◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

"Remove your blouse," Vikram's voice was low yet there was an unmistaken command. She instantly looked up in horror "V-v we are in public area, Anyone can see us" "Windows are tinted" he said flatly. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. Heat instantly wrapped Tara's cheek. For a moment he studied her face blankly, cheeks crimson, eyelashes fluttering. But then without any hint of shame he said,"Good, now remove!" Unconsciously she bit her lip and then while giving up slowly she began to undo her strap. Her fingers trembled at the place. A slight smirk formed in his lips as he teased her, "Bad girl, not even wearing a bra." "I-it's nothing like that, it's just my blouse is padded," she defended herself but was completely losing composure before his hunting eyes. Her movements were painfully slow and just as his patience broke, He slowly leaned forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it down. She was sitting half naked in front of him, her eyes instantly widened and she tried to cover her body with her small hands as he was roaming his predetory eyes all over her body . But still her hands didn't helped much. His eyes were fixed at one place. At her chest. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked. Confusion and Hunger was flickering in his eyes. __________ Now should I write the whole book in this little description or what?? ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Vikram Singh Chauhan ,34 years old unmarried ,ruthless man. The sarpanch of the village. Who never begs. Who never bows. But what happens when the same man bows for his brother's wife. The same man gets dangerously obsessed to the woman he shouldn't. Not accepted by the society but already wrote by the fate. Will there be any mercy for two hearts? ______________ For early updates follow me on Stck and Rowllr. Links are in my bio.

🖤 Previously known as Velvet Cage. He leaned closer. "Now tell me, mi reina, what should I do with you, hmm?" His words were edged with threat, sending a shiver down my spine and wetness to my core. "Rafael... I...I didn't-" He cut me off with a sharp bite to my collarbone. "Should I spank your pretty little ass that you won't be able to sit for a week for fuck you so hard that you don't he able to walk straight tomorrow." Before I could respond his lips found mine again this time soothing the bitten lip, sucking and kissing softly. ◇◇◇◇◇ She ran from her wedding night, from a life that wanted to cage her, straight into his world, a world where power tastes like blood and every breath is a choice between fear and desire. Myra Kapoor thought she wanted freedom, but freedom doesn't ask for permission, and neither does fate. Rafael Alvarez doesn't see a girl; he sees a challenge, a fire that dares to burn in his presence. He ties her, interrogates her, threatens her, and shows her what men like him do to liars, and yet when her lips tremble, when her eyes glisten with unshed tears, he doesn't strike...not out of mercy, but curiosity. Curiosity for the girl who runs, terrified yet defiant, a girl who refuses to break even under his gaze. Every lie, every shiver, every whispered refusal becomes a thread binding her closer to him, a dangerous pull neither can resist. She is a runaway bride, he is a ruthless mafia heir, and together they collide in a world where control is power, obsession is intoxicating, and surrender... surrender could be deadly-and delicious. ______ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥: "𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬." 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐚 (𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠): "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

Yaduvanshi series #2 A second chance romance If you want to read a story which make your eyes weep and heart bleed but then make you giggle and shy, give this book a try!! He is a prince of a kingdom in Madhya Pardesh and She is wife of a politician. While running from her husband, she met her ex again. "I will talk to my family and we will be married soon" He said lovingly kissing her cheeks as she giggled. "You bitch, don't teach me what to do or what not." He seethed slapping her across her face. "Please God save me. For the sake of this unborn" She cried while running with all her might. How their life will change? Will he accept her again or she will get hurt once again? Will the love flourish again?? Will he protect her from the demon she is running from?

Yaduvanshi Series #3 It is a book under yaduvanshi series. But it could be read as standalone too. Nitya Raghavendra is a telugu businesswoman earning millions but her appearance in news is almost negligible. She is a sweet but sassy lady. She hates to hurt other person but once you are in her bad book, she won't care even if you cry thousand time in front of her. But behind all this, there is a girl who craved for love all her life but what she got in return is betrayal. Her heart always craved for love but fate taught her to live without love. Shivansh Singh Yaduvanshi is the younger brother of the biggest businessman of India. He haven't achieved anything great in his life yet but still he is all over the newspapers and social media, all because of his physique, looks and lavish lifestyle. Every week his name is attached with a new lady. He is known to be the playboy but is he? Let's see how life take turns when they are both tied in an arranged marriage. A beautiful love story with chaos everywhere or a simple married life. PS: All pictures are taken from Pinterest.

He is the man who is devoted to one woman and for him, he is ready to cause chaos even in the politics of country She is a neurosurgeon who is also a princess and she never heard a No from anyone. He always got what he wants so she made him beg for her attention. She is a girl who can do anything for her family but He is the enemy of her brother. Who would she choose? How would he made her choose him?

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)