"He committed the ultimate sin, surrendering to his forbidden love for his student." Hriday Agnivanshi 29 years old, a finance professor at Banaras University, exudes an aura of authority and intimidation. His piercing green eyes seem to bore into those he meets, as if sizing them up and finding them wanting. His chiseled features and well-built physique only add to his formidable presence, making him a figure to be reckoned with. His demeanor is strict and dominating, leaving no doubt as to who is in charge. His sharp jawline and piercing gaze seem to dare anyone to cross him, and his deep, commanding voice can silence even the most boisterous of classrooms. " she surrendered to the forbidden, her heart ensnared by the one man she was never meant to love" Chahat tripathi 21 years old , a bright and vibrant student at Banaras University, embodies the warmth and energy of a sunshine girl. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes light up the campus, making her a beloved figure among her peers. With a passion for learning, she works tirelessly to excel in her studies, her dedication and perseverance inspiring those around her. But her true love is dance. With a grace and fluidity that belies her academic rigor, she loses herself in the rhythms and movements of traditional Indian dance. Her love for Banaras city is equally fierce, and she can often be found exploring its winding streets, discovering hidden gems, and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere. "Two souls, bound by forbidden love, entwined in a sin that fueled their deepest desire, and ignited dreams that dared to defy the lines of virtue." [ इश्क like Agnivanshi -1] Start ~ 2nd April 2025 End ~

"𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement." "An agreement...?" "There's something that needs to be gone, right?"

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper. She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering. "Take out my cock, Iris." Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny? "You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?" ❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞ She was engaged to the golden boy. Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold. But then she met him. Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want- her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin. Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable. He was the secret no one spoke about. The warning her fiancé whispered. And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession. Even if it meant betraying blood. Even if it meant burning everything. Because some men don't fall in love. They fall into possession.

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

Dark romance It's a romantic tale of the King of Pratapgad and the Princess of Sitapur. A bond so rare, so wild, that everyone dreams of but few ever find. Their madness for each other will make you fall in love with them too-trust me. Unwanted arrange marriage, hate to love. They will cross every limit-whether in hate or in love. Their love will raise your standards so high, you'll never settle for anything less than forever. Ek bar is book me aao phir yaise pyar me par jaoge ki kahi aur nahi ja paoge. 🤭 ek bar to aake mil. ___________________________________ He is the ruthless King of Pratapgad-a man feared by his enemies, respected by his people, and unreadable even to those closest to him. A warrior with an iron heart who doesn't believe in love... nor in marriage. She is the fearless Princess of Sitapur-a woman who knows how to fight the world, kind yet unyielding, independent yet deeply devoted to the idea of love. understanding her is not simple. Both value family above everything. If anybody dare to touch their family then they will tier apart them within a second. This is not a tale of gentle romance. This is a storm-where hate is as wild as love, and love is as dangerous as hate. Male character doesn't believe in love and doesn't want to marry but female character has strong believe in marriage and love. ___________________________________ King wanna say that HUM SE SAB DARTE HAI PAR HAMARI WALI KISI SE NAHI DARTI ___________________________________ 'Who are you ' him in demanding and ordering tone. 'strong and self independent women who know to fight with world' She in sharp and loud tone while starting in eye. Copyright ©️ 2025 authoshivi © All THE RIGHT RESERVE

°•°•THE BEAUTY & THE BEAST °•°• This story despite ' the beauty and the beast ' where "THE BEAUTY" healing power to cure anyone by her postive, sweet nature and by her profession career as a medical student. But " THE BEAST" have power to destroy anything just to fulfill his desires and happiness as the walking red flag alpha male as a mafia King • Triggere warning ⚠️: this book contains mention of religion tension , strong language and trigger reality of society , soft hearted and immature audience are requested to stay away. Let's witness the journey of the beauty and the beast 🎀

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝕽𝖚𝖉𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖆 ᯓᡣ𐭩 "𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠, 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤: 𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ