Leticia Lovelace believed in patience. She believed in promises. Most of all, she believed in the man who swore he would wait forever. For five years she endured miscarriages, IVF cycles, injections, and heartbreak-while her billionaire husband Victor Diaz held her hand in every waiting room and promised she wasn't broken. He lied. On their fifth anniversary, Leticia receives a message from the one person she trusted almost as much as her husband: her younger sister, Eva. The photo shows a newborn baby. Victor's baby. Leticia doesn't scream. She doesn't cause a scene. She walks away and erases her husband with surgical precision. Within days the scandal destroys Victor's reputation. But Leticia doesn't stay to watch him fall. She disappears. Months later, far from the wreckage of her old life, Leticia discovers something impossible-she's pregnant. The miracle she prayed for. And the one man who will never know about it... is the child's father. Until fate forces them into the same waiting room. Now the truth is unavoidable. But this isn't a love story about forgiveness. It's a story about consequences. Because some betrayals break more than hearts. They change who you become.

"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are." "I'm a good girl?" I whispered. He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" My eyes glistened with his reflection. "I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll be mean about it." "How can you prove it to me...?" I asked him. He smirked. "Ahh, you're too innocent for your own good. Do you even recognize what I'm doing right now?" My eyes glittered. He smiled wickedly. "This." I gasped when something slid into a spot that had been left cold for years, catching the comforter to try to hold something as he started torturing me. "What did I say?" he responded, smiling up as I tried to breathe. "What did I say?" "Take it like a good girl," I responded. "Are you a good girl?" he asked me. I nodded numbly, trying to keep my composure. His eyes darkened with mischief. "Then prove it." When a girl who's secretly naughty meets a boy who's outwardly bad. And he knows what she does every night before bed. A somewhat slow burn mafia romance where a girl meets a mysterious savior who stands outside her window, covered in shadows. He vowed to protect her from the serial killer who'd been killing everyone she loved, and he didn't care how nervous she was around him. They belonged together. When a secret submissive meets her dominant soulmate. Things start to unfold. (Obsession is part of the Mafia Realm, but is not part of a series)

#1 ranking in cousin [18-01-2019] #1 ranking in doctor [20-02-2019] #1 ranking in Indian [26-02-2019] #1 ranking in relatives [29-03-2019] #1 ranking in Tamil [06-04-2019] Hi Friends This is My First story please do support. This story is about two tamil family lives in Coimbatore.And the story mainly focus on Karthik Krishnan 28 year old police officer and Ishwarya ram 24 year old medical student. They are family friends and cousins let's see what happens. let's peep into the story to know more. P.S. please do support by voting, sharing, read my book and please do comment to correct my mistake. And please do not copy my book, read and enjoy.

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

(#2 of 'Thakur Brother's' series) "Who bring you here?" He questioned in deep husky voice, I shivered again unknowingly, my tears falling down like a river. His gaze dipping into my soul, I couldn't hold his intense gaze and lowered my lashes. "Did you can't hear?" He said, in little bit loud voice, I tightly shut my eyes squeezing them, I want to tell him everything. How I bought up here, what happened with me but I can't able to utter a single word thinking about there threats. I hide my face pressing on my thighs, I placed my right hand on my mouth to control myself for crying out infront of him. "Can you tell me everything?" I slowly lifted my head just a bit, slightly opening my tearing lashes to looked at him, his expression were completely blank and expressionless. I pressed my lips and try to gather some courage to atleast speak a word, I opened my trembling lips. "I-I don't know-w, who-o are they," Somehow I managed to say trying to control my outburst, his eyebrows thinned in a line. I'm trying to control myself but when I saw his expression getting changed, I pressed my body backward, seeing him taking steps towards me. "Did someone make you unconscious," He questioned in most deep and dangerous voice I ever heard before, I gulped nervously. I bit my lower lips I couldn't help my tears were not stopping from flowing from my eyes, being confused and afraid. I keep looking at him, tightly clutching on the fabric over my chest, he eyebrows thinned in line. "I ask you something, did you hear me?" He said gritting his teeth, I tightly pressed my thighs on my chest looking at his scary face expression. He clutched his jaw, I feel I will die just feeling his intense glare on my face, I bit my inner cheeks harshly. "REMOVE YOUR SAREE," My life shattered into tiny fragments, just like a broken mirror. Do I ever have a peaceful life? Copyright ©️ 2024 Warning : The story contains mature content

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Rudra..." she breathed, her voice trembling with shame and longing. "This is... wrong." He lifted his head, eyes burning with something fierce. "No," he whispered against her skin, "not when I've already chosen you as my wife." His hand slid down her waist, possessive but tender. "Not when I will stand with you in front of fire and vows." Her heart stuttered painfully, her throat tightening with truth she could no longer deny. "But... until then..." He silenced her again with a kiss-this one deeper, intoxicating, leaving her breathless. "Until then," he murmured against her lips, "let me love you." She closed her eyes, her resistance dissolving like sugar in warmth. And she let him. Let the man who wasn't her husband... but would be, soon... show her what it meant to be wanted, cherished, worshipped. Perhaps the biggest mistake of dilan Malik... Is believing his love for her.. Oblivious that this very love and night will haunt her forever... ...