Between the Lines: Desire in the Boardroom
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Last published Mon, May 19, 2025
In the heart of Mumbai's bustling corporate world, Maddy and Akshay walk a tightrope between professional decorum and forbidden desire. Amid conservative colleagues, office politics, and the watchful eyes of society, stolen glances over chai cups and secret meetings in shadowed conference rooms ignite a slow-burning passion. As boundaries blur and control shifts, they must decide if risking it all is worth the fire that threatens to consume them both.
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"CHAHAT - a story where love is obsession, and revenge tastes sweeter than justice." She's the princess of Jodhpur, the fire that lights every room. He's a broken man cloaked in shadows, working in silence, waiting for his moment. She loved first, with a madness that borders on obsession. He's falling harder, even as he plots her family's ruin. They say opposites attract-but what happens when fire and ice burn in the same flame? A royal love story twisted by betrayal, obsession, and secrets. Enter a world where desi passion meets mafia darkness, where love is a weapon, and trust is a luxury. Tropes ~ • Dark romance • Desi royal touch • Stalker • MMl hidden identity • princess of jodhpur × Father's Assistant. • Revenge • She fall first he fall harder • Forced Marriage This book doesn't contain cheating or toxic relationships I don't support these themes. Ranks.. 08/12/25 #8 on wattpad
𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗛𝗥𝗔 (𝗠𝗫𝗠)
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Tied By Fate
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The Veil Of The Lost Princess
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ . ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ,ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ-ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟɪꜱɪᴏɴ-ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ .
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He was just another client - a married man with guilty eyes and a wedding ring that didn't stop him from wanting me. I was paid to make him forget his vows. But I never planned to find her. His wife, Anjana - beautiful, magnetic, and quietly starving for passion. I watched her. Befriended her. Then I showed her what her husband was missing... and what she had been denying herself. Now, she's no longer the quiet, obedient wife. She's the flame that burns her husband's every boundary. And when she takes her maid Roopa under her wing, our story becomes something else entirely - women rising, teasing fate, rewriting what power and pleasure mean. Because I don't just seduce for pleasure. I seduce to awaken.
𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀 : 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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Maybe Tomorrow
Not every love story starts with sparks. Some begin with silence and set the soul on fire. She's not here to fall in love- just hide, heal, and drink terrible coffee in peace. He's not here to be seen- just disappear into Goa's quiet corners with his secrets intact. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. A runaway dog. A bookstore. A fire. And a kiss that ruins all their careful distance. He's the mystery she wasn't looking for. She's the chaos he never planned to survive. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next.
"CHAHAT - a story where love is obsession, and revenge tastes sweeter than justice." She's the princess of Jodhpur, the fire that lights every room. He's a broken man cloaked in shadows, working in silence, waiting for his moment. She loved first, with a madness that borders on obsession. He's falling harder, even as he plots her family's ruin. They say opposites attract-but what happens when fire and ice burn in the same flame? A royal love story twisted by betrayal, obsession, and secrets. Enter a world where desi passion meets mafia darkness, where love is a weapon, and trust is a luxury. Tropes ~ • Dark romance • Desi royal touch • Stalker • MMl hidden identity • princess of jodhpur × Father's Assistant. • Revenge • She fall first he fall harder • Forced Marriage This book doesn't contain cheating or toxic relationships I don't support these themes. Ranks.. 08/12/25 #8 on wattpad
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