"In a city that never slows down, their love moved at its own pace-real, steady, and unbreakable. He saw her worth, she felt his soul, and together, they built something the streets couldn't touch."

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 "Don't start something you can't finish, Reva", his eyes dangerously roamed all over my body "Are you scared to loose control, Nico", I knew what I was getting myself into, but the adrenaline running in veins tempted me to see the beast unleash. "Undress, Sit on the chair and Open Your Legs wide for me" 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 What can a Random Kiss with a stranger possibly do? Make you feel good? Maybe. Change your life? Probably. But what happens when a simple kiss turns into a dirty scandal? Reva Raichand, a Beauty with a hint of Bitch, who have the whole Bollywood industry in her chokehold. She is a badass who can do anything to get what she wants but one thing she never saw coming was Nicolas Enzo Moretti, who came to India from Italy just to achieve his dream project. But What happens when Reva pins him to his car and kisses him in front of everyone on his very first day in India? What could possibly go wrong? One kiss. And the scenarios of their life turned upside down. She started it and now he was going to end it.

What happens when two people who exist in the gray spaces of control and chaos, find in each other the permission to feel without restraint? Freya has spent her life as a ghost in her own skin. Brilliant but reserved, introverted in a family that treats her quietness like a defect, she's learned to live small, to want nothing, to expect even less. She's never craved the messiness of deep connection, never understood the appeal of letting someone see the raw, unpolished truth beneath her carefully maintained surface. Enzo is a different kind of controlled intimidating, stern, a man who moves through the world with the kind of presence that makes others step aside. He lives in the gray spaces between right and wrong, and he's made peace with it. When they collide, something breaks open. The walls she's built crumble under his attention. The control he's maintained fractures in her presence. What begins as intellectual intimacy long conversations that peel back layers rather than clothes becomes something neither of them can contain. "I will feel this as deeply and express it as violently as I please." It's the philosophy that drives this entire story the idea that feeling deeply isn't weakness, that expressing it boldly isn't chaos, and that sometimes the most profound act of courage is letting someone witness you unravel. Welcome to their collision.

Olivia Hall has spent her life in the light-devoted daughter, dedicated nurse, and faithful believer. But one fateful night, a wrong turn leads her straight into the shadows. Kidnapped and forced to patch up a dying man in a world she doesn't understand, Olivia finds herself standing at the edge of a dangerous precipice. King is a name whispered in fear and reverence-a man who owns the city's underbelly. Ruthless. Untouchable. Yet, for reasons unknown, he spares Olivia, dragging her into his world one careful step at a time. But is she a pawn in his game, or something more? With every encounter, the line between right and wrong blurs, and Olivia must decide-will she run from the darkness, or will she learn to survive within it?

Let Me Hate You Naked is a dark, sensual, possessive romance filled with jealousy, explosive tension, and breath-stealing obsession. "I don't love you. I don't even like you. But I'll still be the only one who gets to touch you." Roshni Sharma signs a marriage contract to save her brother - six months with billionaire Zavian Mehra. No love. No promises. Just a name, a ring, and rules she was never meant to break. But Zavian doesn't follow rules. He rewrites them. Cold. Dangerous. Devastatingly magnetic - Zavian touches her like a sin, watches her like a hunter, and owns her like she's already his. And Roshni? She hates him. But her body is starting to forget the difference between hate and hunger. This isn't love. This is war with no safe word. This is desire, dominance, and everything she swore she'd never surrender.

Mrunal Deshmukh is a chubby, passionate creative head whose world shatters when the man she loved for years walks away. Heartbroken and restless, she turns to an anonymous chatroom called Velvet-a place where people bare their desires in the safety of shadows. There, she meets a stranger who calls himself SinEater. Dark, magnetic, and unflinchingly intense, he becomes her secret escape, awakening parts of her she never dared explore. At the same time, Mrunal steps into a new job under Devraj Rathore-her enigmatic, impossibly handsome boss. Devraj is arrogant, controlled, and emotionally unreadable, the kind of man who keeps everyone at arm's length. Yet, there's something about Mrunal that stirs his attention in ways she cannot understand. As her nights with SinEater grow more intoxicating and her days with Devraj more charged with tension, Mrunal finds herself caught in a dangerous storm of desire, obsession, and secrets waiting to unravel. A haunting tale of heartbreak, forbidden intimacy, and the razor-thin line between fantasy and reality.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram-and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together.And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow-vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬." Note-this book will be under editing

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."

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?