Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

They were an ordinary couple in an ordinary world-two people stitched together by family expectations, uncertain dreams, and the quiet hope that love would be enough. Nandini came from a modest middle-class home, raised to believe in patience, sacrifice, and the gentle power of silence. Manik, steady and determined, carried the weight of responsibility from the moment he learned what it meant to provide and protect. Their marriage was not the dramatic kind sung about in films-no grand gestures, no fairy-tale promises. It was a story built in the bit-by-bit rhythm of real life. There were mornings when the world felt full of warmth, when laughter echoed in narrow rooms and the smell of fresh paranthas made the home feel soft and safe. There were nights, too, when exhaustion settled heavy, when words cut sharp, and when silence stretched longer than comfort allowed. They learned to fall, and they learned to rise. To break, and to rebuild. To hold on, even when it would have been easier to let go. This is their journey-of love that grew not from perfection, but from persistence. Of dreams that survived through struggle. Of a marriage that found meaning in the spaces between storm and calm. And like the rain that washes a tired city clean, every beginning came quietly-soft, trembling, and hopeful. This is where their story starts. ‼️ The following work contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. It is intended for an adult audience only. Please read responsibly.

I wanted him the moment I saw him ««ON MY BED IN BETWEEN MY LEGS INSIDE ME»» _______________ •°•°•° What kind of woman she is? IS SHE EVEN A WOMAN •°•°•° _______________ "DON'T you dare to touch me!!!" "Come on baby I am your WIFE" _______________ She is a walking storm, holds power to destroy this sh!tty world She is QUEEN OPPS! MAFIA QUEEN ››››› He is a Doctor just a Doctor No he's her obsession NOW ‹‹‹‹‹ _______________ • || IMPORTANT || • THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE READER' DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Aayan x Aashi: Grumpy x Sunshine, Age Gap, Marriage of Convenience, Contract Marriage Aayan - "Please don't expect love or compassion from me. I can promise you respect, but I'll never be able to give you the place of a wife. However, I can be your friend, for the time being." "Good," Aashi replied straightforwardly, "I expect nothing more than privacy and space from you. We won't interfere in each other's lives." "Agreed. I'll draft a contract for this marriage and send it to your place. Please review it carefully and sign it," Aayan responded. Story Overview: Aayan Singhania, the disciplined and driven CEO of Adviti Corporation Ltd., agrees to marry Aashi to fulfill his late wife's dying wish. Punctuality is his lifeblood, and his workaholic, career-oriented nature has built an impenetrable wall around his heart. His heart is locked away, sealed off by the promise he made to himself to never love again after the loss of his wife. Aashi Rathore, on the other hand, is his complete opposite-clumsy, perpetually late, and brimming with energy. She's a sweet, extroverted young woman who hides a deep fear of love, rooted in past traumas. Yet, beneath her bubbly exterior lies a girl who still dreams of the kind of love she reads about in books, the kind that makes life worth waking up to each day. When destiny intertwines their lives, will they be able to break down the barriers they've built around their hearts? Will love blossom between them despite the odds, or will they remain locked in the roles they've chosen for themselves?

For Laila, love is devotion-every breath steeped in the remembrance of God. For Aamir love is a storm, untamed and distant from the faith she holds so close. Together they burn, fierce and unyielding, yet fragile under the weight of unspoken fears. When the truth of Laila's infertility strikes, their bond begins to wither in silence, every moment testing the limits of patience, faith, and desire. And then, one night, her soft voice broke the silence, echoing through the hollow of her own heart: "Aapko dusri shaadi kar leni chahiye." What once felt like freedom becomes a chain. What once was worship becomes a trial. This is their Qaid-e-Ishq-a love so fierce it binds, a faith so fragile it breaks.

Theirs was a story that came into existence in the most unexpected circumstances. He was married . So was she . He loved his wife . She had loved her husband . And then destiny played its hand . Their paths now entwined . How ? Why ? What? Thats their story to tell . Qasim X Rukhsar

Fasaana | फसाना | فسانا :a tale; a romance; a fiction Zoya had spent her entire life adhering to societal and parental rules, feeling trapped like a bird in a cage. But what happens when she decides to shatter those restrictions and soar freely? Although romance is intertwined in her journey, this is not simply a tale of love. Zoya is not a damsel in distress saved by a prince charming. Instead, she confronts her circumstances and overcomes them on her own terms. This is a story about a strong-willed woman who valued herself enough to pursue a better life. And along the way, she discovered him. This is her Fasaana. ______________________ COMPLETED

❝Let me make that tingling sensation in between your thighs disappear, it will take only a moment, Red.❞ Only 60% of book is free / Sample only Red lived in a small town in Pennsylvania with her grandmother. The town was known to invite supernatural creatures every year. Whenever the mating season struck, it was a ritual for young women, human or not to stand partly dressed in the town center, blindfolded and ready be taken by the wild beasts lurking in the forest. Things take a twist when Red turns eighteen and she's ordered to participate in the ritual. Blindfolded on the night of evil, innocent Red is devoured by a man who called himself the Alpha. 18+ mature themes are included regularly.

ONLY for 18+ audience. Keerthi felt a hand under her chin,coaxing her to look up ,as she met with warm brown eyes,in their darkest shade. Her eyes went to her husband's lips,wetting her own involuntarily,when she felt Vikram's hold tighten. She blushed,looking down,her face felt on fire. Vikram pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Keerthi", Vikram started gruffly,his voice laced with desire, their lips merely brushing, teasing one another,"We should go to sleep now if you don't want it to continue any further." Keerthi's face flamed at her husband's insinuation. But dammit,she wanted to be kissed. For the first time ever.