"ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝓁𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸. 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉." He handed her divorce papers on their wedding night. She accepted them without flinching. ↳Kyraan Pratap Chauhan didn't do marriages. He did contracts. with an expiry date already signed. ⤿Rahee Advani didn't do vulnerability. She did silence. The kind that made people uncomfortable enough to look away. One arrangement. One year. One contract that was supposed to fix everything - except the two people inside it. He was cold because grief had made him that way. She was composed because life had left her no other choice. Neither of them was looking for something real. But some things don't wait to be looked for. ╰┈➤Amid Headlines and Signatures is a slow burn, gut wrenching story about two people who were never meant to stay - and everything that unraveled before they had to leave. Arranged marriage · Secret marriage · Grumpy x Grumpy · CEO x Brand Ambassador · Haters to Lovers · He Falls First and Harder · She Leaves. He Follows. Volume One: The Beginning of the End જ⁀➴ started on : 17 April 2026

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" His voice came low, almost amused. "𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." Two empires. One shattered alliance. A war that demanded blood. A nightmare for Samravathi's last princess... and a disgrace the Sultan of the Rubiyat Sultanate could not afford. Secrets unravel, bonds turn bitter, and a curse is reborn.

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

(His series #book 1) And suddenly SHE became the only thing that consumed me whole. I shouldn't be in love with her. Not after knowing that she is not my type. But yet I did, insanely that consumed me whole. But what about her??? Will she ever love me after the things I have done to her, will she ever accept my love for her, will she ever give me a chance to prove myself to her, will I ever have her in my life after those miserable things I have done in our relationship??? :⁠‑⁠) Mira Nagar, A sweet innocent girl with a soft heart who is a village girl. After she turned 19 her parents decided to get her married to an landlord from their village, who is already 4th time of her age at the verge of dying, but for money they became soo greedy that they decided to get married Mira to that old man. But what they didn't know was that this marriage is going to change the life of Mira for forever. Ashrit Rathore, CEO of Rathore textiles, a not soo sweet guy complicated with many morals and rules of his own. He believes in hardwork and because of his hardwork Rathore Textiles became India's most famous Textiles company, he is a workoholic and barely manage to come home he mostly stayes out of the country. What will happen when he will visit his maternal grandfather house for a marriage and got stuck in an unwanted marriage. Give this book a chance to know more about this story.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? Desperate to pass math and paying to survive in college, she juggles late-night study sessions with a new job at a quiet pizza shop. Her tutor? Mysterious, blunt, and way too good-looking. Her boss? Cold, unreadable, and never smiles. They couldn't be more different-until the lines start to blur. She doesn't know it yet, but the man tutoring her might already know everything about her... even where she works. FLUFF SMUT MATURE THEMES COLLEGE AU

ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh "I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it." "Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "She is the woman who has shown me the value of patience, of waiting for the right person to come into my life." ╰┈➤ Saransh Sharma "In him, I found a light in my darkest days, a beacon of hope that guided me through the shadows. He is the man who has shown me that I am worthy of love, that I deserve to be cherished and adored." ╰┈➤ Tia Yadav 𐙚 ˚ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩 Tia, a college-going student, is a stunningly beautiful brown girl who has always struggled with insecurities about her skin color, exacerbated by the disdain of her parents. Despite this, she caught the attention of two handsome strangers who would change her life forever. One of them, her devoted husband, would stop at nothing to protect her from harm. Little did she know, he was actually the Indian mafia king, willing to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their love. The other stranger, an Italian businessman with captivating blue eyes, became obsessed with Tia's body and skin color, determined to possess her at any cost. As Tia finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of these two men, she realizes that she is in grave danger of being consumed by their obsessions. The book contains trauma, drug abuse, violence, and mature content with 18+ scenes

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?