⚠️ WARNING: Contains mature themes including reproductive coercion, toxic relationships, morally gray characters, and explicit content. Reader discretion advised.18+ Some secrets keep you tied. Others pull you under. Zarah Tekle thought she knew Alexander Blackwood- the brilliance, the power, the obsession. She never imagined how far that obsession would reach. When the truth finally breaks surface, she has a choice: run... or climb the throne he built to cage her. She chooses the throne. Because this is what happens when prey becomes predator. When hate feels like hunger. When two people can't destroy each other- so they destroy everything else instead.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

Leaning over her, he traced his large, calloused hand across the pale line of her jaw, his touch burning hot against her cold, trembling skin. "We met after years... he is just a friend-" Before she could finish, his hand slid down the length of her leg and firmly caught her ankle. A violent shiver ran through her entire body at the sudden, absolute hold. "Ra-Rana Sa, humari baat suniye," she pleaded, her voice breaking into a ragged whisper (Listen to me.) "Hum... sun hi to rahe hain," he rumbled against her skin. (I am listening.) Moving with a slow, territorial intensity, he bent down and pressed his lips directly to the arch of her foot. Janaki shuddered violently, her toes curling automatically against the dark bedspread. She was paralyzed by the sheer, overwhelming weight of his presence; she didn't push him away. _____ In the heart of the Shekhawat haveli, power is the only currency that matters. And Rana Sa is the man who holds it all. ​Janaki Vardhan is the perfect wife: quiet, elegant, and seemingly demure. But beneath the silk and the silence lies a woman walking a razor's edge. Her marriage was a cold, calculated deal-a merger of two powerful families-but she soon finds that the real danger isn't the political alliance. It's the man who shares her bed. Her husband looks through her, treats her like air in the room. He doesn't touch her, doesn't glance at her, doesn't share worda with her. But is it all? Could the things that are visble on surface level be the only truth? Or there is more? she realizes that the only thing more dangerous than his coldness... might be his devotion. _______ >Age gap >Height difference >Desi >morally grey mc >slowburn

#1 adultromance 31/7/2026 #1 Wattpadromance 01/08/2026 Tara Sehgal (20) is a gorgeous, bold, and stylish "baddie" at the elite Imperial University in Mumbai. She loves to live life on her own terms and break the rules. But her life changes completely when she meets her new professor, Dhruv Raichand (32). Dhruv is an extremely hot, tall, and dangerous billionaire tycoon who runs his classroom like a dictator. He is cold, strict, and demands absolute perfection. Tara becomes deeply obsessed with him and loves to provoke him just to see this powerful man lose his control. What follows is a risky, hidden romance filled with intense midnight extra classes, secret glances in Hall 4, and a deep, protective true love that defies all university rules. A Glimpse of their Dialogue Dhruv: "You think this university is a playground, Miss Sehgal? You think you can break my protocols and walk away without a punishment?" Tara: (Smiling boldly, stepping closer) "I don't care about your protocols, Professor. I want to see what happens when the great Dhruv Raichand finally breaks his own rules." Dhruv: (His voice dropping into a dark, heavy growl as his hand locks around her waist) "You are playing with fire, Tara. And I promise you, I will not have any mercy when I systematically dismantle your pride."

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+

WARNING ⚠️ MATURE STORY ⚠️ She was never afraid of marriage. She was afraid of becoming unwanted... once again. She stepped into the Haveli with trembling feet, expecting another house where she would have to prove her worth. Instead... She found a family that loved her before she even knew how to ask for it. And a man... Who never promised her love. He simply gave her something she had never known before... A place where she finally belonged. 🌾🤍 #1 in 80s Stories 🥇

Let's dive into a new romance saga ✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿ 𓆩 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓆪 Just like his name-fearless, fierce, and impossible to ignore. A 30-year-old dangerously handsome CEO and the reigning king of Rajasthan, life's cruel twists have transformed him from an ordinary boy into an arrogant, egoistic man who trusts no one. Love? That's a luxury he believes he can't afford-or even feel. But destiny has other plans. She enters his life like a storm wrapped in sunshine, and nothing stays the same. "He saw her before he saw anything else in the room." ♡ "He fell first. And even harder." ✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿ ✧ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 ✧ Just like her name-symbolizing the first ray of morning sunlight-she represents hope, warmth, and a fresh beginning. A 22-year-old spirited teacher, Aarushi is beloved by her family. She doesn't only crave love; she desires respect, maturity, and peace in a relationship. However, her simple dreams are soon entangled in a fate that brings her face-to-face with a past her family tried to leave behind. "Why him? Because even after my mood swings, unreasonable demands, and late-night meltdowns..he never gave up on me." ༶•┈ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 ┈•༶ What starts with silence, hatred, and an unwanted marriage slowly unfolds into a story filled with: ➺ Tension, healing, longing, and trust. ➺ Cute fights, jealous glances, stolen moments, and soft confessions. But between the chaos and calm, the pain and peace-will love be enough? ☾ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ☽ #Grumpy×Sunshine #AgeGap #WhippedML #DesiRomance #ForcedMarriage #LoveHate #PossessiveML

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

She was innocent and still she came into his world on her own. Chandni , sweet , lovable , innocent yet intelligent. She tried hard to challenge her destiny but she failed miserably. Armaan Singhaniya , the name who can bring anyone on knees.He is the biggest nightmare for his enemies. A psychotic yet calm person. He is killer machine. She met him coz she wanted him. He trapped her coz she was his. HIS TO RUIN. HIS TO DESTROY HIS TO TRAP.

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.