The person who like to listen only when he himself is speaking is listening her all non sense talk. The person who find satisfaction while seeing people bagging for mercy can say sorry thousand time just to make her satisfied. The person who can make people cry just by look cannot see a single tear in her eyes. Join the journey of Abhimaan and Advika. The best ranking story got. 1st # Rajasthan 1st # Hukum 8th# Desi 1st # Devil 11th # queen 9th # Royal family

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

Book 1 of His series Yashveer Rajvansh, Ruthless Mafia king of Asia and king of Udaipur. He has no interest in women. Finally, get ready to marry a woman for his own motive and the purpose of giving a queen to his Kingdom. But he came to know the most shocking truth, which was hidden by the family of Naina, will he be able to accept her as wife after knowing the truth. Naina Arora, a fragile girl, fighting with her own demons and darkness, suddenly tied to Yashveer Rajvansh. She has never seen him in her life, but her world turns upside down, when she gets to know the most shocking reality of her life. Will they ever love each other or will they be tied in the thread of responsibility? Let's find out

#book 2 of Mafia series It is said that a love story is not complete until the love is complete. The difficulties of Rishabh and Anokhi's life were over, everyone had taken revenge for every bad thing that happened in their life, but everyone's love was yet to be complete. So get ready for that journey of love which has many shades. The story which was left incomplete in the first....will be completed here with the lot's of twist and suspense...

In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

Dhruv Raj is 27 year's old, handsome and successful business man. He is known by his arrogance. He loves his parents and respects them so much. But he was not like that always he loved a girl named Aisha. He loved her so much but she betrayed him. After that betrayal,he never trusted anyone. Because of the past he wasn't allowed anyone in his life. He himself created walls around him. Nithya is 21 year's old,very happy girl. She always smile and very innocent. She always do what her dad tell her to do. She loves her family so much. She has a kind heart,she loves to talk. One day accidentally they got married,and Dhruv doesn't accept her as his wife. But they forced by there parents to give there marriage a chance. What happens when they live together, whether they fall in love with eachother. So let's find out and read there story.