He was the boy next door. The one who shattered my window with a cricket ball. The boy who watched me study from his bedroom window. My best friend. My first kiss. My first love. The boy who promised me forever and then disappeared without saying goodbye. For three years, I searched for Aditya Wadhwa. I wondered if he was hurt. If he was even alive. Until I finally accepted the possibility that hurt more than death. Maybe he had left me. So I rebuilt myself into someone who could live without him. Until one day, on a crowded Delhi street, I saw him. For a second, my eyes met those familiar brown orbs but then his gaze turned to stone. And he drove away.

𑣲𝐀 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○●

Nitya Agarwal: She is a beautiful, kind, soft hearted girl who owns a bakery in mumbai. She doesn't share good relationship with her family and craves love as she didn't got that since her childhood. She doesn't know that her father is a gangster and when her father gets in a debt with a mafia boss she was forced into a contract marriage with arjun. Arjun Shekhawat: He is handsome, ruthless and arrogant man who is the boss of the most feared indian mafia group. He doesn't believes in love and marriage concept but when he was given a choice to either marry some girl or left his position as a mafia leader. When he meets nitya he decides to marry her so that her father and his own problem is solved. Let's join them in their journey of love and heartbreak. To know whether they will have their happy ending or not read the story!! WILL CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! Book 2: Yours Series Cam be read as a stand alone book.

She was a virgin Prostitute, auctioned to the highest bidder. He was a ruthless Mafia King who hated women. When Samraag Ahelawat bought Anshi Mittal, she thought she had escaped a world of monsters-only to be claimed by the greatest one of all. Bound by a one-year contract, there are no promises, no mercy, and no life beyond his reach. She exists for one purpose: to serve, to be filled, and to be consumed. But as the contract nears its end, the question remains: Will she ever truly walk away-or are some cages impossible to leave?

He committed the sin. She became the consequence. Dr. Eklavya RaJvansh is a man of control-flawless reputation, steady hands... and a past no one dares to uncover. Anaya Verdan married him for his mother, never knowing the truth tied to him... a truth that would destroy everything she believed. Their marriage was never meant to be love. Just unspoken boundaries, forced distance, and a silence that suffocated them both. "Haq hai tumpe...pati hu tumhari." "Dr. Raivansh... haq unpar jataya jata hai jo apna ho." "Aur main toh sirf aapki zimmedari hoon... hai na?" "Biwi ho tum meri!" "Toh do mahine tak iss 'biwi' ki yaad nahi aayi?" But the cracks in their fragile arrangement run deeper than either of them know. Until the day she finds the file. A date. A night. A name at the bottom. The same night that destroyed her life. Because some truths don't just break you-they ruin you. And suddenly, the man who holds her when she can't sleep... is the reason she couldn't sleep for eleven years. His sin. Her heartbreak. Their ruin.

He could put a bullet through a man's head without blinking. He left no enemies of his alive , until it was her . A forced marriage built on hatred and possession . Then came pankhuri . She was never supposed to wear his sindur , But became his Jaana . Then an obsession neither of them had the sense to call love. Abhimanyu memorised her breath , and Began devouring her . Until - She had no soul to fight against him . She became captive of his ruin . He became her only salvation . What began as contract , slowly became his redemption . What they thought was a happy ending , Changed their life . His brother. His blood. And his brother's murder . The woman he loved was the same enemy he had planned to kill . He doesn't stop loving her. He simply starts hating her with the same intensity. And that is far worse. While he tears apart the woman apart . She discovered a secret , her parents death . Something that haunted her through her life And a man which she wanted to share her pain with , Was the same man who watched them die . The deeper they go, the less anything makes sense. Why their families? Why him ? Why them? And why does every road eventually lead back to the same buried darkness? There are no clean hands in this story. Only people carrying secrets they don't know they're carrying. Love turns into obsession. Obsession turns into hatred . And hatred refuses to kill what love left behind. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing about loving someone isn't that they can destroy you. It's that even after they do, you still want them. Will Abhimanyu destroy her for something she never did ? Will she forgive him ? Or , worse it was all her plan since the beginning ? Somewhere between the darkness little pankhuri and Abhimanyu waited for each other , in each lifetime before they had forgot About each other . Some stories start with love , theirs end with hate . Is it love or destruction ?

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

"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.

In the mist-covered hills of Ooty, buried secrets refuse to stay hidden. When forgotten pasts begin connecting their dots, Unnati Sharma finds herself entangled with the dangerously unreadable Vedansh Kumar Verma, A man whose obsession was never ordinary. she never understood what kind of past connected her to the powerful businessman-turned-politician Vedansh Kumar Verma, nor why every hidden truth somehow led back to him. But before she could uncover the answers, he had already dragged her forcefully into his life, possessive, unreadable, and terrifyingly devoted. His obsession for her was lethal, the kind that blurred the line between protection and possession. "Feral yearning," he had once told her quietly, And perhaps, what frightened Unnati the most was realizing that whatever existed between them had never truly begun from tge day they met.. it was decided from decades...maybe long ago when they hadn't even born... Past connected to her present.. the Past that haunts her the most ..