"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

#1 all INDIA RANK ON 26oct 28 oct 3 march MAY JUNE and many more!! #1 die bollywood warriors cute ISHWASA X MUBARIZ Jab mohobbat itni badh jaye ki wo lafjon me bayan na ki ja sake to koi tareeka to chahiye na apni mehram ko batane ka ki unse mohobbat kitni beshumar ho gayi hai. Bas mahroo hamare bhi lafj khatam ho gaye hain, itni betahasha mohobbat ho gayi hai aapse ki ab appke jarre jarre par hamara nam likhne ka jee chahta h. Apne aap ko aap ko saupane ka jee chahta hai. Aapko is kadr khud me samana chahte hain ki khuda khud bhi aapko hamse juda na kar paye." " When love gets so much increased that it can not be described in words then we need to find a way to tell our beloved about how much we love them that how much we love them. Mahroo my words too felt finished. I love you so damn much that I want my name to be imprinted on each and every pore of your body. I want to submit myself to you now. I want you to diffuse in me such a way that god himself could not be able to put us apart." He again claimed my lips but this time I can feel the urgency, the desperation in his actions which I never felt before. He always kiss me lovingly and slowly but this one was totally opposite. His hands roamed on my entire waist but when he traced my belly button with his fingers a sound escaped my lips without my permission," Ahhhmmm". My body shaking with the sensations and he left my lips only to look into my eyes. Reviews~~~ * his actions are so intense🔥🔥 *Ahhhhhh 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Oops sorry 🐛🐛🐛🐛 *lots of love 💖💖💖to the author ❤️❤️ I can never forget this story. ..... 👍🏻👍🏻 *ahhh aree ariz ❤️🩹😭🤌🏻 ek ariz to me bhi deserve karti hu na ??.me good girl hu 🙂 *Haayeeee Bhaisab sharam aa gyi ye pad ke toh *Taking ss of these lines and keeping them in my notes to show my future husband😭 ( or abhi 18 ki hu mein 🤡). These are just too good.✨🌹 *Marry me khwahish💖😘 Give it a ch

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?

"Little Valerie," said Kai, bending closer to me. "Are you blackmailing me into dating you?" He didn't seem particularly disturbed by the notion. In fact, he remained completely amused. "Yes?" Kai grinned. "Very mafia of you. I'm weirdly kind of into it." *** When Valerie Williams discovers that her long-term boyfriend is sleeping with her best friend, she devises a revenge plot to get back at them both. But when she asks bad boy Kai Delaney to pretend to date her, she never thought her heart would be on the line. *** Self-proclaimed pessimist Valerie Williams is definitely your glass-half-empty kind of girl. However, Valerie is surprisingly optimistic when her (ex) boyfriend cheats on her with her (also ex) best friend. Valerie doesn't believe in holding grudges; she believes in getting even. Which doesn't seem easy, until her boyfriend's least favourite person and her best friend's long-standing crush, the sarcastic, cocky and popular bad boy extraordinaire Kai Delaney crashes, quite literally, into her life. When Kai accidentally hits her car with what is practically a monster truck, and can barely afford to cover it, Valerie has an idea. If Kai agrees to pretend to date her, for long enough to make her boyfriend and best friend regret their actions, Valerie will give him the duration of their scam to pull together the money to pay her back. Revenge is a dish best served fake. [150,000-200,000 words]

Twenty-one and ready to take on the world, orphan Lizzie Gold didn't expect her chance encounter with a stranger to lead to a damnable task - to take down a rising business tycoon. Ryan Pierce - her viciously handsome target and her new boss - might seem easy to break but he is anything but. Their attraction is fatal, so are his dirty propositions to possess her body. Lizzie is ready to sell herself as long as it pays her adoptive father's debt. What goes out of hand though are the feelings that every moment between the sheets creates... *** WATTPAD HQ FEATURED - Work Days, Billionaire Nights Fresh Beginnings [18+] - contains explicit sexual content and strong language

Desperate Mia Evans finds herself in an awkward position with her newly found boss Arden West, who just happens to be the mysterious guy she left an infamous club with. What happens when Mia slowly starts falling for Mr. West's charming looks and gentle, sexy ways, not knowing what real nuisances fall behind his devilishly handsome smile. H Rank - #1 in boss (I wrote this originally in 2019 when I was 16, so I decided to keep the entire story raw and unedited, this is my first ever story that wasn't fanfiction after 4 years of abstinence so keep an open mind when reading this lol...)

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.