⁱᵗʸ ᵀᵉˡᵘᵍᵘ ᵃᵐᵐᵃʸⁱ ˣ ᵀᵃᵐⁱˡ ᵖᵃʸʸᵃⁿ ˢˡᵒʷ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ˣ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ Start on : 18.08.2025 End on : 24.04.2026

Book #1 in the desire series. A collection of short 18+ stories. (Smut) If you want to explore the raw and unfiltered side of human desires, there you go girl this book is for you. Prepare yourself to lose yourself into the dance between love and lust. Where love ignites like a spark and desire knows no bound. »»--⍟--««

It's a joint family, Sheikh Shah Adeeb - 42 years old, barrister, politician, industrialist, tough man, very nonchalant, divorced, has 2 college going sons Zumer sheikh - 22 years old university going girl, daughter of Nadia and Rahim-Uddin sheikh. She is kind , caring girl. They lives is sheikh Haveli , in Islamabad. Zumer's father is 56 years old. Sheikh shah adeeb is his first cousin. There are multiple family members in this family, very classy and traditional family it is.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju