"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

❝𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐞?❞ [ STILL ON HOLD... I KNOW 😭 I'LL FIX THIS AFTER EXAMS ] shubman gill swore he had no time for girls. his world was cricket, practice, and more cricket - leaving no space for romance. mitra joshi swore she didn't need a man. between her novels, her work, and her own stubborn standards, love felt more like fiction than reality. but when family, fate, and one torn shirt button bring them together, neither is ready for just how filmy their story is about to get. Shubman Gill × Mitra Joshi started: 9th august 2025 [ random and slow updates ]

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- The first 13 chapters are here- @sarah_pearbhi "Where am I?" Was the first question Bella Tomlinson asked to herself. She thought enjoying a night without any stress was a good idea until a group of men kidnapped her and it turns into the worst. It was a nightmare, she was in an..... Auction? Hundreds of men were bidding on her. She doesn't know what to do when suddenly....one guy bought her for fifty million dollars. And he was the one and only Pearl Salvatore. One of the most powerful man in the Europe. Pearl was cold, hard and unapologetic. He was known to be ruthless, merciless, and unforgiving. Only his name made everyone tremble in fear. But he didn't only bought her to be his slave. He need something from her....more than a slave could ever give. The more she tried to run away from him, the more he was dead set on turning her world upside down. Because whatever Pearl Salvatore wants, he gets. And he wants her. Willingly or by force. . . . .

A rising star in neurosurgery, Dr. Aashi Verma is brilliant, distant, and fiercely protective of her four-year-old daughter, Anaya. She's built a life of control and silence-one that never speaks of the night that changed everything. India's beloved cricket captain, Shubman Gill, is composed under pressure, adored by millions, and carries a silver pendant he can't explain-only that it once belonged to someone who felt like home. A medical emergency brings them face-to-face five years later. But they don't recognize each other. Not until a scar. A tattoo. And a pendant rewrite everything. What happens when the girl he lost becomes the mother of a child he never knew existed? Her Field, His Pitch is a slow-burn story of missed chances, quiet love, and the unpredictable ways life gives us a second innings. ✅ Genres/Tags: Fanfiction Romance Emotional Drama Celebrity AU Shubhman Gill ICT Cricketers Single Mom Second Chances Slow Burn Indian Character Fate/Memory/Healing

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

Book Two in Broken Series Aryavi Oberoi Once was bubbly and an excited spirit Her family's jaan One incident One blame How can a kid do that? They blamed her, her family, her parents, her own brothers. Once they were her safe place, but they are no longer that now. She's grown up, stronger than ever, even after her family sent her away. She's stronger and powerful. But, she's no longer their Aryavi, she changed. Or betrayal changed her. She no longer runs behind her brother's. She no longer shares her ice cream with her dadu She came back to the same mansion, to the same place where she was blamed, but she was no longer the old kid. She changed for herself and for good. . . Dive into the story lovelies Hope so you enjoy this

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

#1 in Trending🏅 - 28.04.2026-4.05.2026 #7 in Watty 🏅- 30.04.2026 "In the game of cricket, a straight bat is a virtue. In the game of love, the curves are what kill you." Abhishek Sharma 25 yrs old, is the undisputed Golden Boy of Indian Cricket. With a killer left-handed strike and a smile that can melt the internet, he's lived his life by one rule: Play it straight. But when a shocking Anti-Doping scandal hits the headlines, his world isn't just shaken it's leveled. Framed, disgraced, and facing a career-ending ban, Abhishek is forced into the shadows. Enter Ananya Kulkarni. A 25-year-old struggling law graduate from Indore, Ananya is overworked, perpetually annoyed, and has zero interest in cricket. To her, "LBW" sounds like a law firm and "MS Dhoni" is just a guy on a billboard. She's just trying to survive her Sports Law certificate when she lands a high-stakes internship with the BCCI legal wing. Her first assignment? Become Abhishek Sharma's "Legal Shadow." The Mission: Follow him everywhere. Ensure he follows every protocol. Monitor his every move. Most importantly: find out who set him up. As they navigate a maze of locker-room betrayals, private jet secrets, and late-night Indori poha sessions, the professional lines begin to blur. But Ananya is hiding her own scars, and Abhishek is fighting for his life. Can a girl who doesn't believe in fairytales save the boy who is living a nightmare? Or will the scandal take them both down?