Forecedproximity Stories

My fingers curled into his t-shirt as I kissed him back, matching his intensity, my anger melting into raw emotion. He pulled back just enough for his lips to brush my ear. "If you slap me again..." he murmured darkly, grabbing my jaw, "I'll fuck you until you won't be able to walk. I promise." A shiver raced through me. I cupped his neck. "I hope you're as good at keeping promises as you are at making them." ______ Some men are born into violence. Ekansh Virk was raised by it. Delhi's underworld whispers his name like a prayer and a curse. He is Dhanush Ahlawat's blade - silent, precise, and merciless. No conscience. No weakness. No woman has ever made him feel anything but contempt. Until her. Aayesha Ahlawat. His Boss Dhanush Ahlawat's sister. She wears her defiance like silk, too sharp, too reckless, and infuriatingly untouched by the darkness that owns him. One accidental glance, and his restraint begins to bleed. And when she calls him "brother's slave" with that wicked smile, something inside him snaps. She wants to provoke the Beast but has no idea what she's awakening. "You want to provoke me, princess? Let me show you what happens when a Beast stops pretending to be a man." She makes him want to ruin her in the most exquisite ways, just to remind her who truly owns the dark. Every insult makes him harder. Every challenge tightens the leash around his control until it frays. He imagines her beneath him...not gently, not kindly but claimed. Her wrists pinned, her breath stolen and her sharp mouth finally silenced by his name moaning on her lips. But she is forbidden. And that makes the wanting worse. He's buried men alive. He's watched fire consume everything in its path. But resisting Aayesha is a war he's losing breath by breath, sin by sin. Because some temptations don't just break rules. They burn loyalties to ash. Forbidden Temptations - Beginning of the Sin. (Sins of Temptation Series #1) Where obedience ends. And obsession begins.

They're rivals. Simple as that. But when a text becomes late night calls that turns into hotels booked under fake names, the lines begin to blur. The fire can only burn for so long until reality sets in and unwanted feelings surface.

IAS Officer Aira Verma lives by rules. Commissioner Arjun Rathore lives by discipline. Both are married to duty, allergic to attachments, and absolutely uninterested in anyone telling them what to do. Until a routine orphanage visit changes everything. A two-year-old girl with trauma in her eyes clings to Aira and whispers "mamma." And then reaches for Arjun and calls him "papa." The doctors say separating them could break her. The warden says fate has made its choice. Aira and Arjun? They insist they want nothing to do with each other. But the child they were forced to care for slowly forces them to confront their own walls, their loneliness, and the bond forming between them. They didn't choose this child. They didn't choose each other. Yet destiny-messy, stubborn, and beautifully tangled-chooses them anyway.