Meerab Mahnoor, 22, a breathtaking beauty with fire in her soul and poetry on her lips, graduated in English Honours from Hyderabad Central University. Her dream? To earn her M.A in Literature from London and return as someone her parents could proudly speak of. But London wasn't just a place of books and dreams-it was a storm waiting to swallow her whole. Because the danger didn't wear a mask. It wore a suit. And stood at the front of her classroom. Khan Murtasim Khan, 28, sinfully hot, cold-eyed, and maddeningly unreadable, was in his fourth year of PhD studies-and her professor. He didn't smile. He didn't bend. But when his gaze found Meerab, everything began to unravel. He noticed her. He watched her. And then... he wanted her. The glances turned into tension. The tension turned into obsession. And Meerab? She stepped into a game of shadows with a man who could ruin her... or awaken everything she never knew she craved. Because some lessons aren't taught in books-some are learned between stolen glances, whispered threats, and forbidden touches. He's supposed to guide her, not crave her. She's supposed to respect him, not need him. But some stories don't follow the syllabus. And some desires? They're just waiting to be unleashed. Dark secrets. Stolen glances. A past that won't stay buried. And a chemistry that refuses to be denied. This is not your typical campus romance. It's twisted. It's intense. It's everything you weren't ready for. Tropes you'll love: Professor × Student Age Gap (6 years) Possessive Male Lead Sweet Bubly Female Lead Dark Academia Vibes Enemies to Obsession Power Play Mystery + Slow Burn + Smut Hidden Past / Forbidden Romance He Falls First. He Falls Hard. Are you ready to enter the classroom where love is the most dangerous subject of all? ~ Edited Version of Professor Khan's Beloved!

**Cover by @AndiApplexoxo** No one could have guessed what would happen when a sixteen year old Vincenzo goes to an auction with his father. No one could have guessed that his actions from that night would change his whole life path and the path of others. They couldn't have guessed that a blonde haired girl would turn their whole world upside down and change everything but she did. It was set in stone the moment they laid eyes on each other and no one could do anything about it... Because he'd lose his soul and sanity before he let anything happen to her ever again. And as you'll soon find out, May God help anyone who disrespected the Queen.... because she had the Devil wrapped around her finger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is rated M for mature. If you are not 18+ then I would not read this.

YUG AHLAWAT Yug Ahlawat, a 22-year-old man. A businessman? A mafia? A politician? Nope, he's a common man. Life has never been kind to him since the day he was born. He has no family, no one to call his own. But he isn't someone who gives up easily. He possesses every skill that sets him apart from the rest. Cold-colder than ice because he has seen the cruelty of the world. But even ice melts. His lifeless heart begins to beat again when he sees her. Still, he believes he's not lucky enough to deserve her. What he doesn't know is, destiny has other plans. Let's see how his life changes. PRISHA SINGHANIA Prisha Singhania, a 21-year-old girl from a wealthy family. A family with just a few members, none of whom she can truly open up to. People call her a spoiled brat. But those who really know her (if there were any) would say she's an angel. Sadly, she has no close friends, no one she can trust because everyone seems to want her for her money and she hates that. She loves a man with all her heart, unaware of how drastically her life is about to change.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

ABHIRAJ SINGH RAJVANSH Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh-ASR. A name that commands fear, respect and absolute obedience. The youngest mafia king of Asia, he rules not only the underworld but also the business world, making and breaking billion-dollar deals with a snap of his fingers. He rules the country with a single order. His influence isn't confined to just one nation; presidents, businessmen and even the most ruthless criminals bow before him. With a single command, he can start or stop a war. He is a devil no one dares to cross him and those who do vanish without a trace. For his enemies, he is the devil himself, striking fear into their souls before bringing an end to their lives. Despite all his power, wealth and dominance, Abhiraj stands alone. An orphan with no family, no love, and no weakness-until she walks into his life. A girl who unknowingly awakens something dangerous inside him. He doesn't fall in love; he claims. And now, she is his newest obsession-one he will have, no matter the cost. MIRA RAO Mira is a bubbly, cheerful girl who grew up in an orphanage. She's always fought her battles alone, from childhood until now. Fierce yet soft-hearted, she doesn't hesitate to put anyone who crosses her in their place. The only person she truly has is her best friend. Mira dreams of finding a kind-hearted man-a normal guy who cares for everyone-but little does she know her future holds something completely unexpected. What will happen when Abhiraj begins his game to win Mira? Will she fall for him or will she become his? Will she uncover the truth about everything he's done to get her, or will they fall apart? Come along on the journey of Abhiraj and Mira to see how their lives flip upside down and everything changes in ways they never imagined.

"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

When Raven agrees to help sheltered Cassian complete his list of firsts in exchange for cash, it's strictly business-until their deal ignites an undeniable chemistry neither of them saw coming. *** After making a deal to finish her last year at Briarwood Academy in exchange for a shot at her dream job, 18 year old Raven Castillo has one mission: graduate and get out. No fights. No distractions. No complications. Cassian Hawthorne has spent his life buried in books, sheltered by his overprotective parents. But with college looming, he's ready to change that. He has a list of firsts to complete, and the unbothered new girl seems like the perfect person to help him. *** She needs the cash. He needs the experience. It's just business... until addictive kisses, lingering touches, and stolen glances make it anything but. What happens when their deal turns into something neither of them can control? Will they allow these sparks to fly, or will their personalities be far too different to carry on? ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirl #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in plottwist #1 in forbiddenlove #1 in bucketlist #1 in eroticromance #2 in romance #2 in steamy #2 in lovestory #3 in teenromance

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |

"Jaan, open the door... please," he begged, his fists pounding against the wood. "Please, Jaan, I can't breathe. Just let me see you once. I swear, baby, I won't force you to do anything. Just once... please," his voice broke as he cried. His family stood frozen in shock. This was the man who never showed emotions, the man who had never cried-not even once. The man the entire world feared. And yet, here he was, falling apart. Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside the room. His heart dropped. Panic surged through him as he banged on the door harder. "Jaan, open the door! I swear I'll break it if you don't. I'm counting to three, Jaan." "1..." "2..." "3..." But not hearing any replies, his patience broke, "I AM BREAKING IT, JAAN!" He threw his shoulder against the door with all his strength. Once. Twice. Then, with a powerful kick, the door burst open. The sight before him made his blood turn to ice. "Yanshi!" he screamed. The chair lay overturned. The dupatta was knotted above, swaying slightly, while her feet barely touched the floor. His world shattered in that single moment. He lunged forward, grabbing her legs with trembling hands- Too late. She was trying to hang herself. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ^᪲᪲᪲ What shattered Divyanshi to the point where death felt easier than living? ^᪲᪲᪲ Did he reach her in time-or was fate already decided? 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 🤌🏻✨