"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

My fingers curled into his t-shirt as I kissed him back, matching his intensity, my anger melting into raw emotion. He pulled back just enough for his lips to brush my ear. "If you slap me again..." he murmured darkly, grabbing my jaw, "I'll fuck you until you won't be able to walk. I promise." A shiver raced through me. I cupped his neck. "I hope you're as good at keeping promises as you are at making them." ______ Some men are born into violence. Ekansh Virk was raised by it. Delhi's underworld whispers his name like a prayer and a curse. He is Dhanush Ahlawat's blade - silent, precise, and merciless. No conscience. No weakness. No woman has ever made him feel anything but contempt. Until her. Aayesha Ahlawat. His Boss Dhanush Ahlawat's sister. She wears her defiance like silk, too sharp, too reckless, and infuriatingly untouched by the darkness that owns him. One accidental glance, and his restraint begins to bleed. And when she calls him "brother's slave" with that wicked smile, something inside him snaps. She wants to provoke the Beast but has no idea what she's awakening. "You want to provoke me, princess? Let me show you what happens when a Beast stops pretending to be a man." She makes him want to ruin her in the most exquisite ways, just to remind her who truly owns the dark. Every insult makes him harder. Every challenge tightens the leash around his control until it frays. He imagines her beneath him...not gently, not kindly but claimed. Her wrists pinned, her breath stolen and her sharp mouth finally silenced by his name moaning on her lips. But she is forbidden. And that makes the wanting worse. He's buried men alive. He's watched fire consume everything in its path. But resisting Aayesha is a war he's losing breath by breath, sin by sin. Because some temptations don't just break rules. They burn loyalties to ash. Forbidden Temptations - Beginning of the Sin. (Sins of Temptation Series #1) Where obedience ends. And obsession begins.

🛑Triggering events and detailed description of sex... Kriti Mukherjee who is against arranged marriage getting set up into one with Ayushmaan Chakraborty. How would it turn out to be.. Kriti is ready to begin again. Or at least, that's what she tells herself when her marriage is arranged with Ayushmaan-a man as composed as he is unreadable. But beneath the rituals and rehearsed smiles, both carry pasts that refuse to stay buried. Kriti has already come close to losing herself once. Ayushmaan... he's loved someone no one can name, a shadow that lingers where answers should be. As their lives intertwine, the question isn't whether they can build a future together- it's whether they can survive the truth of who they used to be. Warning.. flashbacks, mentions of dark past. Some triggering incident may be revealed in future.

Book -I Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 ---------- Love - Four letters But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right . Love never existed in Dhruvi's world . Her life was filled with -- Days of tending to wounds of the dark nights Nights of dancing to the tunes of men - drunk , barbaric , violent , unforgiving monsters . She comes from a world where money buys consent and power yields one helpless . Dhruvi Verma was 21 when she realised " Love didn't make the world go round, it was money which did " . So she did the only thing she knew to escape the dirty swamp she was pushed into -"Survive" She made 3 rules - simple but effective Rule 1 - Keep your head down and do your job . Rule 2- Get the money for your services and do not let anyone affect you . Rule 3 - Don't break rule 1&2 until-- she met Him . Adhrit Agnihotri The storm which knocked everything out of balance in Dhruvi's life . She was never supposed to meet him but looks like fate had other plans . When God wrote her love story he didn't script it as romance , rather as the thriller which would Drain her life Dim the shine in her eyes Leave her heart bleeding at his feet But never dead Just breathing Beating enough of life To be claimed by one man. ADHRIT AGNIHOTRI Dhruvi Verma never believed in love But she believed in fate . And oh what horrible fate did she possess -- For her love story was named "A fairytale turned dark " By God himself . --------- BLURB : " What did she choose " he growls heatedly , his eyes never leaving mine. " Interesting choice for someone so put together sir ....A vibrator --- " A vibrator...huh ...we are gonna have a long night Dhruvi ..a very long night" he mutters darkly as he leads me to our spot .

The CEO's Forbidden Babysitter An addictive age-gap, forbidden romance. 18+ only. Steamy, explicit, and unapologetically hot. Lila Reynolds is nineteen, a shy first-year college student, and still a virgin-until the night everything changes. When her father's boss, the powerful and devastatingly handsome CEO Marcus Blackwood, calls in a panic because his nanny bails, Lila steps in to babysit his two young children. What starts as a one-time favor quickly becomes her regular side gig: twice a week in his sprawling luxury home, playing with Liam and Sophie while Marcus works late. At forty-seven, Marcus is everything the boys her age aren't-confident, commanding, experienced, and dangerously attentive. His lingering glances make her pulse race. His low, teasing compliments leave her blushing and breathless. A brush of fingers when he hands her cash. A whispered "You're trouble, princess" that sends heat straight between her thighs. For weeks, the tension simmers: playful flirting, stolen looks, almost-kisses that leave them both aching. Lila tells herself it's harmless. Marcus tells himself he can control it. Until the night the kids fall asleep early, the house is silent, and neither of them can pretend anymore. One heated confession. One slow, careful first time that shatters her innocence forever. One rule broken: she's his now. What follows is raw, addictive passion-stolen moments on the kitchen counter, desperate nights in his bed, risky quickies in his office, whispered dirty promises while the world outside stays oblivious. But secrets like theirs don't stay hidden forever. Her father works for him. The age gap is scandalous. And the deeper they fall, the harder it becomes to walk away. Can a forbidden affair between the powerful CEO and his innocent babysitter survive the fallout... or will it burn them both?

"Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But-" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" • Only one or two rape scene also!

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

#2nd Series of Sherawat "You are my wife and you will do whatever I will say. Now start removing your clothes." He looked at his bride who was standing in front of him without any fear. "Huh...you will do whatever I say, my foot. I am Shivanya Kaur and I never bow in front of anyone. You have married me by forcing me but you can't touch me without my permission." She said with boldness. "Okay, let's see...." Just in a blink he stood up from the couch and before she could react he held her wrist and fell on the bed with her. . . . A girl was running on the streets in a mustard color punjabi bridal attire. She stopped on a road as she was just too tired from running. Soon she felt many lights. She looked up and found herself surrounded by many luxurious cars. Then she looked up at the sky from where a helicopter was landing and a dashing personality came out of it. His personality becomes more royal in his branded three piece suit. "Ab tera kya hoga Shivanya. Baba jii mein pura gurudwara mein langar karwaungi. Bas iss shaitan se bachalo..." She joined her bangle cladded hands together and looked up at the sky. "There's no way to save yourself as I am the only person who is above and in front of you..." A loud muscular voice echoed in her ears. . . . . . Adhyay Singh Sherawat is a name that commands both fear and respect, a business tycoon whose empire stretches across countless industries. Yet, despite the cold, calculating nature that defines him in the business world, there is one thing Adhyay cherishes above all else: his family and his wife 'Shivanya.' Shivanya Gill is the vibrant, Punjabi kudi, with a mischievous spark. A drama queen, with a sharp mind and a heart full of life, she is the complete opposite of Adhyay Singh Sherawat-where he is dark and brooding, she is bright and full of energy. You can also read it standalone. All rights are reserved under @Realest_thinker7.

🔞🔞 Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju