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Dev Anand means 'Joy of God'. True a that is what one can tell is the personality of Devanand Krishna, pure and selfless. Calm and tranquil. As a orphan living in a Ashram at the banks of life giving river Ganga he always felt that something is calling him to the far and beyond. Atleast that's what he thought when he got on the educational trip to Castle Ophola Da'Claire, not knowing how this small a week trip is going to change his entire perspective about the world of living and as well as maybe world of...... Dead ????? 








"What we do now ?" He bellowed looking at the black mass. "We run." I said stepping back. "Wait what ? It will kill others." He said stubbornly standing with a stupid curtain rod in his hands. "If don't run we will die you dunderhead." I said dragging him back to the door out of the dungeons.






"Guru ji. There is something sinister here. The Rudraksha beads. They.. They are blackening..... "






"Is this is how you will get rid of it." She asked as he looked at her like a idiot. "What I am supposed to get lemons and salt !" He replied looking bewildered at her while it looked she is a inch going insane. "Yeah. As well as go and get some water and sugar as well. It will make nice sherbet while waiting for the ghost." I added jokingly as the lights and devices flickered in our vincity. "Look like it didn't like your joke Anand." Dhruv let out a nervous chuckle as the black mass appeared above our heads.All Rights Reserved

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Aadhya-Dev:- A Sacred Bond by SSneha7

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.

The Sinful Arrangement | 18+ by Inkfics_

～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)

Love, Obsession & The Darkness In Between by authoreshuu

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

CHANDRALEKHA - The Beginning Of Destruction ✅ by LostMorpankh

BOOK 1 OF 'The WAR of Dynasties' SERIES ✨ Princess Chandralekha was born in a royal family and was promised to the wealthiest king, but little did she know that her would-be husband was a sadist. One by one he tortured and killed all of her family members right in front of her eyes. Dark forces were winning over everyone without anyone's knowledge when 'the saviour' was born in the Sun Dynasty. Read the exceptional journey of Princess Chandralekha. Would she be able to avenge the death of her family? Would 'the saviour' be able to fight these dark forces? •°•°•°•°•°• BLURB Raghav : "LOOK AT HER!" Khyati : "What do you want to show me?" Raghav : "Look at her bosom, and then look at yours. You want me to get lured by it, but for me a woman's breast signifies motherhood. A larger size can carry more milk, which means more nourishment to the child. That's why my mother Kali has huge breasts, because she feeds the entire universe with prosperity, abundance, grains and happiness." "And the womanhood that you are revealing to me, to seduce me, is the golden gate that holds the power to bring life into this world, and you want me to get attracted by it lusciously?" "You know the soul struggles to get a body and only a woman's uterus holds the power to nourish and build a baby's body, nurturing it with her own blood. This core is the passage that all of us have travelled to come into this world, and men ogle it with lewd gaze, huh! Our minds are fucked up, our mindset is ruined, but I am a Goddess worshipper. I worship Her womanhood, and I see her in every woman. No matter how many men have fucked you till now, but I see you as a Goddess. And you are my father's wife, my mother's soul will cry in heaven, if I get seduced by you today."

Truthfully Yours by belle_your_author

Sometimes an unexpected turnings in life leads to biggest blessings! And that's how Vir Singhania & Madhvi Mehta's story begun. "Truth or Dare ??," Raghu asked me while patting my shoulders as I was in my deep thoughts. "Truth," I said not wanting to get trapped in their daring jobs. "Dude.. come on!! You are boring," they yelled and I shook my head in a no. "Okay.." they said and were murmuring something to themselves.. Ughh.. out of my reach so I could hear practically nothing than murmers. I sighed at these idiots. Suddenly Shyam pulled me by hand and I sighed again. "I said I'll go with 'truth' ," I said to him sternly. "Yup but we shall make this game even fun," he said with his signature smirk of spoiling my life. "No- ", before i could say that I'm leaving this game, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist straight on my nerves. It was an injection. Everyone were shocked. My friend, Raghu punched Shyam as he pulled the injection away. I was feeling dizzy. "Cool man Raghu!! It's just truth serum. Let's make it a bit more realistic. He will not lie at all and we shall get a lot of information," he said devilishly but i couldn't react at all. I saw a smirk on his face. "Are you sure it is a truth serum or what ? He's fainting.." my another friend Manan said tapping my cheeks. I'm feeling pain all over my body and I tried to tell this to my friends but they were busy splattering water on my face and they tapped my cheeks. "Lets take him to tent before teacher sees," Shyam's voice echoed in my ears as I felt I'm no more under my brain's control. They left me alone in the tent. The next morning to my horror, I found myself being a sinner and who had lost all of the innocence of my life as well as Hers. ⚠️Trigger warning: I'm not promoting sexual abuse/drugs/teen pregnancy. This is one pure fiction adapted to create awareness on social evils. Based on imagination. Thank you & Continue reading to know how the miseries and mysteries unfold.

AJATSHATRU: The Son of Death by _itsvivi_

Hatred, aversion, threats, conspiracies, life-attempts were all that raged around him, since he stepped in to the kingdom of his late father. He bore them all with a smile, as if nothing hurt. But it did. It pained, scathed, seared through his bones for he craved to find the love and affection from that uncle of his who was supposed to be his well-wisher. They turned him down. Poisoned, exiled, burnt, insulted his family but he stayed quite. Coward, some would call him, to have forgiven so many. If only they had known, how he burnt his heart to warm the lives of others. How he hushed the scream in his soul to provide a world of peace to the others. He became the shelter of solace for his brothers, the pillar of support to his mother, the beacon of hope for the citizens. He cut through the roughest of terrains, passed through the darkest of hells, to reach his dream, 'Peace'. Life shattered him in his voyage but he kept his composure intact. Little did anyone realize, that there would be one breakpoint; one shatter-point where the calmest of all men would lose his control over his anger; one day when he would commit the most unthinkable of all crimes. And little did he know that even a million days spent on its repentance, would be unable to bring back the only things that he had called 'his'. This is his story. The story of Ajatshatru Yudhishthira, the son of Death.

The Haunted Fortress of Bhangarh: Book 1 by riyaguha95

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A False Picture by Random_writer_soul

Honesty is the foundation of love, but what happens when this foundation is tainted with obsession, possessiveness, hunger for power, and the darkness of the past? Will the love grow and become strong? Or will it get eaten inside, becoming a completely empty hollow, which is a false deception and just needs a strong blow to crumble down? . . Darkness is something that is right now covering me from all sides. And the worst part is that this darkness is also building up inside me, making me a whole vessel filled with darkness and nothing else. "Ma'am sir has summoned you in his room." The man in front of me stated this with his head bowed down. I am living in a jail where the luxury is like the tainted walls for me, devoid of any windows to escape. And the lavish food that I am eating here is slowly poisoning my soul.And the master of this man in front of me is the devil, who wore the mask of my lover, which is a false picture. I fell in love. . . "Love smile at me....." I have been hearing this sentence for a while in repeat. But do you know what sentence rings in my ears? It is "DIE, DIE AND DIE" nothing else because that is what a devil does right kill you slowly. But in my luck this devil infornt me is killing me slowly pouring his dark love which is blind obsession and nothing else. "Manisha love get up.....Pleae smile at me." I hate this face that is in front of me, which is looking somewhat like an innocent lover who is craving love from his better half. "Never in this lifetime, Mr. Abhisekh." And then darnkess surrounded me once again. . .. If you wish to explore more before and after scene of this shot then dig in the book and save it it get notification for any update.

Her Nightmare [COMPLETED] by wittywrits

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Aadhya-Dev:- A Sacred Bond

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.