He was her strict professor. She was the student who always tolerated his anger. Until one day, his words hurt her enough to make her stop talking. No arguments. No smiles. Just silence. And suddenly, Raghav realized he missed the girl he never thought he'd care about. Sometimes, silence says what words never could. 🥀 .........🖤

Rohan Kapoor (32): The male protagonist. Charismatic, intelligent, but consumed by a burning desire for revenge. He lost everything - his parents, his family business, his childhood home - due to the deceit and negligence of the Sharma family. He has meticulously planned his vengeance for years, presenting a perfect facade to the world. He believes the Sharmas deserve to suffer as much as he did. His methods range from psychological manipulation to calculated physical and emotional abuse, seeing Aisha only as a tool. Aisha Sharma (22): The female protagonist. Sweet, gentle, naive, and deeply traditional. She has led a sheltered life, compliant to her parents' wishes. She believes in love, loyalty, and the sanctity of marriage. Unaware of her family's past misdeeds, she walks into the marriage with an open heart, seeing Rohan as her destiny. Her innocence will be systematically shattered.

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

She was the innocent daughter of his greatest rival. He was a ruthless MLA who married her for one reason-revenge. Rayan Rajvansh never wanted a wife. He wanted her father's empire. Varnika Bhardwaj never imagined that the man she'd be forced to call her husband would become her greatest nightmare. He hated her surname. She couldn't even speak her truth. But when revenge turns into obsession, can the man who broke her become the one who protects her?

Bound series #2 A marriage of convenience | cold hearted | shattered soul | abandoned baby | orphan girl Single father × mute girl

Rankings TOP 6 IN INDIA (06/08/26) TOP 3 IN INDIA (07/08/26) TOP 2 IN INDIA (08/08/26) TOP 1 IN INDIA (08/08/26) Vidyut Singhania - Cold. Calculative. Ruthless. A man who stays away from his own family because he believes they betrayed him. He trusts no one, believes every relationship is built on lies, and has convinced himself that love is nothing but another deception. Behind his emotionless eyes lies a heart that has forgotten how to feel. Meera Singh - Kind. Gentle. A ray of sunshine who has already lost everything-her family, her dreams, and the people she loved the most. Yet, she keeps smiling for one reason alone: her late brother's little daughter, Advika Singh, whom she is raising as her own. Advika is not just her responsibility; she is her entire world and the reason she chooses to live every single day. One heart is drowning in darkness. The other refuses to stop shining. Will Meera be able to enter Vidyut's frozen world? Will she and little Advika become a part of his life? Or will the wounds of the past keep their hearts apart forever?

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

The fire crackled, sacred chants filling the air as two couples sat before the holy flames-bound not by love, but by fate's cruel twist. Sivkami's breath hitched as Aadhiran Varman applied sindoor to her forehead-her uncle by relation, now her husband by destiny. He didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. For him, duty came before everything. Across from them, Ira's fingers trembled in Rudran's grasp. Her freind. Now her husband. But there was no playfulness in his eyes, only something dark and unreadable. The wrong vows. The wrong partners. And no way to undo what was done. Will love bloom in the ruins, or will the past consume them all? Mature scenes. So read on your own risk. All copyright reserve to me. #3 in INTENSE -12/09/25 # 2 in TWO COUPLE -12/09/25 # 1 in TWO COUPLE -15/10/25

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle. Warning'*s⚠️ #18+ #Mature language #Abusive language #College lovestory #Happy ending #Dark romance

A sex addicted Sarpanch. An innocent maid. And an obsession neither of them saw coming. What'll happen when the Sarpanch of villages, who's known for his anger issues, cold aura and womaniser nature obsesses over an innocent maid of his haveli? Dive into this novel to know. Join with me on journey of Adhivrit and Sukoon and let's live in the world of my imagination. Imagination meri beyond the imagination hai to thoda sambhal ke haan. ••••••••••••••••• A Mature rated novel which contains explicit intimacy, adult content, abusive and vulgar language and dark sexual theme. Some sort of "chutiyapa" too. Don't continue if you can't tolerate a toxic, obsessive, dominant and a non - virgin male lead. Or if you're not fond of reading submissive/vulnerable female leads. Proceed at your own risk. •As english isn't my first language, there would be lots of grammatical mistakes (ofcourse you know, right?). Feel free to point them out but without making fun of me (nahin to mai rone lagungi). •Hindi dialogues would appear without English translation (bina hindi ke feel nahi ayega. Don't worry I won't write "shakkar pita shree" for *sugar daddy*). °°°°°° Thank you for choosing this book. And best of the luck ise jhelne ke liye. (Gaali mat dena, kyunki naajuk kali hun main).