A Rebirth Love Story. Setting- 1870s Ancient India (when Britishers ruled upon India) Inaaya Sharma a 21 years old fresher who passion is only two things first, becoming a Archeologist and second, traveling off to new places all over the world. Whether it'd be an old temple or even an abondoned mansion. Fresh out of college she wanted to wander to new places and that's when she came across an abondoned mansion in Udaipur where Britishers used to live when India was under them. She wanted to explore that place for her fun but what she didn't know is that her destiny is completely going to change in that mansion and someone is waiting for her in other dimension or should I say from her past life. "Whose mansion is this, so big but so beautiful. I wish I could live in this kind of palace." God listened to her and her destiny changed. She found herself in the year 1870 when Britishers were the rulers. When she was trying to understand what was happening with her, she found herself in another dangerous situation because now a very cruel and ruthless Colonel Head Officer claimed to love her and wanted to marry her. ************************************** 🌸 "Henry Machester" 🔥 "yes, my love" 🌸 "wait, what? my love?" 🔥 "Yes, my love, my darling, my wife, my Inaaya Henry Machester." 🌸 "wait a second, when did I became your wife?" 🔥 "the moment my eyes fell on you, you were mine.So don't you even think of leaving your husband.Your husband is a very possessive man, he doesn't want his wife to look at any other man.So don't talk to any man other than me or I will give him slow but painful death in front of you and you don't want that, right?" 🌸 (inner thought) "god where have you sent me, why are you giving this punishment to me. Now how do I go back to my time and get rid of this delulu man." 🌸 "But we are not even married? How are you my husband?" 🔥 "We will, my love."

🥇Won 1st place in historical fiction and 2nd place in short story genre in rainbow awards🥇 It's a paranormal short story that is purely my imagination.. It has historical background in it. Try it to know how much love can be strong that it didn't care about anything not even time place or anything.

[Yandere male werewolf pack x reader] Your friend is a werewolf hunter. First, you never believed in the werewolf nonsense. But when he invites you for a hunt, you can't say no. But it goes horribly wrong, which results in you being kidnapped by them and holding hostage. They're all harsh and mean, but somehow they've got intrest in you and will do everything to claim you as theirs...

Maya only wanted noodles, Baahubali, and sleep. Instead, a storm shattered the night and dropped a half-dressed, furious ancient king into her living room. Not the actor. Not a dream. But Bhallaladeva himself. Alive. Armed. And looking at her like she was prey. One accidental cut on a replica crown becomes a blood-bond, dragging him from Mahishmati into her tiny apartment... and tying his fate to hers. He wants answers. He wants control. He wants her. When a stolen kiss at a Halloween party keeps his identity hidden, it does more than silence him; it awakens an obsession. Now Bhalla is learning her world...her rules...her body. Powerful, possessive, and fatally seductive, he'll do anything to return home- even if he must take her with him. But Maya's beginning to realise something far more dangerous; Some crossings can't be undone. Some kings don't let go. And some desires were never meant to exist... Especially when the villain chooses you.

"Four weeks are up, Zoravar, You promised me that after final Pooja, you'll send me back to mumbai" she said, her voice brittle. "I did the pooja. I'm leaving." Shourya stepped out from the shadows of the staircase, blocking the exit. He didn't move; he just loomed. She froze, looking from the younger brother to the elder. Zoravar stood by the window, his tailored suit sharp enough to cut. He didn't look at her; he looked at the mountains. "I have a flight in three hours," she snapped, reaching for the door handle. It didn't budge. "Unlock the door." Zoravar finally turned. His gaze was a slow, suffocating weight. "There is no flight. I had it removed from the schedule this morning." Navanya's heart hammered against her ribs. "You promised. You said one month and I'd be free!" "I lied," Zoravar said, his voice a terrifyingly calm thread of silk. "I needed you compliant for the ritual. Now that it's done, the truth is much simpler." "You can't keep me here," she whispered, her lungs tightening. Shourya stepped closer, his presence a wall of heat behind her. "We spent two years searching for those marks on your skin, sweetheart. You think we're letting you go back to a desk job in Mumbai?" "I'm a guest!" she cried. "Are you sure? Wife....." Zoravar corrected, his hand finally rising to graze the mole on her cheek with possessive slow-motion. "You're our wife, we are married during last ritual. you're our wife. Shourya and I are your husbands" "No, That never happened" she choked out. Zoravar leaned down, his breath over her ear. "Welcome home, My Queen. Don't bother screaming. The mountains don't have ears." #1 in #polygamy on 3rd June 2026 #2 in #controlling on 3rd June 2026

Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.

He promised to be the perfect gentleman. She promised to ruin him. Shreyash is the ultimate gentleman every parent wants. He is polite, intelligent, respectful, and blushes very easily. Back in college, he was the untouchable, brilliant senior and also Adhira's brother's best friend. Now, he's Adhira's husband, and he is determined to treat her with the utmost patience, care, and gentlemanly restraint. There's just one problem, Adhira is determined to be a thorn in his gentlemanly ways. Stubborn, demanding, and utterly unapologetic, Adhira knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is for her shy, tightly wound husband to finally snap. From deliberate teasing under the family dining table to cornering him against locked bedroom doors, she is on a relentless, sensual mission to completely shatter his polite boundaries. As Adhira pushes him closer and closer to the edge, and once the senior finally surrenders control... there is no going back. Tropes: Brother's best friend Popular girl x Smart Topper guy Badgirl x Goodboy (in bed) Virgin x Virgin

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

Ryan Romano has it all-wealth, power, control. A billionaire CEO feared by the world... But not even he knows what hides inside his own mind. Ryan suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, a split in his soul so deep, it created someone else. Someone darker. Someone dangerous. Someone who's hiding a girl inside his mansion... And Ryan has no idea. Ananya Das was supposed to be a stranger. Now, she's trapped in a secret room-his other side's obsession, his personal captive, his broken doll. She screams, but the walls don't talk. She prays, but Ryan-the real Ryan-never hears. But the question is... When he does find out- Will he save her? Or will he become the monster she fears most? ---

Don't leave me ... Please " After saying this, he fell on me . Then I heard soft sound of snoring . He slept ... I looked him and thought . "What was that? " Sara 23 years old, Indian girl. Studying and working as well lives with her beautiful family. She is kind, beautiful in and out and a smart girl. What happens when she visits her sister who lives in New York and found herself calling mummy by a stranger's child. Damon knight 28 years old, lives in New York Smart, handsome and very passionate man about his work. He has everything he wants but Love. What happens when he finds his son calling a random girl mummy in the pre-school? Oh! Did I mention Demon Knight has a four- year-old son?!