"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26

He loved her... but never said it. She loved him too... but thought he never could. Arya and Ruhi were never strangers. They were almost everything-best friends, silent supporters, late-night conversations, unfinished sentences... and a love that lived in between. He waited for the right moment. She waited for a sign. But timing has a cruel way of breaking the stories that could have been perfect. Every smile hid a confession. Every goodbye carried words they never spoke. And somewhere between "hello" and "goodbye"... they both lost a love that was always theirs-just never said out loud. "Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye" is not just a love story. It's about missed chances, silent feelings, and the heartbreak of realizing... you both felt the same, just never at the same time. If you've ever stayed quiet when your heart was screaming... this story will stay with you. 💔

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

Adhiraj slammed her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that tasted like rage and possession. His hands gripped her thighs, yanking them around his waist before he dropped her roughly onto the edge of his desk. "Fvck, you're drenched," he growled, two thick fingers plunging into her tight, untouched heat without mercy. "Ahh-Adhiraj!" Sharvika cried out, her nails raking his shoulders, her married body arching into his palm even as she hated him. "Your little cvnt is svcking me in," he growled, finger-fvcking her with brutal, wet strokes, his palm slapping her cl!t. "Look at this mess. You're dripping down my hand like a needy slvt. Is this how you save yourself for your husband? This tight, desperate fvckhole?" Ahh-fuck-Adhiraj dont't--!" she screamed, her tight walls clamping down, trying to reject the invasion. "Don't?" He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot that made her see white, his thumb pressing hard circles on her swollen nub. "Your pvssy is begging for my c'ck. Clenching. Weeping. Mine." He leaned in, teeth at her ear. "Cum on my fingers now, you dirty girl. Milk my hand like the c'ck you'll not get until you beg for it." She bit her lip, trying to silence the moans building in her throat, but her body betrayed her completely. Adhiraj crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, his thumb circling her cl!t with brutal precision. "Say it," he commanded, his breath hot against her ear. "Say my name when you cum on my hand like a good little wife." "Aahh-aahh-Adhiraj!"She shattered, wailing his name, her virgin cunt spasming, gushing hot arousal all over his palm as he wrecked her. ............ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark romance featuring possessive characters, obsession, mafia elements, family secrets, morally grey decisions, and intense emotional themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

#Book 1 of rathore's brother series The Rathore brothers rule the underworld with ruthless precision, commanding respect through fear and dominance. Their power is absolute, but their hearts remain locked in cold, impenetrable darkness. Bound by loyalty and blood, each brother brings a unique strength to their reign, making them an unstoppable force feared by them ------------------ She craved love, believing marriage would bring her the warmth she longed for, but her dreams shattered on her wedding night when reality proved colder than she could ever imagine. Who defends the queen when the king, her protector, becomes her persecutor? "Tumhare liye mere paas sirf nafrat, takleef, aur dard hai-aur.. kuch b nahi For him, she is his obsession; for her, he would paint the world in blood, ensuring no one ever dares to come between them. "My love for you will outlast time itself, an endless flame that burns beyond eternity." She never forgives, and he never forgets. When betrayal strikes, they turn into a storm of vengeance. "I will carry this hatred with me, even as my breath fades into the shadows" -------------------- The wives, once innocent, now face their beast-like husbands with quiet strength. Through patience and resilience, they learn to endure and tame the darkness, becoming stronger with each silent battle. The world may see them as fragile, but only they know the true battle fought behind closed doors-the battle between love and survival, between innocence and the beast. The truth of their hearts remains a mystery, hidden behind cold stares and unspoken words. ⚠️"This book is not for the soft-hearted. If you're looking for a gentle read, turn away now. For those brave enough to stay, welcome to a world of passion, pain, and untamed emotions. Proceed at your own risk." -------------------- "While many loves entwine in this story, the heart of it belongs to Meera and Yudhveer."

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

Looking for a Royal Romance Nimmi Singh Rathore)is our beautiful sweet, innocent and bubbly 25 years old girl just like her Mother Subi Nirmaan Singh Rathore and with a little bit of Attitude of her father Nirmaan Singh Rathore. She is life of her mother and whole world to her father. But when life and career comes in between How will she be able to leave her family Behind to move to a new city? Unknown to her, there is a new life waiting for her. Where she will become a tulip of someone's life. Vikram Singh Chandravanshi, who is almost 30, and still not ready to be married even After so much of ear eating of his Nani(Grandma), is a 6'2 tall dark handsome with perfectly toned and lean Muscles with sharp jawline and almond dark brown eyes. His charcoal black hair, that are as dense as a forest, could mesmerise anyone. But he never gave a single look to anyone ever in his life. How will a soul like dark sky ever fall in love with a soul like a cheerful and bright sun with Beautiful flowers . ----- Nimmi was pacing around her new room. She was still in her wedding attire, it was her wedding night and she was super nervous. "Nimbu don't panic relax", she tells herself when a superb idea pops in her head, "pranayama, yes!!", saying she patted her shoulder proudly and jumps on bed taking her position. She starts her breathing exercises taking deep breath in and out with her eyes closed. Vikram entered the room only too see his newly wedded wife doing "yoga?", "is this girl crazy?", he gave a mix of confused, blank and cute expression if that's even possible. Taking a step towards Nimmi he came closer hoovering over her 5.5feet. "And when you come make sure you have enough time, Kyunki Thodi tasalli se tum aana, sukoon se sham-e-awadh guzarni hai."(because come with patience, a glorious evening needs to be spent.), saying in his husky deep voice he took a step back with his hands in pant pockets and winked at her with a smirk. --- #1. Broken soul #1. 2023