{COMPLETED} ❝ 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦?... ❞ A story of a pure relationship, hidden with lies, secrets, pain, hurt, lust and made with hearts of Hidden Love and minds of Disingenuous Hate. {🥀} 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 (𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐂𝐎𝐍! 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃), 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓🔞 { ENGLISH } I don't give warnings in the chapters so read at your own risk! TRANSLATIONS/PLAGIARISMING ARE STRICTLY NOT ALLOWED🚫 Read ' Know About My Work ' in the Preview Chapter before reading this book. Don't Report, Just Mute/Block. (The first few chapters may be cringey but it will get better later on.) TOP RANKINGS★ #1 in Jungkooksmut #1 in Jeongguksmut #1 in Jksmut #1 in Kooksmut #1 in Jeonjungkook (Out of 67.2K Stories🤯) #1 in Darkromance

First book of second generation of Mistress "Revenge will leave behind only regrets which will haunt you every moment ruining your sanity if you ever involve any innocent soul in your shitty game" his voice echoed in his mind to warn him not to follow his footsteps but he was so adamant to inflict on her the pain he had gone through when she had no clue as to what was the reason behind his thirst for revenge. "I will never submit to you, do whatever you want to make me bend when you can't do anything except forcing me physically" she resisted his every abuse and torture until he pushed her into the depths of darkness where her soul crumbled losing every hope to live but still it was not enough for him, he wanted to break her beyond the repair which he did perfectly. "Who are you??" he asked peering at her who was sitting between his spread legs with her head bowed like the obedient slut he had made her with his inhuman torture. "I am your slave, master" her voice was blank with no tinge of emotion. "Good girl" he patted her head like a dog with a wicked smirk.

Vikranth pinned her against the door with one hand his chest rising with restrained fury his eyes burning straight into hers. Vikranth his voice low dark and dangerous "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." his fingers pressed into her waist his jaw clenched his voice dropped to a lethal whisper "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear her breath warm against his skin she whisper was colder than poison "And welcome to hell...Mr. Shekhawat." His eyes widened just a fraction shock flickering into a dark, dangerous spark he liked the fire but he hated the fire still there his grip on her waist tightened her smirk widened. "You built this hell with your own hands now burn with me." His nostrils flared his chest brushed hers as he stepped even closer, voice a low growl "You think you'll survive this fire" she tilted her chin up boldly. "I'm the one who started it." A muscle in his jaw jumped and slammed his palm beside her head, caging her fully. "You're playing a game you can't win." her lips curved again deadly, confident. "Wrong." pratiksha placed her finger on his chest, pushing him back a little. "I'm playing a game you already lost." he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer again, faces inches apart his voice trembling with fury "We'll see how long that smirk lasts, Mrs. Shekhawat." Pratiksha smirks "Long enough to destroy you." He slammed the bedroom door shut Pratiksha barely had a second to breathe before Vikranth grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed her back hit the mattress, the silk sheets folding under her. He stalked toward her like a predator, removing his coat, his eyes burning with one intention Break HER. Get ready for Enemies-to-lovers tension A dangerously possessive hero Forced marriage with high-stake twists Dark secrets, betrayal & obsession ❤️‍ A love story born from hatred and ruined by desire

"Zabaan kaafi teekhi hai tumhari...uski punishment to milegi hi....Now get on your fours and count like a good girl!" 🃁🂡🂱🃑 ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He wants the throne. She is his leverage. Used as a political weapon in a war for power, she is dragged into forced proximity with a man who sees people as pieces. But somewhere between manipulation and survival, the pawn learns how to rule. This is not a game anymore. Ab khel nahi, bagawat hoga. ©️ All Rights Reserved

Story will be only updated when I will get 500 votes ⚠️ This story is only for 18+ The book is the second version of Marriage of series, a sequel of Marriage of convenience. This isn't your typical mafia man and his soft girl story, this is something more deeper, raw and fragile. Ahyaan- "I am scared, Ryasa" Ryasa- "Crawl to me baby"

A dark romance historical set in a world where power decides fate, and love is rarely gentle. Born into the Maheshwari household, sisters Meera and Meher are raised with equal strength, ambition, and loyalty. Meera, fierce and politically astute, is shaped to inherit her father's kingdom. Meher, quieter but no less perceptive, dreams of a life where power itself becomes protection. Their bond is unshaken until war redraws every boundary. When the empire of Rudra Pratap Singh Chandravanshi conquers their land, a single misunderstanding ignites conflict, pride, and a marriage forged not by choice, but by consequence. Meera becomes queen to the man who destroyed her world and Rudra becomes fixated on the one woman who never bowed to him. "You stand before me like I am nothing," Rudra tells her once, his voice calm but dangerous. "And yet you are the only thing I see." Meera refuses him at every turn, his crown, his protection, his authority. "You didn't win me," she says coldly. "You only surrounded me." Rudra does not deny it. "Then stop trying to escape," he replies, stepping closer, his presence a quiet threat. "You were never meant to walk away from me."

If you want to kill bhai sa , you have to kill me" she screamed The man lips curved up in smirk which was hidden behind a cloth "move away, i dont raise my sword against woman" "i challenge you" she said. "Hame chunautiya bohot pasand hai rajkumari" he whispered (I love challenges, princess) ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• ALIKA PRATAP Princess of haryana, loves her family and her state YUDHRAJ SINGH RAJAVAT The name is enough to send chills through anybody, when he walks, head bows, what will happen when he will get this eyes on "Haryana"...... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• #1 ranking - raja ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• THE STORY IS IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE, JUST FEW DAILOUGES IN HINDI BUT THE TRANSLATION FOR EVERY DAILOUGE WILL BE PROVIDED IN BRACKETS

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

(Warning:- Smut with a plotline) Season 1 in Thakur Series Abhay Thakur was a man known for his power and wealth. Both of them naturally bring together influence. There can be no one who can stand up against him. The only exception is Kunal Shah, the local MLA. Kunal Shah has been infamously Abhay's biggest nemesis. Abhay's attitude makes him angry and he wishes to bring him down. The only problem is Kunal's daughter, Sneha Shah. The Shah Family's rebel child. Dom x Brat WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content and strong language that may be not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. All Rights Reserved

"Strip." "Dharsh... please..." "You think begging will help?" "Please... don't do this..." "Strip... or I'll rip that pretty little blouse off you. And trust me, you won't like my way." "Five seconds, Dhwani. After that, you're mine to undo."