"How can you kiss my sister?" Avantika came near them and asked with her hands on his hips. Little angry at what he did. "like this" he said and pulled Advika towards him. Catching her waist, he quickly plastered an elegant kiss on Advika's lips again. With wide shock, Advika turned turned to see him standing so casually. Withdrawing herself from his hold, Advika moved to her sister side to avoid any other open kiss show in front of her sibling. "hey how dare you?" before Avantika could complete her sentence, he caught hold of Advika's hand and strode towards the door to go meet others downstairs.

He is Feared. He is Ruthless. He is not my Saviour. He is not my Prince. He is MY VILLAIN - the one everyone whispers about in fear - and now, he is my captor. ~~~~~~~~~~ A daring attempt at Dark Romance. Give it a try - I promise, you won't regret reading this.

"chakkarakatti" (chak-ka -ra -ka-Tea --- meaning sugar cube) he called her romantically. "hey.. I am not your chakkarakatti" she warned showing her index finger with a terrific face. "I did not say I am going to call you as chakkarakatti" he said smiling sheepishly at her. Another short love story of cute couple

"maa.. I can't marry him" "why?" "because.. because.. he is a professor" "so what?" "please ma.. not him please. A professor should not marry a student. Its forbidden you know" I pleaded which went in to deaf ears. Another short story.

I saw her walking to and fro looking at the window and to the bed impatiently. She was clearly disappointed because of the rain. Clad in a white saree with simple accessories and free hairstyle, she was looking ethereal. When she returned from the window with a frown on her face, I grabbed her hand and made her sit on my lap. She gasped at my action. But it was swallowed inside my mouth as I latched my lips on hers taking her for a surprise. "enna .. enna pandra?" ( what are you doing?) she stuttered breaking our kiss. "ennennamo panna asa dhan.. panatuma? unaku ok va?" ( I want to do so many things with you, shall I ? is it ok for you?) Another short story of a cute couple.

"you know what happened later on? she tried to elope with her lover on her wedding day" she came behind me narrating that useless story. I removed my shirt and hung it on the hanger.. She was following me on wherever I go.. I took a towel and went to the restroom. She was continuing with her narration and even followed me to the restroom. I turned back at her. "I am going to take bath. are you still gonna come inside?" I asked her and she remained rooted on the same place shaking her head as no. I closed the door and took bath.. Minutes later, when I came out she was still there outside the door. The moment she saw me, she continued her story following me, not even giving space to wear my pants. 'sss.. how can I control her?' I thought. "so what he did it was, he cheated on her , took her jewels and money..." her words were stopped. I pressed my lips hard on hers cupping her cheeks. She was awestruck.. Good.. I now found out a new way to shush her mouth..

A Royal Romance .... Royalty doesn't always come with Loyalty, people tend to change.... Two Brothers , Two sisters .... Who will get married to whom ???? Lets travel with them to know ....

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

It's basically pwp. Smut with subliminal plot. So , read at your own risk. The characters are morally grey. If you are choosing to continue don't expect any moral values. But if you like please drop a star and a comment, it would inspire me to continue.

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance