#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

Bava x mardal Fire x water Strict x bubly Professor x student In the once-united villages of Andhra Pradesh, lifelong friends Veerendra Reddy and Rajendra Verma saw their bond shatter when Raghuram Verma eloped with Veerendra's daughter Shraddha, sparking bitter rivalry between the Reddy and Verma clans. Years later, Rudraksh Pratap Reddy, the disciplined IIT professor and heir to Reddy Enterprises, crosses paths with Jahnavi Raghuram Verma, the bright M.Tech student and pampered daughter of his family's sworn enemies. As old grudges simmer under the watchful eyes of patriarchs Veerendra and Rajendra, and amid the pull of family duties from Reddy's, Rudraksh and Jahnavi's growing connection threatens to heal or destroy the fractured legacy forever.

18+🔞 Bava x Mardal Professor x Student Perfection x clumsy This book is the sequel of "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." This book can be a standalone.....but for better understanding you can refer the "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." The story continues the journey of Rudra and Janu, exploring the delicate, magnetic pull between them before marriage, and the misunderstandings, tensions, and intimate moments that test their bond. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and the weight of family expectations, love blossoms, falters, and rises again intensely, passionately, and unforgettably. A tale of hearts entwined, where desire, trust, and devotion are tested, and where the line between longing and belonging blurs beautifully. This book is strictly for 18+ anyone who are uncomfortable with this feel free to leave but don't report my book

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

He rules with blood and weapons. She believes in fairy tales and forever. Yuvaan Singh Rathore is a man carved from ice and violence. As the ruthless Nawab of his district, he only knows how to use his fists, fire guns, and settle bloody village disputes with a single growl. He doesn't believe in love, he despises the idea of a family, and he swore he would never let a woman tie him down to a marriage bed. Pankhuri Sharma is a sweet girl who has daydreamed about her wedding day since she was a little girl. Growing up watching the beautiful, deep love her parents shared, she craved that exact same romance for herself. She wants the late night whispers, the soft touches, and a husband who cherishes her above everything else. Then, an arranged marriage binds them together. But the man she marries is nothing like the husband she dreamed of. Will Yuvaan be able to overcome the deep scars of his past and give Pankhuri the fairy tale life she always dreamed of? Or will his violent world and suffocating possessiveness shatter her dreams completely? ⋆｡°✩｡⋆ ✦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: [ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ✦ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"How do we know if we are doing things the right way? I wanted to learn everything about intimacy so I can please you in every possible way. I even wondered about how long a man usually lasts. I want to explore everything with you. And if there's something you want me to do, tell me. I don't want this to be just about me asking for what I want. I want it to be about us." "Oh my God, are you carrying me? Please put me down. I don't want you to strain your back because of my weight." *************************************** Aakash never believed in love. He is reserved, introverted and carry a past he never speaks about. He enters marriage not with hope but with obligation. To him, it's just another responsibility he wished to carry out. Meenakshi enters the same marriage carrying a different battle. She is curvy, soft-hearted and full of warmth but weighed down by years of insecurity. She has learned to smile through judgment, to laugh through whispers and to expect less than she deserves. An arranged marriage ties them together. He is a man of silence. She learns to see his care hidden within it. But is silent care enough for a lifetime together? What begins as two strangers under one roof slowly turns into something neither of them expected in the quiet moments, in accidental touches, in shared meals, in silent protection and in unspoken understanding. This is not a loud love story. It is a slow one. When a broken man and an insecure woman choose to stand by each other, the healing turns into perfection and a love slowly becomes obsession. A story of curves, scars, healing and a love that learns to stay.

"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul "I don't care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell", she said maintaining the eye contact "Your angel eyes see the good in a devil 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳", he strolled towards her with long steps "And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil", she titled her head sideways when he grabbed her neck harshly yet carefully not to hurt her but "You are fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless. You are my sickening Temptation, in my veins like a pretty poison", he didn't even waited for her to reply shutting her off by smashing his lips on hers devouring her like a secret or a sin. He had this look in his eyes how he owns her how she belongs to him. But for her he can he can kill and get killed would burn down the world for her but not let a single flame touch her. She hold the power to make the Lord of Darkness kneel before her. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲--- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. || Mature and Triggering content || Read at your own discretion.

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

BOOK 4 "Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." I was tied to the bed with multiple people dressed in white coats and examined my body. my head was bursting due to the effect of drugs they have injected in my veins. After what felt like a lifetime, I felt an excruciating pain that made me black out but what happened next made me wish for a death.........but that never came. even death has abandoned me.....until I met Vikram Shergill- my comfort, my father figure and my boss. he was the first one who came to know about my secret and accepted me wholeheartedly. not only him but Rana Amogh Pratap Singh and Aarman Suryawanshi did the same. I am a lycan, an experiment.......made in a laboratory. I tried ending my life multiple times until I saw HER. A blue eyed baby girl.......MY MATE, MY FATED ONE but the question is- will she accept me like her father did or will she reject me like my own parents ? my name is Mrityunjay Singh Thakur, a 108 year old lycan and this is my story. ______________________ The only heir of the clan, prince who was kept hidden for two decades. No one knows his true identity but HIM. HE knows about him ever since he was born, the last sign of his friend. They once decided that they will tie their children in a sacred knot of marriage and later laughed at their silly discussion.......but they didn't know that they had actually tied their children together by fate. AMULYA AMOGH SINGH RATHORE, youngest daughter and Rajkumari of Rana sa of the state wasn't expecting that her baba sa will ask her to get married to a total strangers all of sudden. And what will she do, when she had recently started feeling attracted towards her mentor and senior resident. DR. VEERBHADRA NAIR, a 30 years old orthopaedic surgeon