|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

⬩➤ VIRAJ × JANAAT(main leads) A tale that began with protection only!! But soon collided with something... A man with a legacy and a hidden empire For months, he stayed in the shadows, ensuring nothing reached her. Then decided to marry her. Soon, the line drawn out of protection started to blur. She became the moment he forgot to blink. She became the center of his world. He realized protection was not enough; it was never. From there, Passion started- raw passion. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⬩➤ VEER × HEER (second leads) She is a slow-developing woman. And he was a man who had already decided never to marry anyone. Until he shop flower from her. For her, he broke his rule and married her. Not out of duty. Not out of pressure. But as a responsibility. He surrendered it all-his expectations, his future, every unspoken dream Just to keep her safe, just to keep her with him. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ This is a soft romance novel-with gentle but passionate moments. Discretion is advised!! ©All rights reserved Started- 1 December 2025

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

He offered us a fortune to save our dying hotel... All I had to do was spread my legs for a dangerous stranger. While my husband watched every single thrust. We were drowning in debt. Our marriage was falling apart. One filthy proposition from a rich, dominant stranger changed everything. He wanted one night. He wanted me screaming his name. He wanted my husband sitting there, hard and helpless, as I got ruined in ways he'd never seen. I thought it would be quick. Dirty. Over. But the stranger didn't just fuck my body... he awakened something dark and addictive inside me. Now my husband can't stop begging for more... and neither can I. How many nights will it take before our marriage completely breaks? Or before I become his perfect little slut? 🔥 Extremely explicit Hotwife / Cuckold / Voyeurism Power play, rough sex, filthy degradation 18+ ONLY - Enter if you dare 🔞🔞

A Dark Romance Story where love isn't soft... it's consuming. ✦ ───────── ✦ ❀ ✦───────── ✦ She looked into his eyes, her heart racing, her voice trembling yet filled with an unspoken longing. "Make me yours, Professor," she whispered, like a confession she could no longer hold back. He didn't look away. His gaze stayed fixed on hers-cold, distant, and guarded. A man who had already loved once... and lost. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "I can't... not in this lifetime." ✦ ─────── ✦ ❀ ✦ ────── ✦ ✦ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 ✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 × 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩 (7 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬) 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 × 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 & 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞... (𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫) 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐮 𝐇𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 × 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. He was a 21-year-old army officer, bound to get married because of a promise he made to his grandfather. He had rejected every girl without a second thought. Not because he was cold-never that. He valued life. He valued happiness. He was the sun; he was the warmth. Until the day his eyes met hers- a nineteen-year old pregnant girl. He didn't know how or why, but suddenly, no wasn't easy anymore. What began as an unforeseen moment grew into something neither of them knew how to name. This isn't history. It's a tale- a soft, healing, unforgettable story of two wounded hearts learning to trust again.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 , 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏 . ── .✦── .✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 , 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 . 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 , 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 . ─ .✦── .✦ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 . ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 . 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 .

Long ago, in the celestial realm of Nythesis, a sorcerer and a sorceress defied the stars for love. They were twin flames-born of light and power, bound by destiny. But when the war of realms cast them down to Earth, fate turned merciless. She died in his arms beneath an unfamiliar sky, her soul scattering like stardust. With trembling hands, he buried her-along with every piece of his heart-beneath the soil where she fell. Unable to endure life without her, he sealed himself away in a spellbound slumber, choosing eternal darkness over a single dawn without her. And so, he waited. For 5,300 years, empires rose and crumbled, stars were born and perished, and the world forgot. But love did not. Now she walks the earth once more-reborn, human, and unaware. Her memories of him are gone, her powers dormant, her soul untouched. Yet in the shadows, the ancient magic stirs. Because fate remembers what she cannot. And when the stars align again, their story-woven in sorrow, bound in fire-will awaken. A love once lost to shadows, destined to rise again. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ✨ 𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔 ✨ "𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉? 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕... 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆? 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏?" ✨ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗛 ✨ "𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂."