(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.

"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄" One-year is all it takes for strangers to become deep lovers. One-year contract marriage is all takes to turn attraction into deep desire. 29 year old 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫 a Major in PARA Special forces is going to fall in love for the first time during the rescue mission without knowing that she is his true love but he is so into her. Although he never wants to fall for anyone nor does he want to be loved by anyone until she came into his life. The only problem? His would be wife is his brother's girlfriend. There's nothing worse than being in love with someone you can't have or who belongs to someone else. But if that's true, why can't he stop fantasizing about her? Why the hell can't he stop himself from being madly in love with her? ** 20 year old 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫 is an aspiring Army surgeon she tries to commit suicide after she has been tortured by terrorists for almost 6 months. She lost her everything when the tragedy happened to her and her life took a drastic turn. Her life tragedies entangled her with Ranvijay who is her ex-boyfriend's elder brother. No Desire to live. No Love. No happiness. When they bumped into each other for the first time they didn't know what fate had decided for them. She doesn't like him because of his aggressiveness and short temper behaviour. He doesn't like her because she is too talkative but deep inside he fell for her for the very first time when his eyes collided with her blue eyes. Their one-year contract marriage starts as physical attraction develops into something much deeper as Ranvijay and Kashish get swept up in the magic of love and passion. But they only have one year, and there are forces outside their control that threaten to rip them apart. Can their relationship survive the identity of love or was it just not meant to be?

‎‧₊˚✧ Unedited the first draft of the book, ✧˚₊. ꧁ᬊᬁ𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖞, 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ᬊ᭄꧂ 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𐙚 ⋆˚Aakarsh Singh Mehrotra X Ikshita Singhania ⋆˚꩜｡۶ৎ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ ɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ⌯⌲⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bound by the flames of revenge, yet chasing different prey, their worlds collided. She was sold to him-nothing more than a pawn, a possession in his ruthless game. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ‎‧₊˚✧They tried to shatter them. Instead, they rose-like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes..❤︎‎✧˚₊‧ 𖹭ᴊᴀʙ ɴᴀꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴘᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀʙ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɢᴀɴɪ ᴋɪ ʜᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅᴅ ᴘᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴋᴀʀᴇɴɢᴇ. 𖹭 top trending in India at #1 four times , #3 two times, #5; in Canada at #4 & #5 thrice; in UK #2, in US #5 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ Bonus chapters available on stck ! Unedited version as well on stck completed ! ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ᯓ ✈︎✞☬ঔৣ꧂

Rashmika, she was stepping into a fairytale wedding, until everything she knew was shattered. On the day she was to marry the man she loved, he betrayed her and attacked her kingdom. Heartbroken and desperate, she ran, choosing death over a life of defeat. Raghuveer, the powerful prince, saves her, but neither knows her past, and the secrets around them are dangerous. With her memories gone, and a kingdom full of lies, they will face a love born from anger, hate, and fate. She doesn't remember who she is. He doesn't know who she was. But destiny, destiny never forgets. What will happen when her memory comes back? What will she do when she realizes the truth? How will she believe that all this time she was in love with her enemy? Can love survive betrayal, lies, and fate? "You knew, didn't you?" My voice trembled, torn between fury and heartbreak as I raised the blade. "Rashmika, calm yourself-" Before he could finish, I pressed the dagger's tip against his throat. "Answer me!" I hissed, eyes scorching into his. A tense silence swallowed the room, broken only when he admitted in a strained whisper, "Yes, I knew." His hand seized mine, firm, but I did not flinch. I pressed the dagger harder, the sharp blade biting into flesh, crimson drops sliding down his neck. "I hate you, Yuvraj Raghuveer Singh Rajput," I hissed, voice trembling, tears carving paths down my cheeks. When he reached up, as if to wipe them away, as if I would let him touch me, I shoved him back with the force of every betrayal, every shattered trust, letting my rage explode, fierce and unrelenting. "I will never forgive you!" I screamed, storming out of the chamber, the metallic jingle of my anklets ringing like a warning with every step.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC

#1 In India out of 45.8k stories #1 on Prince out of 40k stories #1 on Arrange marriage out of 27k stories #1 on Promise out of 8k stories #4 on Hate #9 on Billionaire #1 on Jodhpur #1 on Rajput Wattys2021 {𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞#1} ~~~~~ Previously Known as "A Promise: That Changed My Life forever" Karan Suryavanshi, the Self-made billionaire and Prince of Jodhpur, His mother is his everything, he can even give his life if his mother ever wished for it without thinking twice. Girls meant nothing to him, except toys. Siya Rathod, the kind-hearted yet innocent girl, born in poverty, low educated, knows nothing except to love her loved ones, truly. The only man she ever loved is her childhood best friend, Vishal, who loves her back equally. But, one promise that was made years ago by their parents, forced them to marry each other, without their wishes, Karan calls it to compromise, and Siya calls it her responsibility as a daughter. One mistake made by her twin sister Adah changes Siya's life forever that is based on lies. ________ Warning ⚠️ 18+ This Book is a red flag! Contains adult dark romance theme that may trigger you so read it with an open mind, thank you. _______ (An Indian story, based on Rajasthan, means their language, culture has been showcased, whatever I have shown and mentioned in this book belongs to me only and purely made for entertainment, it doesn't relate to any real person excepts for locations.) Posted on - January 30, 2021 Ended on- May 30, 2021 Cover by me!!! ____

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK