Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai. Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai. Ye kahani hai... Ek aise ishq ki... Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa... Sab kuch daav par laga diya. Uske naam japte-japte... Main Thakur se jogi bana. Jogi se deewana. Aur deewane se bhakt. Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya. Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki. Par kaun samjhega... Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi... Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi. Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi... Ek aise deewane ki hai... Jiska ishq itna gehra tha... Ki na bhagwan mita sake... Na insaan. Thakur Vanraj Singh. Ek naam. Ek darr. Aur ek aisa ishq... Jo ibadat ban gaya. Yati × Vanraj Her devotee × His devotion

Jungkook looked at her with a teasing smile. "Everyone congratulated me except my wife," he said. "Is that how you treat your husband?" Kneel down and satisfy me. YN looked away, hurt. "Not now, Jungkook. Please." His expression darkened slightly. "Every time, something comes up," he said, annoyed. She looked at him quietly, wishing he understood that she wasn't ignoring him. She was already hurt, and his words only made it worse. Jungkook sighed and turned away. "Fine. Sleep now." He closed his eyes, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the ache in her heart.

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Redemption was never the plan. God forgives, the devil doesn't. Anastasia Romanova took her vows to escape the sins of her bloodline. Obedience over desire, silence over truth, God over family. Returning to Moscow for her mother's funeral is a penance she never asked for. The churchyard is heavy with snow, old ghosts, and the family that never wanted her. She intends to pray, mourn from a distance, and leave untouched. Then she meets him. Cold-eyed. Watchful. A man who carries violence as calmly as others carry faith. A man who looks at Ana not as a nun, not as a daughter, but as something already claimed. Kayne is her sister's brother-in-law. A stranger with too much power and too much interest in her quiet suffering. He does not tempt her with words. He unsettles her with certainty. With the knowledge that vows can fracture, and devotion can rot into obsession. As grief dredges up buried truths and family secrets bleed into the open, Ana finds herself standing at the edge of everything she has denied: desire, rage, and a hunger that prayer cannot silence. Some sins are committed in secret. Others are carved into the soul. And forgiveness may be the most dangerous lie of all. When the devil decides to make the angel his, no one can stop him, not even God.

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

#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.)

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. ✦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 ✦ 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂. 𝘈 28-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘌𝘖? 𝑵𝒐. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢? 𝘈 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒏𝒐. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥? 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.