I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

| BOOK 1 of ' Eternal love series'.| | STANDALONE | DARK ROMANCE | LOVE MARRIAGE | PAST TRAUMA | MATURE CONTENT | SLOW BURN | 18+ | -------------------------------------------------------------- She is a fierce, strong, unstoppable woman, ruling an empire worth billions and commanding hundreds of firms. Caught in the battle between her heart and mind for ages. He is a quiet, calm, observant man-from a background where money is worth nothing compared to family. ------------------------------------------------------------- 'Her presence was the only thing his heart ever desired.' 'He was the home to her unsettled mind and calmness of her racing heart.' ------------------------------------------------------------- "She was strong, fierce, but broken, thinking love isn't for her... until he shows up." ------------------------------------------------------------- He is her calmness, She is his comfort. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Created by God." "Planned by destiny." 💓 ------------------------------------------------------------ • No Cheating. • No Love triangle. • No Other Woman/Man. • Just two souls devoted to each other. • Just two lovers bounded by the thread of destiny.' ------------------------------------------------------------ Starting: 10 August 2025. Ending: -------------------------------------------------------------- All rights reserved to @Eraverse_

A billionaire finds himself dangerously obsessed with the scent of Anika's skin, making it his greatest addiction. Driven by a desperate situation, Anika is forced to accept a man twice her age as her Sugar Daddy.

"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

She went to Russia searching for freedom. Instead, she lost her memories. Now trapped inside the mansion of a dangerously powerful man who claims she's his wife, Aakansha is forced to live a life she doesn't remember belonging to. The world believes she's dead. Her family mourns her. And the only person standing beside her is the man her brother would burn the world to destroy. Zaydreyn is manipulative, possessive, and far too calm for a man hiding this many secrets. But the more Aakansha's memories begin returning, the clearer one thing becomes- He didn't just save her after the accident. He made sure nobody could take her away again. ☾༻༒༺༒༻༒༺☽ Zaydreyn Dragunov, a 32-year-old half-Russian, half-Indian businessman, is known to the world as Russia's untouchable billionaire-but beneath the expensive suits and dangerous calm lies a man feared by the underworld itself. Cold, manipulative, and obsessively possessive, he always gets what he wants. And this time, what he wants is her. Aakansha Chandravanshi, a 27-year-old assassin born into one of India's most powerful mafia families, has spent her entire life trapped between danger, expectations, and control. Bold, sharp-tongued, and dangerously fearless, she was trained to survive every threat thrown her way-except the man who turned her lost memories into his most dangerous claim. ☾༻༒༺༒༻༒༺☽ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 2026-05-19

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

"You." her heart starts beating in ribcage like she had run a marathon, tounge were tied ,throat feels like desert like dry , mouth lost saliva ,pupils were dilated, toes are curling inwards ,palms were sweating ,loosing it's warmth & turning cold.A drop of warm salty liquid travel from her forhead to cheek. " What are you doing here ?" "I came to take you to the home." He said very calmly. "I am not going anywhere. My home is here where I am today , and I won't go anywhere . That home ,that chapter is closed long ago ,I won't let you open it again, " she mustered courage to stand up against him .She won't let him destroy what she has weaved with patience, hard work, and resilience. "That chapter is open ended, it will close when I wish ,how I wish . You are coming back with me, Smita, and I'll make sure to remind each and every detail of that chapter. " his words have finality as if he had sealed her future once again.His six feet tall figure towered to intimidate her, but she won't give in to his demands. "I won't go with you ,do whatever you want, but I won't go with you, Akshay.Never again,"she folds her hand near her below her breast, ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her little heaven. Abandoned wife is a raw , atmospheric love story set between the chaos of stardom and the stillness of mountain air. A tale of power, redemption, trauma, and the aching question: What happens when a man is loved only when he conquers-and a woman only when she yields