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Threads We Shouldn't Have Touched 18+ by _i_q_100
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In a college where friendships blur into feelings, three couples find their lives quietly entangled in ways none of them expected. What begins as simple attraction soon turns into a complicated web of love, loyalty, jealousy, and choices that can't be undone. As secrets slowly surface and boundaries start to fade, each character is forced to question what they truly want-and what they are willing to lose for it. Some connections are meant to last, others are destined to break... but in this story, every choice leaves a mark on all three couples. Because in the end, love isn't just about finding the right person-it's about surviving the threads you were never supposed to touch.
Threads of Karma by _i_q_100
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In a world where love is never accidental and every connection is stitched by unseen forces, five lives collide in a storm of obsession, betrayal, and supernatural fate. At a mysterious university hidden between ancient ruins and modern chaos, Vartika begins to experience visions of lives she never lived-yet somehow remembers too well. Advait, calm and dangerously perceptive, seems to know more about her destiny than he admits. Shaurya carries a darkness that bends reality around him, as if emotions themselves obey his will. Kairana, radiant but unpredictable, is drawn into a bond she cannot explain with Daksh, whose presence feels like a curse wrapped in protection. Meanwhile, hidden forces begin to tighten the threads between these couples-threads that were never meant to be tangled. As love deepens, so does the danger. Every emotion awakens something older than time itself, something that feeds on desire, pain, and karmic debt. Soon, the question is not who loves whom-but who survives whom when destiny finally demands repayment. Because in this story... every heartbeat is a consequence.
Given as Gift [Trilogy #2] (Aadheesh And Aamira)  by Rachayetria
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SEQUEL BOOK (Short Story) Aamira (RAJSHRI) Raajnandan is a girl who was given as a gift, as a replacement for a ruthless man. How do you think her life will take turns? And when that man is allergic to love. How will he engulf the emotions he have started to feel for her? The pain and the happiness, the delicate and the ruthless! How will this story take turns? See what's ahead of us...
Given as gift. [Trilogy #1] (The war of politics and love BOOK 1)[UNDER EDITING] by Rachayetria
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A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.
Ruthless Politician by Itsmystories
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"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."
Forbidden Desire  by BlueberryBlush__
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𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Y-you..." The word died on my tongue. I froze, my muscles turning to absolute stone as my lungs struggled to draw air. This was a nightmare. The walls I had spent months building to hide our tracks collapsed in a heartbeat. How did he find us? My body violently flinched when Elliott laughed. It was a deep, low baritone that vibrated through the floorboards of the plane and struck a chord of primal terror in my chest. My back collided with Levi's chest behind me as I stumbled back. It was over. The realisation made my blood turn to ice. He had found me and I was entirely at his mercy now. "I am deeply wounded by your reaction, my love. Truly, why are you so afraid?" Elliott uncoiled from his seat with a slow, predatory grace. He stood at his full, imposing height, casually smoothing the lapels of his charcoal black suit. An amused half-smile played on his lips that didn't reach the absolute void of his emerald eyes. "I haven't even started with you yet." He murmured, his voice dropping into a dark warning as he stepped out from behind the seat, closing the distance between us. "Save those pretty tears for later, hm? You are going to need them." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billiona
S̶A̶V̶E̶ ̶M̶E̶ [Jᵉᵒⁿ JᵘⁿᵍKᵒᵒᵏ ]  by purple__gray99
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"Mama please pick up the phone , mama please , he will be here mama I'm scared, please pick up " "Are you trying to call someone Jagiya "
Nayantara : His Runaway Bride  by kathakarya
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Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state. Shekhawat is one the most rich family across the state. There was a time when they hold the power and money both. But right now their power is diminished and money is vacant. They are drowing in debt. Rathore is a most powerful royal family in the state, who are ruling more than half of state currently. They are one of the most respected and elite family among royals. They have their own army of goons which has been hide for the commoners. People see them as public servants but no one knows the reality behind the mask. Thakur is the one of the most powerful family but rule is not in their control. They struggling to get in rule. They do have their army but difference is people know abou it. Everyone knows how evil and dark this family is. But Thakur's can do nothing untill they get in rule. This is series of 'War of Love and Rivalry'. The struggle of two sisters who fate got tied to two men. One's has no option to accept her fate and second's fate has betrayed her. Two men who belongs to different family but their goel is same is to defeat one another in this war.
𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙞𝙡  by _Authorxdarkk_
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The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?
Yours Forcefully by romanticcrazyone
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She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.