"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

"She's the storm he can't control... and the only one who can tame him." He is power. He is control. He is danger wrapped in the name RUDRAAN SINGH RAJVANSH-the ruthless business tycoon who bends the world to his will. Cold, calculated, and merciless, he never loses... and this time, he wants her. She is fire wrapped in sweetness. ANVISHA SINGHANIA, an MBA student with a heart of gold and a spirit sharper than any sword. She's the girl who can light up a room with her kindness, yet burn it down if someone dares to cross her. No one controls her, no one defines her-and certainly not a devil like him. But when obsession collides with defiance, when a devil meets his match in a woman who refuses to bow... sparks turn into wildfire. He wants to own her. She refuses to be tamed. And in the battle of power, love might be the most dangerous game of all. In their battle for power, only one can win-but what if LOVE is the price? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is an 18+ story. It contains sexual things. Read only when you are comfortable with these types of things.

"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 .

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

His words had me heated. As he spoke he made it sexy, and it turned me on. He was right about the pull towards us. The sex between us worked...and it worked well, but that didn't mean it was the solution. Suddenly Clarke moved over and he was very close to me. I was already hot and bothered, and now I was losing control of my breathing. "You can't deny there's something between us when we're like this," Clarke whispered to me, moving his hand to my cheek and brushed hair away from my face. "Doesn't mean we should give into it," I muttered back, trying to stay calm. "You're my boss." Aurora Edwards had always loved her job. She's also lucky enough to have the perfect boss, until the day Henry Watson unexpectedly passes away, putting her career in a tailspin. Aurora suddenly has to be the personal assistant to another CEO, Henry's son- Clarke Watson. ****This story is rated mature and contains some very mature scenes. This story is completed and has been edited**** Highest ranking: #2 in the 'assistant' tag (I've never had a high rating, its cool) #1 in the 'job' tag

𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse. Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters of office politics. If only it were that simple. But amidst the chaos, I seem to have caught the eye of the enigmatic Rhys, a wealthy tycoon with a thirst for power and, what seems, a hidden longing for me. But I'm only here for the money. I just have to pay my rent, and I'll be fine. I'm determined not to succumb to the allure of my boss. But what happens when my heart and desires have a mind of their own? As our daily interactions blur the lines between professional and personal, I wrestle with my conflicting emotions. Can I resist the attraction surging through my veins? Or will my reckless heart beat against all logic? 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 Naomi is more than just an infatuation; she is a desire that consumes my every thought. From the moment I laid eyes on her at the bakery, I knew she was meant to be mine. Willing to fight for what I want, I hire Naomi as my personal assistant, vowing to keep her safe and make her mine. But nothing is ever easy. As our worlds collide and past secrets unravel, we soon learn that nothing worth having comes without a fight. Can Naomi overcome her doubts and fears? Will Rhys prove himself worthy of her love? Only time will tell. {𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄} This story has 18+ scenes, but I know most of you probably aren't 18, so enjoy.

Calvin bent down and settled between my thighs and bent my knees upward. He stroked my ankles, calves and then moved his hands to the insides of my thighs and planted a soft kiss there. I was breathing really hard. He hooked a finger in the side of my panties and gave it a jerk and tore them. I gasped. I could see the lust in his eyes like he wanted to devour me. He spread my ankles wide and held them in a tight grip and inched his mouth towards my wet core. I could feel his breath on my lower lips. I jerked my hips forward. I was dying for just a touch. Calvin Smith the CEO of Smith Industries is the youngest known Bad Boy Billionaire in America . He is ruthless, arrogant and an asshole. Sophia Brown, a hopeless romantic, is waiting for her prince charming. She has just graduated she's looking for a job and ends up working under the ruthless billionaire . They belong to two different worlds but somehow feel a connection. Will they embrace this connection or bury it deep down within themselves?

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

{ A story where A rich rebellious guy fell for A timid innocent girl } " W..wh..what ar..e y...ou do..in..g " nervousness is clear in her body language while her eyes are stuck at the mirror in front or more like on the guy who's looking at her intensely , his eyes are dark and deep challenging to break the eye contact His cold fingers roamed carelessly on her exposed waist , she shivered under his gaze and tried to come out of his hold , only for him to tighten it even more . Slowly yet sensually his hand travelled up to her milky back, he hold the sting making her shut her eyes breathing heavily . He step even closer to her leaving no gap between " Finally Tum Meri Hui, Meri Jaan " he whispered in her ear making her shrink back in his arms unintentionally ( Finally You're Mine , My Love )