She is all warmth - curls in a high puff, glossed lips, flour on her apron, and a voice that carries. Her bakery is her world, filled with golden light and old people who call her "sweetheart." But she's lonely. She hides it behind laughter, behind playlists and pastries and hustle. This is her dream, but it's hard doing it alone in a city that doesn't wait for anyone. He is part of something dark - mafia blood, high-ranking, feared. The kind of man who speaks in low tones, wears all-black even in summer, and carries his trauma like a shadow. He's never wanted softness. He doesn't even like sweets. But something about her got under his skin - her laugh, her voice, the way she's alive when he hasn't felt anything in years. Now he comes to her bakery. Every day. Same table. Same order. Watching. Waiting. At first, he just needed a place to hide. Then he needed to see her. And now? He needs her like a sin he can't confess.

Vikrant Shergill. The most feared gangster in the city. The moment people lay eyes on him, fear spreads like wildfire. He is no less than Yamraj himself. His dark and dangerous aura is enough to keep everyone at a distance, no girl even dares to come close to him. On the other hand, there is Anmol Mishra... innocent, soft-hearted, and completely opposite to him. Bound into a relationship with Vikrant because of her elder sister, she finds herself trapped in a world she never belonged to. Will Anmol be able to survive with a man whose life revolves around violence and bloodshed? 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇵 🇪 🇸  ➪𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➪𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐞 ➪𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐌𝐂 ➪𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 ➪𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➪𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥 #1 in India (13/08/25) #1 in India (19/08/25) ⋆˚✿˖° ✦•𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥•✦ A 25 year old calm and sweet girl. A strong believer of Mahadev.Her beauty not only radiates from her golden brown skin but also from her pure heart , but she's unaware of the beauty she has within her because of being judged by her relatives and the society. And now she was going to marry a man who was no different from the people who made her question her own existence. ✦• 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 •✦ A 30 year old ruthless Mafia leader of the American and Italian Mafia. He never thought that coming to India for a business deal would change his whole existence. He never needed someone in his life until he saw her in her wedding attire, and now all he wanted is her and he was going to have her. Because she have became his passion, insatiable desire, obsession, His Junoon. Is that all or there is more into it ? . ⋆˚✿˖° So, After a lot of request Junoon is going to be a full lengthy book. Give it a try.

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

"You're mine now, whether I chose you or not. Remember that." His words weren't a promise. They were a warning. In the ordered world of Indian Army officer Sanddeep Singh Rawat, discipline rules every moment - there's no room for laughter, love, or looseness. He wears his uniform like a second skin and keeps his emotions locked away, a soldier shaped by duty and sacrifice. Then comes Sia Sharma - fresh out of college, full of warmth and surprise, thrust into a life she never planned. Their worlds collide over an arranged meeting that feels more like a mission briefing than a beginning. As families negotiate alliances and destiny is decided with a quiet nod, an unexpected truth settles like a shadow - this marriage is a match of convenience and compromise, not choice or chance. With Sanddeep's eyes always on the next posting and Sia's heart caught between duty and desire, their journey begins where promises sound more like orders. For Sia, love is supposed to feel different. But in a life where absence speaks louder than presence, and sacrifices come wrapped in silent expectations - will their hearts find room to beat as one? Or will love forever be the soldier left waiting behind the lines?

My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table. Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears. How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed. "Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body. He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor.. He is just my destroyer,I chose myself.. HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! Rated 18+ Enter at your own risk!!

Bekhudi: His Ruthless Obsession She was just seventeen when she confessed her love to him. He was twenty-four her brother's best friend and he rejected her coldly, calling her feelings "childish." Heartbroken and humiliated, Shivani left the country, vowing to never look back. Ten years later, she returns as a bold, successful fashion designer -confident, guarded, and far from the innocent girl he once knew. But fate has other plans. When her life spirals into danger, the only person she can turn to for help is the same man who once shattered her heart: Vikram Singh Rathore... He was supposed to protect her. Instead, he decides to own her. What started as a childish crush has now become his darkest obsession. And this time, he won't let her go. She wants freedom. He wants her completely. In the game of love and control, who will win? A story of rejected love, burning obsession, and dangerous possession.

18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.

A forced marriage between a reserved businessman and a psychology student with a traumatic past becomes an unexpected journey of healing and love as Arhaan's obsession softens into genuine care, Minha learns to trust again, proving that even the deepest scars can fade with patience, respect, and true connection