Pravinya, a 25 year old working as an IT employee, loves nature and long drives , had a worst childhood experience so she craves for love from her suppose partner. Ashish , a 27 year old working as a cinematographer Loves his job and wants to enjoy the life and doesn't like the concept of marriage but still wants to give it a chance. When both the opposites are tied in a relationship called marriage what will it possibly lead to? Will the realise their love and accept eachother? Dive into to know more!

A quick peak into the love life of Shilpa and Milan❤️ 🔞❤️

#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?

Tropes: Second Chance at Life Romantic Obsession Toxic Romance Self-Sabotage Coming-of-Age / Self-Discovery Career Redemption Angst with Redemption Love vs Ambition Mature Romance / 18+ Themes Heartbreak Recovery Varnika Akula was supposed to graduate. Supposed to build a future. Supposed to become someone. But somewhere between infatuation and obsession, she skipped a few things-classes, deadlines, and eventually, herself. Her world revolved around Ekansh Kandukuri, and by the time the illusion shattered, her grades were gone, her ambitions were dust, and she didn't recognize the girl in the mirror anymore. Left without a degree or direction, she takes a soulless job that chips away at her bit by bit. In the dull hum of office lights and the silence of her regrets, a thought claws its way back: What if it's not too late? The Girl Who Skipped Herself is a raw and haunting story about what happens when a young woman loses herself in the name of love-and what it takes to claw your way back from the wreckage. It's not about second chances handed to her-it's about the ones she has to fight for, bleeding and breathless. WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

Sebastian Cargill × Damia Rose "To all those bookish girls who have an innocent face but kinky mind, you all deserve a gentleman who will write poems on your skin with his tongue till you blackout, where the story begins with your scream and will end with your soul marked by him". Don't , Don't step back from me." His voice is urgent, but cold , angry, Mia shook her head. "Wife ? You want to make me your wife ?" Her breath started getting heavy , Sebastian stopped at his place. "You know what I'm right ? A prostitute." "Don't you dare". Even with eyes felled emotions, angry, Sebastian maintains his dominating voice. There was a threat in his voice to warn her not to continue what she is saying. "Your denial will not change my identity." she said " You're mine , and that's your identity " he shouted

An arranged marriage, a cold CEO, and one very flustered newlywed wife. Nandini never expected to go from her quiet home life to living in a luxurious mansion with her husband's 40-member loud and chaotic family. And definitely not married to Siddharth Roy-the most untouchable, unreadable, and unfairly hot business tycoon in the country. She's shy, sarcastic, and soft. He's cold, composed, and annoyingly irresistible. But sparks start flying faster than oil in a hot pan when she flicks flour at him one night during dinner prep-and he doesn't back away. He leans in.

Brother's bestfriend Enemies to lovers Forced marriage Grumpy x Grumpy He fell first and harder Before you touch her you'll die! #her Bhumi Agarwal... An innocent and kind soul who helps everyone and love her favourite person to the core. A man hater 'cause of her past. But is she really innocent? #him Akash Singh Rathore... A man who doesn't feel emotions. Not a hater of love but doesn't believe though. A man of his words. He doesn't love, he worships! "Don't come closer or I'll break your hand" *she grabbed a flower pot ready to attack him* "Let's break the bed instead my EARTH" *he smirked*

"You lost your virginity in front of the entire world," the local news interviewer said. She didn't regret it-not yet. Maybe because, deep down, it was what she'd always wanted. To be like her mother. Her mother was a pornstar. And she? She didn't just follow in her footsteps- She fell in love with one.

_____________________________________ ✨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. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

(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.