"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you, little dove? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

On Hiatus #1 of deal series ADITYA THAKUR She was just a puppet of my father. He wanted me to marry because I was turning into 30. I loved my father. But this time he made a mistake. He proposed a deal. Marry her and become CEO of Thakur company once you turned 30. There was only 15 days left for my 30th birthday. And I have to make a decision. ANKITA GUPTA I was a loving and single child of my parents. They died and in that accident I lost my everything. I lost my parents. My memories. I have problem in my brain. I am turned as inocent as child. I have almost lost all of my memories. I don't know how to do anything except cooking. I was living in hell and always pray to matarani. until that cutie uncle came. He came but he married me to a uncle. I was 18 and he was of 30. Now I have to live with him. In another hell. cold X childish Grumpy X sunshine slow burn careless X protective clumsy X mr perfect -------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for these rankings kitties...❤️💋 #2 in Deal - 14/10/2025 #2 in indianmarriage - 8/11/2025 #2 in grumpy - 11/11/2025 #2 in sunshine - 13/11/2025 #7 in comedy-romance - 25/11/25 #3 in comedy-romance -26/11/25 #1 in firstlove - 18,16/12/25 #5 in arranged - 17/12/25 #2 in firstloves - 18/12/25 #2 in comedy-romance - 18/12/25 #1 in indianmarriage - 18/12/25

#Book - 1 In "His Dominion" Series 𝑨𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 ~ Crowned Prince of Ajmer and CEO of Suryavanshi Empire, he is also hidden mafia king whom no one has saw.Once sunshine cheerful person of the Suryavanshi family who became cold hearted because of his own family. love is the word he hates the most. "love is just an excuse to give betrayal" 𝑽𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒊 ~ Princess of Jaipur and CEO of Agnihotri Corporation. Handling her family business in abroad. She went to abroad 10 years back because of her family. For her love is something she doesn't as it is the only thing she despite the most. "Love? I despite it with every ounce of my being" TROPES - Marriage OF Convenience - CEO/Mafia X CEO - Grumpy X Sunshine - Slow Burn Romance - Possessive & Obsessed ML - Villain love : Touch her and die

#1st book of HIS Series. Aarav Singh Raizada doesn't need headlines he writes them. At 32, he's the eldest heir to one of the most feared and powerful business empires in India. Aarav is every headline's ghost king. He is has no weakness, woman and scandal Until she enters. Saanvi Chandak 27, dusky-skinned, sharp-eyed and ruthless beauty from Kolkata. CEO of her Chandak Enterprise she is Daughter of Ragini Chandak, the long-standing Chief Minister whose husband's fate is a mystery no one dares to question. Saanvi's presence is as commanding as her silence is terrifying. She has never once bowed, never once paused-until now. They don't flirt but clash. He doesn't back down and she doesn't break. From boardrooms to ballroom galas, every encounter between them is a war in slow motion. His words burn where as hers cut. They circle each other like predators, both too proud to blink first. But beneath the verbal blows and calculated distance is a fire waiting to erupt - one the world isn't ready to witness. Because together... they're not just intense. They're destructive. What starts as resistance becomes obsession. What begins in silence ends in something neither of them knows how to stop. And around them, people watch in fear - because when Aarav, the man who never feels, and Saanvi, the woman raised to conquer, begin to fall for each other... someone will burn. But behind Aarav's cold exterior lies a locked door - a secret from the past that shattered their family when he was only 11. A truth that still haunts him. One only he remembers. One that made him swear never to believe in love, never to trust desire. And yet, Saanvi makes him feel things he has buried deep - things he promised he would never dig up again. Because love wasn't part of the plan. But destruction? That's inevitable.

"I..I just came to get my phone" I fumbled with my words, my voice small and uncertain in the face of his towering presence. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, feeling like a child about to be scolded. He raised one eyebrow "Your phone?" "Yes my phone" He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And why do you think that I will give your phone back to you" he asked, his tone still sharp. "Because that phone belongs to me. Her owner and that's me" I said lifting my head up to see him. He looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine. And then I noticed something which I shouldn't-the bump on his head which was because of me. But it doesn't suit him because his face is so long and a small bump doesn't suit him but it looks funny and I couldn't control my laugh so I laughed. Hehehehee! He noticed my chuckle and his eyes flashed with anger. "Bahut hassi aa rhi hai na" he snapped, his jaw clenching as he took a step towards me. And me? Well I like to dig my own grave. Yaa I'm still laughing like heheheh taking a step back. He stepped even closer, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His presence was imposing, and his eyes held no trace of humour or warmth. "You think it's funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making me stop mid-laugh. I swallowed thickly, suddenly realising the gravity of the situation. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of anger and intensity. "N..no," I muttered, taking another step back. My back hit railing behind me trapping me in. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. I was effectively trapped between the railing and him, with no escape route. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Troupes- - she fell first, he fell harder -onesided love -enemies to lovers -mother's best friend son -slow burn romance

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

{Caged Series} HIS LITTLE AMORE There's No Escape Little Heart She never spoke until and unless she wanted to, emotionless eyes which held numerous hurt behind them, a neutral face. ---------------------- She knew she might die the next second, she bore the pain but didn't shed any tears but chuckled sadly seeing the man who never cried in years was shredding tears for her. She is never worth it for him, a broken soul like her will only bring remorse for him not happiness, Never. "Hey! Get up you aren't leaving me, did you hear me you aren't leaving me it's an order I still have to show you my worst side and you will feel disgusted, get up". "Please" he begged -------------------------------- Join in to dive into their story. Lots of love ~ Author ----------------------------------- #12 Past Trauma #31 Emotional #4 Past Trauma {14/02/2025} #5 Past Trauma {10/06/2025} #8 Delhi {11/04/2026} Started:- Ended:-

To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. 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, Daddy. 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 just look like love.