He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition-he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever-but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A STEAMY, CHRISTMAS FAKE-DATING ROMANCE WITH SPICE AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

(Can read Standalone) 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: • 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 • 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 • 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 • 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

She needed help. He offered a deal. Ishita mehta kabhi kisi ameer aadmi ke sapne nahi dekhti thi. Uski duniya uske papa, uska chota bhai aur ek simple si life tak limited thi. Ridansh Malhotra ke liye log bas options the. Aur emotions - irrelevant. Unki mulaqat by chance hui. Par jo rishta bana... wo by chance nahin bna wo ek agreement tha. Ek deal sign hui. Aur 35 saal ka Ridansh Malhotra ban gaya 21 saal ki Ishita mehta ka Sugar Daddy. Her Sugar Daddy (Met By Chance)

Ariana Wilson, known to everyone as Aana, is innocence wrapped in warmth...a calm, soft-spoken girl who always chooses kindness over confrontation. Her world has always been simple and predictable... until her fate tangles with that of Professor Alaric Vincent. Alaric is everything Aana isn't...disciplined, commanding, and bound by structure. His words carry authority; his gaze, restraint. To his students, he's an enigma...brilliant, untouchable, and perfectly composed. But beneath that calm lies a man constantly at war with himself. Because every time Aana walks into his classroom, his carefully built world threatens to shatter. The situation turns even more impossible when destiny twists their paths. Ana is promised to Derek Vincent, Alaric's charming younger brother. And Alaric is engaged to Scarlett, Aana's poised step-sister. Two perfect matches, arranged to strengthen family ties. Yet, when eyes meet across crowded halls and glances linger too long, perfection starts to crumble. What begins as fleeting tension soon becomes a pull neither of them can resist. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every word unsaid fans the silent fire burning between them. He knows she's forbidden. She knows he's unreachable. But love has never followed rules. Silent Flame is a slow-burn, forbidden romance between a disciplined professor and the student he cannot have - a story of restraint, temptation, and the ache of wanting someone the world says you shouldn't.

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

She returned with a degree in her hand, not knowing fate had a crown waiting for her. Rajkumari Anvica Singh Rathore, kind-hearted and gentle, had spent years away from the royal politics of Rajasthan. But the day she returned, destiny entangled her in a web she never saw coming. At the grand coronation of Maharaj Rajvardhan Singh Shekhawat-King of Rajasthan and fiancé to her elder sister-she finds herself face-to-face with the man she secretly loved since childhood. What she doesn't know is... he never wanted her sister. He wanted her. Always did. And on the day of the wedding, he does the unthinkable. One sister disappears. The other is forced to take her place. And with that, begins a tale of stolen vows, silent love, royal secrets, and a deception so deep... even love might not survive it.