She laughed with someone else- and his entire world snapped. He didn't speak. just walked over, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her back into him. "you're cute when you forgot who you belong to,"he murmured. Then his teeth brushed her neck. "and even cuter when i remind you." MEERA GUPTA is trouble packed with clumsiness and scars- a girl raised in middle class family with big dreams. she is extrovert IF U KNOW HER , blunt and funny........ but extremely sensitive to touches. and here's our VIVAAN RAGHUVANSHI- CEO of raghuvanshi group of industries-rude, cold, allergic to touches. He doesn't speak much but when he does its just hell on earth. obsessed with her..... ..........not made for marriage. yet he wants her in his life at any cost. Their marriage happened at the cost of her dreams. she hates him for ruining her dreams....... but stupid heart says otherwise.... A slow burn romance between two strangers bound by destiny never by choice. ^_____^

#1 book of Alluring love series ⋆*:..｡o○○o｡..:*⋆ "Why the fuck you let him touch you!!!"he growled while punching the wall behind me 'I am so scared right now what if he hit me like my father did to my mother or what if he tried to hurt me more then him or what if he-' he cutted me "Answer! why you let him touch you?"he said while taking heavy breath to try to control his anger "H...he ju...just tucked m..my hair stands b...behind my ea...ear"I said while trying not to cry he came closer very very close his hands were on wall and he bend lower to match my height. Right now his face is so close to mine that our breathes were mixing and I clutched my hands on my saree "No! he didn't 'just' tucked you hair stands, that is too much he is not allowed to do that actually no one is allowed to that except me. no one is allowed to do this" he said and slid his hands on my bare waist I shivered "no one is allowed to do this" he said and peck my neck I am feeling fire on my skin again he came closer to my ear "and he didn't just tucked you hair stands but he also touch your fingers for fucking whole 47 seconds" he said intentionally touching his lips on my ear ______________________________________________ ISHIKA SHARMA (22y/o, 5'2height) She was very talkative like people have to told her to shut her mouth, carefree, childish, had anger issues, and extrovert but this all she was but now she talks so less, careful, mature, have trust issues and introvert but why!? YUVRAJ SINGH YADHUVANSHI (27y/o, 6'2height) he hate noise he don't talk much he try not to speak even if it's important,cold,rude and bossy but a total different person with her but why? Read this book to know the story of them atleast read 10 chapters then decide. ♡°Tropes:~°♡ -Arrange Marriage -Age gap -grumpy x sunhine -MML is obsessed with MFL with a capital 'O'

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.

"Lea... leave me" I stuttered taking a step back. "How can I leave you?" he said coming closer to me. "You li..lied to me," I said continued taking a step back. Fearing this man who was standing in front of me. "Amna.. love, don't do this... Come here" he said softly. But I shook my head. "You are a monster" I whisper and hit my back with the wall. He stood in front of me. "I'm your husband," he said as matter of fact. "Your not the one whom I loved and married," I said and put my hands on his chest to make some distance. "We should talk about this in the morning.." He paused and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. "Now shall we continue what we started before I had to leave," he said with a smirk. Coming closer to my face. "Don't touch me" I hissed and he held me tightly. "Today our wedding night love, and you have no idea how much I longed for this day.. so no one can stop me now," he said and crashed his lips on me. I can't believe I love this man. No! I didn't love this man. I love my Armaan. Who was a kind and loving caring person. But this man was a cruel heartless man. And I hate him. He moved back and look at me angrily. "My love.. you have to respond," he said angrily. Unzipping my dress. *********** Amna Kareem a beautiful bubbly confident 21 years old girl. Her parents and her brothers love her way too much. She is the princess of their house. Doll made with glasses. She hated violence. Armaan Akbar. A 26 years criminal secret mafia boss. Everyone knows and fears him to the core by his name but no one sees his face as the mafia. He lives away from his family but he loved them he has an elder brother Sameer whom he loves and respects way too much. Amna and Armaan did love marriage. Before marriage, Armaan disguised himself as a kind and loving person in front of Amna. Now Armaan will do anything to keep Amna with him cause he loves her. Now let's see what will he do for his selfish love. And... His selfish revenge.

" I swear I don't know anything. I am innocent," She let out crying. He shouted in her face," Innocent! I know how much innocent you are! For the last time, I am asking you where is that cunt?" " I don't know anything," she shook her head. " I don't know where my husband is and what he has done!" " Tsk...Tsk... I am not going to leave you until I get him in my clutch. And, about you?" He stopped saying and looked at her body. Grinning sheepishly he whispered in her ear," You are going to return me what was snatched from me." " No," She screamed with horror hearing the sound of clothes ripping. She was someone else's wife and he was someone else's husband. They weren't meant to meet each other let alone be together. But, they didn't know that it was not in their hands to change Destiny. They were strangers bound by one Destiny. Join the heart-wrenching journey of an insecure girl who got betrayed by her husband and a feared mafia don who was still fighting with his past horrors. Destiny chose them to meet each other in an unexpected situation full of chaos. Will these two broken people heal each other or will they break each other beyond repair?

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

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

"I thought you loved me" i said while controlling my tears from Stroming down. "I never said that" he said blankly staring me. "Then what was those our quality times,soft touches,hugs?" I asked him angrily. " It was past. If you think those childish behaviour of yours was love then you're the stupidest in the World " he said chuckling. "Why the hell you married me ?" I shouted at him in anger. "The only reason of our marriage is my revenge." He said calmly,looking straight into my eyes. "Y-y-ou used me" I said broking in tears there. This was the conversation of our first wedding night. What would happens when royal princess whose heart is full of sympathy would fall in love with someone who used her for his fire of revenge . She is sensitive but not weak. She knows how to make someone taste their own taste. Cold hearted he. He isn't someone's cup of tea. His rage is beyond everything. One sharpe gaze of Him and everyone losses their balance. His is stone hearted who cares of nothing but his ambition. His moves are full of fire. He said his heart doesn't beat. While his heart beated once when he saw her. He smiled again when he met her. He wanted to live once again when he touched her. But the only thing which was stopping him was his Revenge. He was bounded in a promise. Fire and water. Both are totally opposite but the only thing in common is they both can destroy everything in the world. They represent self-destructing human emotions such as revenge and desire of forgiveness. They both have ability to creat disaster. What will she do? How will they both survive together? Will she melt his heart? Or he will burn her in his fire? What was his revenge ? What's the connection of her with his revenge? Will he ever love her? Wanna know? If yes, please do read this book to find out.

Previously known as The Tangled love. ❝ You are fucking mine!!, get that straight in your so called brain ❞ he roared, rage dripping from his eyes, jaw clenched, it was as if the four walls around him had started shaking in fear. ❝ Mr. Khan, I'd rather die than be yours . Fayra Shoaib Khan, a 20-year-old beauty with captivating dark grey eyes and a warm, golden-brown complexion, harbors a secret passion for painting. However, her talent remains confined to the shadows, as she's been held captive in her room, never allowed to experience the world's vibrant colors. Enter Musa Hassan Khan, the world's eighth richest man and most sought-after bachelor. With his chiseled features and vast wealth, he seems to have it all. Yet, his true obsession lies in abstract art, particularly the enigmatic masterpiece, Khafifa. His collection boasts some of the finest pieces, and he's notorious for his ruthless pursuit of art and women. When fate entwines Fayra's innocent heart with Musa's calculating world, their paths collide in a tumultuous union. Forced into marriage, Fayra becomes a pawn in Musa's game of power and control. He treats her as a mere servant, crushing her spirit and stifling her creativity. As their worlds merge, will Fayra's art and resilience be enough to pierce Musa's armor, or will she remain forever trapped in his gilded cage?