MINORS AND COPYCAT AUTHORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOOK. --- AYDEN RAI SINGHANIYA - To the curious little thing holding this book... You came here for a love story? Baby, you opened the wrong fucking book. This isn't about sweet kisses or candlelit promises. This is about me pinning her down when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse. It's about her tears drying on my tongue. It's about the way she said no with her lips, but yes with her thighs. I stole her. Broke her. Fucked her until she forgot what freedom felt like. And you'll hate me for it. But keep reading... Because by the time you reach the end, you'll wish I'd chained you instead. --- AENI OBEROI- To the girl who thinks she wouldn't fall... He didn't ask. He didn't knock. He came in like a storm and ruined me with his touch. I said no. I screamed. I bled. But my body betrayed me. Again. And again. And again. Now, when he's gone, I ache. When he's near, I burn. You'll judge me. You'll call me weak. But wait till he touches you with those hands that destroy and worship at the same time. Then come back... And tell me you wouldn't crawl back to your cage too. --- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬.

The man i was running from for 7 years was now infront of me in a crimson well tailored tuxedo, swirling red champagne in his glass. His eyes glued on me, the same eyes took me to the same fear. He can't recognize me, i wanted to run from here, my breathings shallow, i can't move my feet. " finally got to meet you"--- ¤¤¤¤¤¤ "why are you doing all this?!" she said wiping her tears with the back of her palm,. The upper button of her school dress were broken, her hair disheveled. " i even failed in my exams because you said so, now why cant you let me live." The all of the torture she was going through was breaking her. He gazed her with same stoic face, " Please I'm not competed enough to have rivalry with yo--" she gasped when her back hit the hard wall behind her. He rested his arm beside her stature on wall. " Just accept that you like me" he raspily ordered her, his breathe hitting on her upperlips. ¤¤¤¤¤¤ RAAVI x IGOR

The worst mistake that Sneha could do was to save a girl from getting assaulted. That is because the girl whom she saved was none other than the sister of the Mafia boss of Mumbai. Turned out that the mafia boss started doubting Sneha for being an accomplice of the assault. But, when her innocence was revealed, the unfortunate had already happened. The mafia boss had developed a beautiful infatuation with her. And, he would not stop until she is his. This is the story of Sneha, who comes from a humble family and wants to have a simple life. But, life threw her straight into the arms of a lively hurricane...the boss of Mumbai Mafia. How will she try to free herself from the chains of the man who is determined to have her in his life? Or will she succumb to his passionate desires? (Regular Updates) {Beginning: 1 Oct 2021}

Previously known as Bare Aarthi was tentative at first to marry Vijay, who looked too perfect for her but eventually, she ended up marrying him. She thought her life would settle in the usual way, but that's the wrong assumption she ever made. Vijay isn't a typical guy she thought, he's so different in whatever he says or does. Aarthi strangely starts to like it even if it intimidates her. She accepted him for who he is and he let her see all his secrets -his imperfections and obscurity which he has never shown to anyone. Once she learned what was behind his seemingly perfect image a dark side that could even consume her entirely she was scared to stay beside him. But is it easy for her to leave him? Can Vijay let her go after knowing the things she shouldn't know?

(Bare- Part two) "What if I say, I lied to you?" he asks, leaning close to my face. "What do you mean?" "I lied to you, Aarthi," I stared at him. "About what?" My voice trembled when I asked that. I am not clueless about his deceits, I just pretend not to notice that for all these days. "Everything," Vijay smiled. That's the height of evil I have seen in my life. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do. I just looked into his dark eyes wondering why I had failed to notice all of this. It is my fault, maybe it's not. He's a good liar and I am a scared fool. Aarthi and Vijay's lives seem to have gotten a perfect ending... Aarthi felt that way when Vijay assured her they will be happy from now on. That's one of the wrong assumptions she again made in her life. Nothing has changed, it has gotten worse to her dismay. She's trapped with Vijay and she doesn't know the way out of this... even if she finds a way, she doesn't think she can take a step towards that.

Within the soft petals of flower Pihu Bhattacharya was the spirit of a burning fire. She was selfless, flawless. She could drain herself for others. She could go to any lengths to fulfill her responsibilities. Because that's what a flower does. But she could also burn down the entire world if it came to the people she held close to her heart. She could destroy everything and never look back. Because that's what fire does. -------- The curse ran through the family and he was a Nagpati. No matter where he hides it will find him and trap him within it's poisonous tendrils. Granted, he was hiding good but then he saw her again and the obsidian eyes bewitched him, body and soul. They say, "A hero would sacrifice you to save the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you." Who is Manik Raj Nagpati? The Hero? Or the Villain? _________________________________________ THIS BOOK IS A STANDALONE. This is the Second Book of the "Touch Her and..." series. A standalone. Note: Please do not copy my book. It takes a lot of effort to build one. And if anyone does copy it even after the friendly warning, please be ready to face the consequences. P.S: The pictures/musics/videos don't belong to me. They are borrowed from Google/YouTube mostly. I use those because they help me create my imaginary world.The book cover is made by me with the help of various pictures taken from various sources. Hence, again, please don't use or steal it, I am not willing to share it. Ranked #4 in darkskin on 18.06.2025 ©ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED .

She was his light. He was her darkest sin. Manika Sharma, a shy yet strong girl from Delhi, never expected her dream job in Gurgaon to drag her into the dangerous world of obsession, power, and shadows. Aarav Kapoor - cold, ruthless, feared by the underworld - fell for her the moment she stood up for someone she loved. And once Aarav sets his eyes on something, he never lets go. Possessive. Arrogant. Dangerous. Aarav vows to make Manika his, by hook or by crook. But Manika isn't just an innocent pawn. She's fire hidden under calm waters, the only one who can bring the Mafia God to his knees. Love. Obsession. Betrayal. Passion. A story where a girl becomes the queen of the man the world bows to. Because in Aarav's world, Manika isn't just his love. She is his eternal claim.

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

**Her wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world collapsed.** Samaira had it all-until Advait, the man she trusted, shattered her dreams on their wedding day. Left standing at the altar, humiliated and heartbroken, she was forced to rebuild her life from the ashes of betrayal. Just when she thought she was finally moving on, her family pushes her into another marriage-this time to Aarav, a successful businessman, and the son of a powerful politician. Reluctantly, Samaira agrees-believing it will restore her family's tarnished reputation. But fate, cruel and unforgiving, has different plans. **Advait reappears, but not in the way she expects.** Not to apologize. Not to beg for forgiveness. No, this time, he forces her into his world. **He marries her-against her will.** Why now? Why after everything they went through? Why after abandoning her, does he now claim her as his own? **What does he want?** Samaira, no longer the naïve woman who once adored him, is determined to escape his ruthless grasp. She runs. She hides. But Advait's influence reaches far beyond anything she could've imagined. His power, his control-it's all-consuming. He won't let her go. **Not this time.** As the walls close in and the battle for control intensifies, Samaira must confront a terrifying truth: **Will she be trapped in Advait's dangerous world forever? Or will she find the strength to break free, no matter the cost?** Power and love collide. Can Samaira escape Advait's dark world, or will she be consumed by it forever? Click to be a part of this emotional rollercoaster, where control is everything and love means nothing 🔥 Most Impressive Rankings 🔥 1. Cruel - #1 | Ice in the veins🧊 2. Fear - #1 | Walks in, silence screams 😱 3. Billionaire - #1 | Power dressed in gold 💰 4. Mafia -#1 | Smiles with a dagger 🗡️ 5. Us - #2 6.Forced Marriage - #1| Wounds without touch 💔 FREAKING #46 IN LOVE OUT OF 2 M

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split.