"Do you want me to f*ck your brains out?" I don't understand this kind of language and i don't like it. "Look at you...so wet..ready for my dick...but do you remember the night when I tried making love to you but you cried out suddenly...you make me feel like a ra*ist but now look at yourself...you are craving for my dick...you want me to f*ck you so hard...you are dripping like a wh*re" He showed me his finger which is covered in my wetness. I immediately got off the sofa. I broke into violent sobs after hearing such words from him. "What do you want Ashutosh? What do you want?? You want me to leave? I'm leaving then...i can't handle this anymore..." I immediately walked towards the door to leave but he grabbed me from behind. "You are not going anywhere...do you understand?" "Let go... I can't stay and cry here all the time..." I tried pulling my hand back from his grip but he dragged me inside our bedroom and locked the door.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭" ••• "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ••• "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞!" ••• "𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞"

I stared at the girl in the mirror. She was only a shadow of the girl I used to be. Blue eyes, void of emotions and glint, glanced back at me. My lipstick and mascara were smudged, and my blonde curls were a complete mess from when he had fisted them while he pounded inside me from behind. "Whores like you deserved to be fucked bent over the counter of a hotel restroom," Logan's last words before he left the ladies' restroom echoed in my ears. A tear trickled down my cheek as a scream fought to escape out of my mouth. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out loud. He had vowed to hate me till eternity and make me pay for every single one of my sins. The thing I was unaware of was that I would start to hate myself during this journey of betrayal and vengeance. -------------------- Christina struggled to make ends meet with her mom, who was suffering from cancer. An old pervert boss who was hell-bent on making her his wife number four and a whole lot of her colleagues who wished her to be gone guy from the company. When someone from her past returns to her life, vowing to make her pay for her betrayal, she has nothing left but to see her life falling apart. Past will be dug, secrets will resurface, and buried passions reignite in this tale of betrayal and hate. Trigger Warning ⚠️ : The MMC in this book is unlike the ones in my other books. He is vindictive and abusive and does many questionable things. If you don't like such characters, please refrain from reading further.

Shanaya Singh was meant to be the perfect bride. The perfect match. The perfect Mrs. Vardaan Udayvanshi. But on the day of her wedding, she runs away, leaving only a letter behind. The entire world watches as the billionaire tycoon is left standing at the altar, humiliated. But Vardaan doesn't forgive betrayal-he punishes it. And punishment comes in the form of Aaradhya Singh, Shanaya's younger sister. In one shocking twist of fate, Aaradhya is forced to marry the man who despises her. To him, she is nothing more than a stand-in, a replacement who must bear the weight of her sister's sins. But Aaradhya is not Shanaya. She's strong, fiery, and unwilling to be crushed under Vardaan's wrath. Is Aaradhya destined to pay for her sister's sins forever? Or will she become the one woman who can tame the untouchable Vardaan Udayvanshi? This is not your typical replaced bride story.And I mean it . It's darker, bolder, and far more addictive. Trust the journey-and enjoy the ride. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "She married him as punishment... but destiny had other plans." "Her sister ran away. Now she must face the billionaire's wrath." "A marriage born of revenge... a love neither saw coming." "One sister's sin. Another sister's fate." "She was never meant to be his bride... yet she may be his only salvation." "He vowed to make her pay... but desire rewrote the punishment." "She entered his world as a substitute-he swore she'd never forget it." "Bound by vengeance, tangled in passion." "His cruelty was her sentence. His touch, her undoing." "She was forced into his arms... now neither can escape."

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

Story 1- Next Lifetime

Content warning: Storyline is scandalous. Don't read if you can't handle dominating and toxic men. It's an erotica. What happens when a Professor gets obsessed with his student who is 22 years younger than him. She surrendered to him because of money but little did she know that she had already entered the cage of lust and obsession. Will she ever be able to come out of this forbidden thing or will she surrender to his madness?

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

Walking inside her room, Suhana unwrapped her dupatta from her head and put it on the bed after making sure all the curtains were drawn. She opened her waist-length hair and started to comb through them with her weak hands, standing in front of the mirror. A sudden movement near her room's door reflected in the mirror and caught her eyes. She stopped combing and in a split second, the comb fell from her hand to the ground. She turned around, causing her hair to whip unintentionally in the process. She hoped that what she saw was only a hallucination but the hope shattered pretty soon. There was Alexander, standing in all his glory, invading her privacy. His hawk-like eyes gawked at her with lust while his hands were formed in a tight fist. Warning! Mature Content!