when a single mother gets in sight of cruel mafia what happens and she running with many secrets with her daughter. RUHANIKA SHARMA is 23 years old and her daughter maya is 5 years old, running from cities to cities with her daughter but why and from whom... LUCIANO MORETTI is 33 years old and Italian mafia, came to India to deal with something by himself not letting his mens to handle it but why.... TO KNOW DIVE INTO THE STORY.

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

Jeonseong University's elite world is ruled by wealth, legacy, and the untouchable Seven until a scholarship girl steps into their orbit and refuses to bow to any of them.

"I want you to cum", Jimin murmured into your pussy, the vibrations sending more sensations to your core. You shook your head no, not wanting to lose in this dare nor come undone in front of everyone. Jimin, on the other hand, was determined to have you writhing because of him, so he sped up. "F-fuck! Fuck!", you cried as he rolled his tongue over your clit. 『↠ ❁ ↞』 What happens when you become BTS's all-around girl? Could you meet all of their demands? Could you satisfy all of their needs? Whole BTS x Reader ❌WARNING!!!! ❌ This book will contain a whole lot of swearing and sexual content. Amazing cover made by @SUGAHOBIC

𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 || 𝟏𝟖+ ​"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧?" One sister fled. The other paid the price. ​Eighteen-year-old Nitya Kulkarni is a dreamer, a poet, and a quiet rebel with a secret she hides beneath her traditional sarees. She thought her life in Vikaspur was predictable-until the night her elder sister vanished, leaving an empty wedding mandap and a family's honor in tatters. ​Advait Dhananjay didn't come back from Australia to become a villain. At 6'4", with deep blue eyes and a heart hardened by his family's orthodox demands, he wanted a life of his own choosing. But when his bride runs, Advait doesn't plead-he acts. To save face and satisfy his grandmother's iron-clad rules, he claims the only girl left. ​Now, Nitya is trapped in the shadows of the Grandhaveli, tied to a man who is a stranger in his own home. He is cold, looming, and resentful; she is terrified, heartbroken, and forced to grow up overnight. ​In a house governed by ancient rules, can a forced vow ever turn into a choice? Or will Nitya's voice-and her shayari-be lost forever in the silence of a marriage she never asked for? 🌸 TROPES: Replaced Bride Grumpy x Sunshine Forced Proximity Orthodox Mature Content 🔞 🌸 Author's Note- To know better about Nitya and Advait read the story, because its not about smut, but Erotica and Lessons we all should learn from their journey. 🌸 #3 replacedbride

One drunken night tied her to the most feared mafia king. Now she's carrying his child - and he refuses to let her go.

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.