#1 all INDIA RANK ON 26oct 28 oct 3 march MAY JUNE and many more!! #1 die bollywood warriors cute ISHWASA X MUBARIZ Jab mohobbat itni badh jaye ki wo lafjon me bayan na ki ja sake to koi tareeka to chahiye na apni mehram ko batane ka ki unse mohobbat kitni beshumar ho gayi hai. Bas mahroo hamare bhi lafj khatam ho gaye hain, itni betahasha mohobbat ho gayi hai aapse ki ab appke jarre jarre par hamara nam likhne ka jee chahta h. Apne aap ko aap ko saupane ka jee chahta hai. Aapko is kadr khud me samana chahte hain ki khuda khud bhi aapko hamse juda na kar paye." " When love gets so much increased that it can not be described in words then we need to find a way to tell our beloved about how much we love them that how much we love them. Mahroo my words too felt finished. I love you so damn much that I want my name to be imprinted on each and every pore of your body. I want to submit myself to you now. I want you to diffuse in me such a way that god himself could not be able to put us apart." He again claimed my lips but this time I can feel the urgency, the desperation in his actions which I never felt before. He always kiss me lovingly and slowly but this one was totally opposite. His hands roamed on my entire waist but when he traced my belly button with his fingers a sound escaped my lips without my permission," Ahhhmmm". My body shaking with the sensations and he left my lips only to look into my eyes. Reviews~~~ * his actions are so intense🔥🔥 *Ahhhhhh 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Oops sorry 🐛🐛🐛🐛 *lots of love 💖💖💖to the author ❤️❤️ I can never forget this story. ..... 👍🏻👍🏻 *ahhh aree ariz ❤️🩹😭🤌🏻 ek ariz to me bhi deserve karti hu na ??.me good girl hu 🙂 *Haayeeee Bhaisab sharam aa gyi ye pad ke toh *Taking ss of these lines and keeping them in my notes to show my future husband😭 ( or abhi 18 ki hu mein 🤡). These are just too good.✨🌹 *Marry me khwahish💖😘 Give it a ch

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.

adira, a brilliant historian and an unwavering perfectionist, thrives on unraveling the lost mysteries of the past. Yet, one enigma continues to elude her-the most celebrated warrior king of ancient India. His name echoes through time, his empire was far ahead of its era, yet history only offers fragments of his existence. Who was he beyond his throne? How did his kingdom attain a brilliance that even modern science cannot comprehend? And why did he suddenly disappear, leaving behind an unfinished legacy? These questions consume her, turning curiosity into obsession. But when fate takes an unexpected turn, adira finds herself not just studying history-she is living it. Drawn into the depths of time, she steps into his empire, face to face with the legend himself. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure, or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces? As the past and present collide, she becomes more than just a seeker of truth. She becomes his obsession. And in the kingdom of a lion, escape is no longer an option

Two queens. One king. A love bound by duty, jealousy, and secrets. In the halls of Rathore Palace, hearts will burn, loyalties will falter, and nothing is as innocent as it seems. In the opulent halls of the Rathore Palace, love, duty, and deception intertwine. Yuvraj Devansh Rathore, the Crown Prince, is a man of unwavering loyalty and deep passion, devoted entirely to his first wife, Ishita Kumari Rathore. Their love is tender, passionate, and unshakable-yet fate and duty threaten to tear their world apart. For five years, Ishita has been the queen by his side, her heart intertwined with his, yet unable to bear an heir. Pressured by the palace and his mother's insistence, Yuvraj is forced into a second marriage. Enter Aadhya Singh Rathore, a woman whose angelic beauty and innocent demeanor hide a strength that none can see. Unaware of the true reason behind her marriage, Aadhya steps into a world of royal intrigue, rivalry, and forbidden attraction. Ishita refuses to share her husband, her jealousy sharp and relentless, while Aadhya quietly proves that appearances can be deceiving. In a palace where every glance, whisper, and smile carries weight, love is a battlefield, and hearts are never safe. Two queens. One king. A crown shrouded in shadows. Will yuvraj Devansh Rathore fall in love with his Second wife?

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

My fingers curled into his t-shirt as I kissed him back, matching his intensity, my anger melting into raw emotion. He pulled back just enough for his lips to brush my ear. "If you slap me again..." he murmured darkly, grabbing my jaw, "I'll fuck you until you won't be able to walk. I promise." A shiver raced through me. I cupped his neck. "I hope you're as good at keeping promises as you are at making them." ______ Some men are born into violence. Ekansh Virk was raised by it. Delhi's underworld whispers his name like a prayer and a curse. He is Dhanush Ahlawat's blade - silent, precise, and merciless. No conscience. No weakness. No woman has ever made him feel anything but contempt. Until her. Aayesha Ahlawat. His Boss Dhanush Ahlawat's sister. She wears her defiance like silk, too sharp, too reckless, and infuriatingly untouched by the darkness that owns him. One accidental glance, and his restraint begins to bleed. And when she calls him "brother's slave" with that wicked smile, something inside him snaps. She wants to provoke the Beast but has no idea what she's awakening. "You want to provoke me, princess? Let me show you what happens when a Beast stops pretending to be a man." She makes him want to ruin her in the most exquisite ways, just to remind her who truly owns the dark. Every insult makes him harder. Every challenge tightens the leash around his control until it frays. He imagines her beneath him...not gently, not kindly but claimed. Her wrists pinned, her breath stolen and her sharp mouth finally silenced by his name moaning on her lips. But she is forbidden. And that makes the wanting worse. He's buried men alive. He's watched fire consume everything in its path. But resisting Aayesha is a war he's losing breath by breath, sin by sin. Because some temptations don't just break rules. They burn loyalties to ash. Forbidden Temptations - Beginning of the Sin. (Sins of Temptation Series #1) Where obedience ends. And obsession begins.

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -