She had always wished to be a successful person with a good heart. but that never happened. After living a life as a maid after her father died. her step mom decided to sell her off into a brothel were she was bought by a ruthless Mafia who loves to inflict pain.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world. She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most. Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before? The door creaked open. Her heart pounded. Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?" Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.

👑 "The gown..." said King Zaiden, his deep voice breaking the silence. Maya beamed, her heart skipping. He noticed. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she replied with pride. "Sheer and lace-hand-stitched with rhinestones. I made it myself." Zaiden leaned back onto his wide bed spreading his legs with quiet authority. His gaze darkened, voice dropping to a near growl. "Take it off," he said, eyes never leaving hers. "And get on my lap, little dove." Before Maya could catch her breath-before she could even gather the will to object-Zaiden's hands had already wandered. Bold and unapologetic. His fingers found her mounds as if they had long been acquainted, his touch possessive, warm and utterly unhurried. She gasped, sharp and soft, as he palmed her gently, expertly, each motion deliberate. "Zaiden..." she whispered, half in protest, half in surrender. But he was already there-his lips wrapped around her puckered nipples trailing heat and promise with every brush of his mouth. His kisses were slow, reverent, like a man worshipping a sacred relic. And yet, there was a quiet hunger beneath it all, a storm lurking just under the calm. "Shh..." he murmured against her breasts, voice rough velvet. "Let me taste what you made mine the moment you walked into the throne room in that dress." Maya's fingers curled into the fabric of his robe, her breath shallow. The room was no longer cold stone and firelight - it was a cage of desire and he was the only one with the key. He pushed one thick finger inside her tight yet leaking heat gaining a sultry moan from her sinful mouth. Zaiden smirked while sucking her tits, savoring every tremble, every unspoken plea. "So responsive," he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. "My little dove melts so easily for me." "You think you'll ever forget this?" he asked, low and husky. "I'll make sure no one else even dares to touch you the way I do." Mayaa shuddered with fear and something close to- submission. ----------- 👑

🖤Trope Mix: Second Chance at Love Rich/Poor Gap Grumpy x Soft Emotional Healing Slow-burn with bursts of high tension ........ She stumbled backward, her back hitting the wall, heart hammering in her chest. "Let me go," she demanded, eyes wide and shaking. Kabir loomed over her, his shadow the dim light of the hallway. "Do you really think I'm going to let you walk away?" His voice was low, dangerous, and deliberate. Her fingers clawed at his jacket, trying to push him away, but he didn't budge. Every inch he closed felt like he was claiming more than just space. "You can't-" she gasped, "you can't control me!" "I don't need to control you," he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You already belong here... with me." She shook her head, panic rising, but his gaze held her like iron chains. She wanted to run. To scream. But even as fear gripped her, something inside twisted-fascination, terror, and a spark of forbidden desire all at once. The world outside disappeared. Only him. Only this moment. Only the undeniable pull she couldn't fight.

ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled. Jiya (voice low, teasing): "You always touch me like you own me." Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear); "That's because you let me. Every damn time." Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat); "Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am." Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh): "Then let me make you forget everything... except me." Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching): "You already have." lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall): "Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart." Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him): "You're dangerous, Ishan." Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her): "And you're mine." Ishan (voice dark and possessive): "Tell me how much you want me, baby?" Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling): "Ishan... please... I can't..." Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear): "Let go. I'm here. No holding back." Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her); "Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..." Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves): "Scream my name. Show me you're mine."