He's shy. Until he's hard. Zekeiel knows his place in the office - quiet, polite, just another junior employee in a button-up shirt. But behind that reserved smile is a man with darker desires and a growing hunger he can barely contain. Selene Vexley, the commanding boss who rules the office like a cold queen, has always maintained control. That is... until a forgotten moment in a locked elevator unravels her. What starts as stolen glances and teasing power plays quickly turns into late-night trysts behind glass doors, whispered commands in bathroom stalls, and unspoken promises in moans and bruises. But the walls are thin, the office politics thicker, and someone's watching. As their secret burns hotter, so does the risk of exposure - and with it, the truth neither of them is ready to face. Dominance is a game. But submission? That's where the real danger begins. 🖤 Power dynamics, shared kinks, slow burn to explosive heat 🔞 NSFW, face-sitting, spanking, choking, and yes... control, quietly.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...