Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

A story between a married couple to check if what they have is love or is it only obsession .... She took a breath, trying to keep her voice steady, reasonable. "Razi... you said I could stay here for a week." A low, dangerous chuckle rolled through the speaker. "And now I'm saying you will come back." Mahi's fingers tightened around the phone. She was sitting on the edge of the old wooden bed in her childhood room, the same bed where she used to dream of escaping poverty. Now she was dreaming of escaping the cage she had willingly stepped into. "But Razi," she said softly, pleading without begging, "I came here after an entire year. Can I please complete only a week? Just seven days with Abbu Ammi. They're so happy I'm here..." "Since you are away from me," he interrupted, voice dropping to that lethal calm he used when he was beyond anger, "you are really trying to test my patience. I have told you - I won't repeat myself." She closed her eyes. Her heart hammered so hard she thought he might hear it across the continents. "Razi, I have told you as well. I will not come before a week. And that is final."

Julian Blackwood has everything - power, wealth, influence. Except the one woman who stood beside him when nothing else mattered. Mira never wanted his empire. She wanted his presence. When she walks away without drama or accusation, Julian realises too late that love doesn't disappear loudly. It disappears when it is taken for granted. As secrets unravel and truths surface, Julian is forced to confront his past, his failures, and the woman he allowed to feel replaceable. This is not a story of winning her back. It's a story of becoming worthy of her.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

"Cinderella had till midnight, I have twelve kisses to win back my prince's heart," John wants Metilda to end their marriage.He believes that he has fallen in love with another woman. Metilda agrees but she has one condition. John must kiss her every afternoon in-front of their son for twelve days. On the 12th kiss, something unexpected happens. highest rating so far #1

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"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. "You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. His hands released his belt followed by ripping off of her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream ........ Roshanay, a simple girl, forced into prostitution, one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option than to marry him. Read the full description inside

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.