A quick peak into the love life of Shilpa and Milan❤️ 🔞❤️

TROOPS CM X DOCTOR CHILDHOODBESTFRIENDS SINGLE MOTHER SUNSHINE X GRUMPY STRANGER TO LOVER OBSESSED MALE LEAD 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Him- "𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃 𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒊, 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆- '𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒂'" Her- "𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒔𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂... 𝒂𝒃 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒍𝒊." Them- "𝑱𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒉 𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊, 𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒉 𝒌𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂." "𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 '𝒎𝒂𝒏-𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓' 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆" ------------------------------ A 23-year-old girl, Misandrist, fierce as a tempest, vows to shatter society's chains-gender norms, marriage traps, the illusion of love. But secrets slither in the dark, and trust cuts deeper than any knife. Her ambition carves empires, her heart a fortress-until a shadowed force, raw and relentless, claims her soul. Him. This isn't love. It's a war of obsession, where women rise to rule and men must match their fire. Devotion here is a vow, desire a weapon, truth a blaze. Obsession?-Everything. Dive into a saga of rebellion, passion, and twists that'll sear your heart. Warning: Mature themes-intense romance, Dark romance, betrayal, and untamed desire. My writing isn't here to criticize other religions or point out mine. It's just the way I want it to be written. I respect each and every person and their beliefs. Please ignore if you don't want

Betrayal never stays buried. Despite the depth of the hole it has buried into, it crawls through the bloodlines- starving, festering. It slowly spreads through the heritage like a plague- poisoning and rotting whatever comes in its way. Decades ago, empires fell due to the same illness. Families burned to ash, blood spilled onto the road as dynasties came crashing down. What was supposed to be a tie of blood, was cut down with the dagger of treachery and greed. But the past isn't dead, it's patient. It remembers. Jiya protects her heart of gold with the steel of bitterness. Soft where she chooses, steel everywhere else. Trusts too easily for some, not nearly enough for others. One wrong glance and she could bleed. Or bend knees. Diya was chaos wrapped in control. Harsh, sharp and untouchable to other. The poison of heritage amused her like some clown in the circus. But for the few she loves, she breaks herself open willingly. Nikola's intelligence is a weapon, His patience a trap. Viransh's charm is guillotine. They don't chase, they trap. They don't lie, they bend the reality on their wills, carving their chosen words into the depth of your mind. Every silence is a strategy and every glance a warning. From ruins, they rose. Bratva. Cartel. Power rebuilt darker and lethal than before. They lost as a dynasty and rose as reign of carnage. Now the past is clawing into the present. Unknown empires washing up to the shore like corpses floating loosely around the sea. Loyalties are fractured and past is questioned. Hearts are crushed down by the weight of treachery and hate. Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes away untouched- love, innocence and trust. Blood will stain hands, desire and betrayal would carve itself into everyone's heart. And by the time this gamble would end, only the cunning minds and strongest hearts would remain with their blood-stained hands and carnage carved into their bones.