𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

# A War of Hate and Attraction Mishti Agarwal has never had a reason to back down - not when you grow up knowing the world bends for people like her. Brilliant, bold, and unapologetically herself, she wants it all: her father's empire, the top spot in college, and the last word in every argument. Abir Rajvansh was born into a different kind of world, rare, polished, and quietly powerful. The son of a celebrity and a businesswoman, privilege looks natural on him because it is. He is brilliant without trying, arrogant without announcing it, and completely unbothered by what the world thinks of his silence. His goals are set. His path is clear. And somewhere beneath that composure lives a dream no one knows about . Until chaos walks straight into his life and refuses to leave. Thrown together by circumstance and held there by bad luck, what starts as ego clashes and cold silences slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. The hate was easy. The attraction? Inconvenient. But feelings have a way of getting messier when hearts get involved and hearts don't care about timing, or sense, or the fact that their lives are pointed in completely opposite directions. They were fine as enemies. They should have stayed that way. *Because some people are meant to collide not to stay.*

Arohi A 19-year-old college girl walks into the wrong clinic... and straight into the arms of a Dr. Arjun Verma 35-year-old divorced gynecologist who decides she belongs to him. What starts as forbidden "treatment" turns into raw, obsessive passion. He marks her. Claims her. Owns her. And she? She begs for more. Age gap. Medical kink. Possessive daddy. Toxic love. She was never supposed to fall. He was never supposed to keep her. But some addictions are impossible to quit Warning: This story contains explicit content, age-gap romance, heavy daddy kink, possessiveness, medical play, breeding elements, and toxic obsession. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

A billionaire finds himself dangerously obsessed with the scent of Anika's skin, making it his greatest addiction. Driven by a desperate situation, Anika is forced to accept a man twice her age as her Sugar Daddy.

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

"Completed" Sleeping with her professor was the last thing Diana Merringer expected when she arrived at Cornell with a suspended license, a ruined marriage, and everything she owned stuffed into plastic bins at a cheap New England motel. She came to study psychology. To rebuild her life. Then Professor Claus Frost walks into lecture. Brilliant. Reserved. Older. A local academic legend with a ruined family, a criminal son, and a reputation students whisper about like folklore. Diana knows immediately she should stay away from him. Instead, she ends up living on his property beneath the snowy cliffs of Pratchett, New York. As late-night seminars turn into dangerous conversations and intellectual attraction gives way to obsession, Diana finds herself pulled into the private world of the Frost family-a world filled with buried scandals, strange loyalties, emotional manipulation, and the growing realization that Professor Frost may be every bit as damaged as she is. Professor is a dark academia psychological romance about power, loneliness, class, desire, and the terrifying intimacy of being truly understood by the wrong person. Smut begins end of chapter 5.

There are three rules. Never summon the Devil. Never trust Heaven. And never fall in love with the man who destroyed both. Sia breaks all three. Now Heaven wants her erased, Hell wants her claimed, and the only person standing between her and death is the devil who once dared to challenge God himself. The problem? Even monsters have hearts... and his is beginning to beat again. All Rights Reserved, 2025 . CONFESSION 666 By Shasha Rose.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

Two families. One bond. Three men who would burn the world for her. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. The Kashyaps and Randhawas were bound by blood, friendship, and loyalty. When Shanaya Kashyap was born.Aviraj, Hriday, and Rhythm Randhawa were just young kids.The moment they saw her, they knew-she was theirs. Too young to understand, too possessive to let go. Years passed. Distance grew. But nothing could sever the silent claim they had on her. Now, they're back from London for their sister's wedding-to Shanaya's brother. For unfinished business. For her. She's no longer a child. She's the woman they never stopped wanting. She fears them. She hates them. But they don't care. They aren't boys anymore. They are men-powerful, ruthless, and unyielding. And what's theirs? They keep. She was theirs from the moment she took her first breath.Now, they've come to make sure she never forgets it. Because this time, the Randhawa brothers aren't just watching. They are taking. ∘°∘♡∘°∘∘°∘♡∘°∘°∘♡∘°∘ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧. please take this warning seriously and then proceed to read!

Three rules. One soundproof wing. And a centuries-old royal debt. Adyant Vardhan Rai is a thirty-year-old prince of the Rai lineage... ruling his ancestral Uttar Pradesh estate with tyrannical disgust. Inika Sen is the eldest daughter of a family bound to the estate for generations. She is forced to take the responsibility of a debt she didn't create. She enters into the mansion's soundproof wing under a brutal contract, Inika is given three absolute rules: keep her gaze on the floor, serve his cruel self, and stay out the second the midnight alarm sounds. Her family has guarded the Rai family's ugliest secrets for two centuries, but they have kept Inika completely blind to the horror waiting behind the doors. A dark gothic story. Trope: Elite old-money x generational servant dynamic, a genuinely unlikable hero, and a slow burn born in absolute isolation.