They're Off Limits Reading Event 😈 They know they shouldn't. They're going to anyway. Forced proximity, messy boundaries, and stories that don't hold back. 📚 Read from the They're Off Limits Reading List 🏆 30 mins → 30 Coins 🏆 90 mins → 90 Coins 🏆 150 mins → 150 Coins 📅 May 11 - 17 Stay for the tension. Leave with Coins. ❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 × 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟑 × 𝟐𝟐 "I despise you. I hate you with every drop of blood running through my veins. I hate hearing your voice. I feel suffocated when I'm near you!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage, her eyes shining with tears. He stood silently, watching her with an expression that revealed nothing-an unreadable mask that no one had ever been able to break. As if her words were merely pages in a book he was calmly turning. He stepped closer. Now only inches away, he looked straight into her trembling eyes. Slowly, he raised his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but she turned her face away, shutting her eyes tightly. A tear slid down her cheek. He noticed. His hand froze, then fell back to his side. He took another step toward her. Instinctively, she stepped back. Again he advanced; again she retreated-until her back met the cold wall. She lowered her gaze, breathing unevenly, while he stood before her, their faces only a breath apart. Gently, he lifted his hand again and brushed away her tear with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch. "Ye aankhein toh kuch aur hi kehti hain," he murmured, lifting her chin so she would look at him. ("These eyes tell a very different story.") "Tum kehti ho ki nafrat hai mujhse..." ("You say you hate me...") He tucked another loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice dropping to a quiet certainty. "Aur main tumhare rag-rag se waqif hoon... khair." ("But I know every part of you... anyway.")

He wears crown by day and rules the underworld by night. She holds a gavel powerful enough to end his empire. RUDRA ARYAVARDHAN is the youngest king in modern history-respected by world,feared by those who knows the truth.Beneath the polished royalty and diplomatic smiles lies a secret identity no one dares to expose:the invisible mafia king who controls crimes,loyalty,and bloodshed from the shadows. AAROHI SHARMA is everything he isn't supposed to want-a common girl who rose to become one of the sharpest judges in the country.She believes in law,justice and fairness. She doesn't bow to power.She doesn't bend to threats.And she has no idea that one verdict in her courtroom will replace her directly in the path of most dangerous man alive. What begins as a clash between law and crimes turn into slow burning war of wills,stolen glances,and forbidden attraction.As secrets unravel and enemies close in Aarohi must decide whether justice is always black and white-and whether she can love a man who rules both a throne and a criminal empire. In a world where crown hides sins,and love can be a death sentence, will her judgment destroy him...or save them both?

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

She wears a crown. She walks the runway. She rules an empire. But in the shadows... she ends lives without a trace. Tara Chandrawat is everything the world worships- a royal princess, a global supermodel, and the face of a billion-dollar fashion empire. But behind perfection lies a truth no one can survive- she is Nightingale, the most feared assassin and hidden mafia queen of India. Cold. Untouchable. Unforgiving. Love once made her weak. Betrayal made her ruthless. Now she trusts no one. Feels nothing. Until him. Advay Rai Singh- a hidden crown prince, a genius hacker, and the only man who unknowingly married his greatest enemy. He is hunting Nightingale. She is hiding behind his name. A marriage built on lies. A past filled with betrayal. A war standing between them. And when truth collides- Love won't save them. It will destroy them.

"Kanuu, explain something to me," Vidhi muttered, staring at the moon like it was his customer-care department. "Why did you invent men with egos bigger than the Himalayas but emotional maturity of a boiled potato?" She muttered swinging her legs sitting on the wall of empty terrace "Anyway, I've decided. If you ever plan to send one into my life, make sure he's quiet... because I'm not reducing my volume for anyone." ＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／ Arav rubbed his forehead and stared at the wall of the barracks like it had personally betrayed him. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. In ten minutes, that woman had questioned his strategy, mocked his serious face, called him "Mr. Gorilla," and then walked away like she had just delivered a public service announcement.. He exhaled slowly, the calm soldier in him trying very hard to stay calm. "God give me patience," he whispered. A pause. "...or a helmet. Because if she talks like that again, I might actually bang my head on this wall." ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Captain I prefer chikne (clean shaved) guys more as my prey ~ Ofcourse I figured out by the type of reels you like ... Dr.. ~

Six months. That's all Aadhya Sehgal had to prove her dreams were worth choosing. A temporary place to stay was never part of the plan. Neither was Kabir Arora. He wasn't supposed to matter. He wasn't even supposed to stay. But somewhere between shared spaces, unspoken conversations, and moments that felt a little too real... temporary stopped feeling temporary. And when time runs out, some things don't end, they just stay... somewhere in between.

˖𓈒⋆｡˚ Rudra × Aarohi ˖𓈒⋆｡˚ ⟡ imperfectly perfect together ⟡ 🌸When destiny weaves two imperfect souls into one perfect story. This isn't the story you've read a hundred times .. where the charming boy falls for the pretty girl. This one's different. It's slower - yet passionate. Softer - yet fierce. Messier - yet real. Two imperfect souls - one with walls, the other with wounds - cross paths not by choice, but by something deeper... Destiny, maybe. It's not love at first sight. It's a feeling that grows in silence, in glances, in small unspoken things. A story of raw passion, of hearts that stumble, heal, and find their way back to each other - imperfectly perfect. If you crave a story that feels real - an arranged marriage slow-burn that unfolds with emotion, chaos, and quiet tenderness - then this story will feel like home. 💫 ꕤ Tropes that breathe inside this story ꕤ ˙⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆˙ • CEO × Government exam aspirant • mr. logical × ms. overthinker • mr. perfect × ms. clumsy • stoic soul × emotional heart • realist × dreamer • order × chaos • silent thinker × nervous talker • calm storm × restless breeze • cold coffee × warm chai • the one who doesn't believe in love × the one who still hopes for it • he hides his feelings × she can't hide hers • sharp mind × soft heart • ego × empathy • "i don't do love" × "but i still believe in it" ˙⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆˙

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.