Christian Hendrix's story (straight out of Coffee And Papers) * * * His heart was broken by the rejection from his one true love and now, a possible way surfaced for him to grow out of that pain. There was no thinking twice. He accepted the proposal and now, he's about to marry the only child of a business tycoon except, she's no ordinary person. Twenty-three-year-old Harieth Gryffin was a woman dazzled by the materialistic features of this world. A total opposite to his first love. A living epitome of your typical blonde heiress. Shopaholic, carefree, sassy and child-like attitude. A date was fixed and the media fully informed but it seems the Gryffins are up to something a little sinister behind the cameras. * * * My husband, whose heart belongs to another. * * * "I..." "You seem to have forgotten why you're standing here in the first place... Perhaps, I should remind you. We're getting married tomorrow just because I wish to see my family's company progress further. Therefore, because of the money. For future reference, there's no need for you to act like a wife. Don't ask me questions relating to my personal life and don't try to get close to me. I don't like you now and I definitely won't like you in a few months." With that, he walked away, leaving me to reminisce on his harsh statement. A crazy chuckle escaped my lips as I try my best not to feel affected by his words. Definitely, I've heard worse. * * * I won't call this book a sequel because it can be read as a standalone.

Varsha Malhotra has everything. Wealth, power, and the perfect mask of control. She's worn control like silk for years; a cold husband, a loveless marriage, and secrets buried beneath her calm. What no one knows is that she's been waiting for the right moment to set her secret in motion. When Kabir enters her house as caretaker, young, strong, and far too steady... he's more than temptation. He's the one piece that could turn her hidden plan into reality. A caretaker to the world, but inside her house? Inside her hands? He could become something else entirely. Her forbidden toy. She craved what was unholy. She was a wife bound by vows. He was the younger sin she couldn't put down. Desire is just the beginning. What follows is darker, dirtier, and in a mansion built on silence, desire won't just be a sin. It will be a weapon. This is not a love story. It's a game of control, lust, power and forbidden lines waiting to be crossed. A tale of dominance and surrender, smoldering tension, and secrets waiting to explode. -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

She was 25, married, and aching for more than what her husband could ever give. He was 55, forbidden, and everything she was told to stay away from. Tara's marriage was picture-perfect on the outside. But behind closed doors, she craved something darker, deeper... rougher. Something her husband would never dare give. Then came Harshvardhan, her father-in-law's best friend. Twice her age. Married. Dominant. Dangerous. And utterly intoxicating. What started as stolen glances and inappropriate thoughts spiraled into secret touches, whispered filth, and nights that left her trembling. He knew he shouldn't want her. She knew it was wrong. But pain had never felt so good. And pleasure had never tasted so forbidden. This is a story of lust, obsession, and betrayal. #1 extramarital #1 daughter-in-law #1 indianerotica #1 indiansmut #1 illicit #1 adult fiction #1 adult themes -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

(ADULTS ONLY) He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off- And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---