The story is based on Sheetal track , Khushi in this story is different from the one in the show and it starts from Basketball match

---mature content(18+)--- "Get on the desk", Asher said. It sounded more like a command. I complied. Walking towards the furnished desk I hoisted myself on the on it, my heart beating erratically. "Now spread your legs kitten. I want to taste you". ........... In which 19 year old of Armelle Vista ends up seducing her 35 year old boss Asher Devin Jones over a summer internship. Highest rating: #1 in Chick-lit (This is a stand-alone novel) Edited by: @kaxeen, @unlady and @nupur92

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮" After a long day Abhimanyu returns back home and straight away goes to his room, only to find Amyra sleeping on his bed only in her underwear. Listening to the door's sound, Amyra covers herself with her hands. "Oh I didn't know you were going to come home so early" she said smirking at him. Abhimanyu walked slowly towards Amyra, his shoes sound only audible in the s*xual atmosphere. He grabbed her cheeks tightly. Her cheeks were squished in his strong, big veiny hands. "You want to be my s*x sl*t, don't you". .................................................................................. TROPES✨ Forced Marriage Age Gap She fell first, He fell harder Mature romance This is a Mafia Romance story where Amyra, a 21 year old girl is forced to get married to a Ruthless Mafia leader Abhimanyu Gupta. This story is all about lust, seduction and dark romance. This is a slow burn story. .................................................................................. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is for mature audiences as it contains smut. Read at your own risk. #2 in India (29/06/25) #1 in Seduction #1 in matureaudience #1 in maturestory #1 in obsessive #1 in fastupdates #1 in marriageproposal #1 in action-romance #1 in marriage-of-convience #2 in top10 India #2 in marriage #2 in hindi #3 in slowburn #10 in India

Varsha Malhotra has everything. Wealth, power, and the perfect mask of control. She's worn control like silk for years; a cold husband, a loveless marriage, and secrets buried beneath her calm. What no one knows is that she's been waiting for the right moment to set her secret in motion. When Kabir enters her house as caretaker, young, strong, and far too steady... he's more than temptation. He's the one piece that could turn her hidden plan into reality. A caretaker to the world, but inside her house? Inside her hands? He could become something else entirely. Her forbidden toy. She craved what was unholy. She was a wife bound by vows. He was the younger sin she couldn't put down. Desire is just the beginning. What follows is darker, dirtier, and in a mansion built on silence, desire won't just be a sin. It will be a weapon. This is not a love story. It's a game of control, lust, power and forbidden lines waiting to be crossed. A tale of dominance and surrender, smoldering tension, and secrets waiting to explode. -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

"𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙞𝙨" "You feel that?" I growled, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. "That's me, love. Deep in your guts, where I belong." My hands gripped her thighs hard, thumbs digging into her flesh as I pounded up into her - relentless, brutal,deliciously dirty. Her head lolled back against the tiles, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. "Ram... oh my god... I-I can't-" "Yes, you can," I snarled. "You're going to take it. Take all of me." I angled my hips, and she screamed, nails clawing into my shoulders. Her ass slapped against me with every movement, the wet sound obscene in the echoing bathroom. Smack. I spanked her mid-thrust, her soft flesh jiggling in my grip. She yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure sending her wild. "This ass..."I growled, spanking her again, "was made to bounce on my cock." She whimpered, completely unraveled. "Ram, you're-insane-ahh, too deep-" "Good. I want you ruined." I leaned close, voice a filthy whisper in her ear. "I want my cum dripping out of you when you walk." "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨-𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙨" She was a doctor who saved lives. He was a mafia who took lives. He was war. She was peace. He was battle, She was surrender. He was sin, She was redemption. He was the risk, She was the reward.

She was 25, married, and aching for more than what her husband could ever give. He was 55, forbidden, and everything she was told to stay away from. Tara's marriage was picture-perfect on the outside. But behind closed doors, she craved something darker, deeper... rougher. Something her husband would never dare give. Then came Harshvardhan, her father-in-law's best friend. Twice her age. Married. Dominant. Dangerous. And utterly intoxicating. What started as stolen glances and inappropriate thoughts spiraled into secret touches, whispered filth, and nights that left her trembling. He knew he shouldn't want her. She knew it was wrong. But pain had never felt so good. And pleasure had never tasted so forbidden. This is a story of lust, obsession, and betrayal. #1 extramarital #1 daughter-in-law #1 indianerotica #1 indiansmut #1 illicit #1 adult fiction #1 adult themes -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

To all who wanted morally grey Arnav and his cooperative Khushi

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this." She whispered as her lips crashed down on his. Hearing her say those words nearly made him cum in his boxer briefs. He'd had so many beautiful, sexy women, but Cyra turned him on more than any of them. There were a hundred reasons why he shouldn't be doing exactly what he was doing and yet it felt so perfectly right. Logan tried to let Cyra control the speed that they were going as he continued to kiss her passionately. He didn't want to take things too fast. But she was rubbing her tight little pussy back and forth across his cock, and although there were three layers of fabric between them, she was doing it in such a way that made it impossible for him to think of anything else. His hands gripped her waist, as he took a slow, deep breath. Fuck if she didn't stop he was going to bend her over the table and fuck her right there and he was trying to take things slow with her. Or relatively slow. If she'd been his new personal assistant she already would have been on her knees sucking him off. ------ When Cyra goes to work for the business that her father owns with his business partner, who happens to be her boyfriend's father, she thinks she's in for the most boring summer before college ever. But then the one man she shouldn't look twice at catches her eye and she realizes that she's caught his as well, and the summer gets hotter than she ever expected it to be. ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18⚠️

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦? My ass barely perched on the edge of a desk in this casting studio. My back was arched, my legs bent up to my stomach, my body covered in small droplets of sweat, small whimpers left my mouth as nine inches of pure bliss were balls deep inside me. He was thrusting hard like his life depended on it. Or maybe it did, because he was close. There were only two other people in the room. A camera man and another man sitting on the office chair behind this desk looking at the scene infront of him with interest. He held my fate in his hands tonight. "Come for me, baby." The one fucking me said in a deep yet strained voice. I heard movement in the chair and someone ran his hands in my damp hair and lightly tucked them back. My amber eyes met his green ones. My eyes rolled back as I came. His smirk told me he knew who I came for.