She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

"I'LL KEEP GOING AS LONG AS YOU MOAN MY NAME, BUT THE MOMENT YOU STOP... I'LL FUCK YOU SO HARD THAT YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO BREATHE. She is eighteen...the girl who never steps out of her room and always keeps her face covered with cloth, because she suffers from a severe allergy that ruined her face. He is thirty a ruthless businessman and a dangerous mafia leader. Since childhood, he has loved a girl he has never even seen. What will happen when she becomes his replacement bride? Slowly, secrets after secrets begin to unfold. And when their relationship breaks, yet they remain bound together... What will happen when the world tries to tear them apart, but instead, they are pulled closer and closer to each other? 6)The copyright of this story belongs solely to me Only_peace_kv You can follow me on instagram for updates.... My I'd : only_peace_kv

BRIDE SERIES BOOK 1 Let's join the journey Of Rajveer and Advika💕 What this accidental arrianged marriage brings for them.. Will love bloom between them? Or destiny has some other plans!!

Middle class girl goes looking for a job. And her whole life turns upside down after meeting the CEO. Smut alert.. from chapter 29 onwards

Diya, a hardworking girl with big dreams, finds her life taking an unexpected turn when she meets Raj, her charismatic professor. Drawn to his calm intensity, she begins to feel emotions she can't understand. As their connection deepens, their relationship crosses boundaries-one forbidden yet irresistible. With love, pain, and desire entangled, will they overcome the obstacles or lose themselves in this storm of emotions? This is the story of a professor and his student, a tale of forbidden love, passion, and devotion that defies all odds. " Okay, so it's just a simple one with mature content. So just read if you want, otherwise you can leave peacefully... I had written this a long time ago 🫣 just like that, but only now I've started writing it properly."

"I love you..." I whispered, mustering every ounce of courage. He stood before me, silent-his eyes clouded with confusion... or was it sorrow? We were alone on the empty road, under a moonlit sky. But his face held no joy. Did he not love me? Then why he make me feel in that way. "I love you, Triple S..." My voice trembled as tears blurred my vision. "Stop it," he said, his voice heavy. With a sigh, he turned away, walking off into the night. "I really love you!" I shouted, desperate. "I swear, I'll never leave you... not even after death!" . ........⭐........ Ishq: A Never Ending Love Story College was supposed to be about bunking classes, late-night Maggi, and maybe... a few harmless crushes. Not about falling for the guy who looked like he belonged to another world - one where laughter had long faded and memories were locked away. She was chaos in sneakers - a first-year with too much energy and a smile that could light up storms. He was silence in human form - a final-year mystery, always at the back of the class, always alone. They weren't meant to cross paths. But then again, love never asks for permission. Aashi is hiding something. A secret that could erase everything. And Shreyansh? He's already lost too much to risk feeling again. But what happens when she starts forgetting... and he starts remembering everything they built? This isn't just a love story. It's a war between memory and emotion. Between holding on... and letting go. Seven stages. One unforgettable journey. Some loves don't need forever - just the right moments. Read Ishq - because some stories live on... even when people forget

Aaradhya never believed in fate - until she stepped foot into the corridors of Jaipur's most elite college, where privilege ruled and secrets thrived. Her plan was simple: stay low, focus on studies, and return to her small world untouched. But then came Veer Singh Rathore - the enigmatic heir of Jaipur, cloaked in arrogance and silence, a boy born with a crown and a storm. He wasn't just the college's dark prince - he seemed to orbit her path with an intensity that shook her soul. First the stares. Then the possessive whispers. Then the touch that shouldn't have felt like fire. He was everywhere. And yet... something wasn't right. Because behind the raw magnetism and reckless possessiveness, Aaradhya glimpsed something else in his eyes - a fracture. A fear. A plea. As if even he wasn't in control of what he was becoming. And Veer? He's starting to realize he isn't. Something - or someone - is pulling the strings. A story of obsession, identity, and one girl's war to protect her heart from a boy who doesn't even know if it belongs to him anymore. What if the villain was never meant to be one? What if he's just trying to fight the story he's been forced to live? The story gets updated every Saturday at 9:00 P.M.

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.

He was abandoned before he learned how to love - and she was thrown into his life by fate. Everyone thought they were just another arranged couple fumbling through married life. What no one saw were the storms behind closed doors. He didn't talk much - not about the family that left him,or the pain he never gave a name to. He carried his wounds like shadows, quietly, stubbornly. Until the day he broke - and told her the truth. A child born without warmth of a mother. Left behind like a secret. Raised without love. She tried to fix it - she really did. But healing doesn't always come from the ones who hurt us. So instead, she offered him something else: Her hand. Her heart. Her vow to stay. This isn't a story about saving someone. It's about standing with them when no one else will. And loving them until they finally start to believe they're worthy of it.

CONTENT WARNINGS: This story contains intimate scenes and some intense moments. Please read with discretion and only if comfortable. If sensitive, please kindly skip. Apologies in advance if any content unintentionally offends religious sentiments.