when his mate is murdered and the future of his pack is endangered, Darius is forced to risk all he holds dear. Starting a war to bring back peace and becoming a force nature itself fears.

"Memory fades away but the love remains" Aavya Agarwal She is a kind, generous girl who holds a deep faith in Krishna ji. Four years ago, she lost her memories and has lived ever since under the strict control of her mother, Ragini-a woman who dictated every aspect of her life, leaving her gasping for freedom. so, she ran away. But what she didn't expect... Was to end up in the room of a man she once called her husband-a man she no longer remembers. Now, caught in a web of lies and forgotten love, Aavya finds herself pretending to be his fiancée... again.

#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

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

"𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 " Aliza Khurana, a 23 year old aspiring lawyer, was born in a house hold who considered their daughter useless as she was rejected by multiple boys. Hussein Khan, a 27 year old CEO of khan industries, currently turned cold as her wife ran away from the house and never came back.

Every night at midnight they forget each other - but their hearts never do. She sketches face she doesn't remember. He writes poem for someone he's never met. But when they meet again, Love blooms like it's never left and when the clock strikes twelve it all disappears... This a story of soul deep connection, broken time and love 💕 to strong to be erased. Book cover by Krishnasakhi02

It's a story about a girl who is unaware that she is actually a vampire. She was adopted by her current family, and they are not her real parents. One day, she discovers a letter in her room from her biological parents. The letter reveals her true identity and also contains her parents' last wish for their daughter. The question remains, will she be able to fulfill her real parents' last wishes?

Two lawyers. One courtroom. And a hatred sharp enough to draw blood. Saanvi Mehra has clawed her way to the top-brilliant, sharp-tongued, and unbreakable. She's earned her place in a world that was never built for her. And she's not about to lose it. Especially not to Veer Raizada. Veer is composed. Cruel. Untouchable. And for reasons Saanvi can't decipher, he loathes her with a quiet intensity that burns. Every case between them is war. Every glance, a challenge. Every word, laced with something too dangerous to name. He wants to see her fall. She refuses to give him the satisfaction. But in a world where truth is twisted and history is buried- what happens when hate stops being safe? A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance brimming with sharp banter, long-buried secrets, and the kind of tension that leaves scars. (Previously:- THE ART OF CROSS EXAMINATION) We hit ✨ # 2 trends # 1 womanpower #1 banter #1 indian #1 suit #4 attorney #5 cat #8 powercouple #7 legal © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.

A girl who hides her fears behind silence, wrapped in her own little shell, trying to escape a past she never talks about. A man whose arrogance is practically his surname, ego his middle name, and anger his permanent mood-a man with messy habits, a stone-hearted attitude. She avoids trouble. He is trouble. she knows what kind of man he is. She sees every flaw, every bad habit, every wall he's built. So the real question is: Can a girl truly fall for a man who is the total opposite of everything she believes in? And if she does... Can she accept him exactly as he is? A light-hearted, funny, romantic-mystery story about two completely mismatched souls who somehow fit perfectly.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .