𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬
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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
He was used to being feared, obeyed, and never questioned.
His world was built on control, pride, and unshakable authority. Love was never part of the plan.
She, on the other hand, carried gentleness in her voice and faith in her heart. She didn't try to overpower him. She didn't demand his attention.
She simply spoke.
And in the quietest moments - between stolen glances and unspoken feelings - her whisper began to reach the parts of him no one ever could.
This is a story of a man who never believed in love...
and a woman who never stopped believing in it.
Because sometimes, it's not loud confessions or grand gestures that change a heart -
it's the softest whisper that tames the strongest soul.
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It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝟏𝟖+
[ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ♬♩♪♩] ⚠ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 "It's okay, love. I won't hurt you," Raj tried to reassure me, his voice soft, but I couldn't believe him. I shakily stood up, trying to put more distance between us. "Please, Lavanya, relax. You're not well," he said, stepping forward again, but I cried harder, the fear choking me. "Don't come near me, you monster!" I screamed, clutching a knife I grabbed from the fruit bowl, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Raj froze, his face a mix of heartbreak and desperation. "Please, love, calm down," he begged, his voice breaking. The door burst open, and Riya, Varun, Naman, and Dev rushed into the room. "Please, help me!" I screamed at them, feeling trapped. "Lavanya, it's us. We're not a threat," Riya said softly, trying to approach me, but her words didn't register. They were all monsters in my eyes. "If you come near me, I'll kill myself!" I threatened, the knife shaking in my hand. Raj's eyes widened in fear. "Okay, okay! Just put the knife down, love. Please, just put it down," he pleaded, signaling the others to back off. Tears blurred my vision as I sobbed. "I want to go home. Please, let me go," I begged, feeling utterly broken. --- 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 ( 𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 ( 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧).... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠📖Complete
Broken dil,Silent ishq | 18+
Book-1 in the obsession series I told her not to wake me. I told her again and again, but she never learns. Every time she opens her mouth, every time she looks at him, something inside me burns. And tonight, I'm done warning.I press the knife against her chest and whisper, "I told you not to wake me... now see, what you did with yourself." Her eyes widen, tears mixing with sweat as the blade cuts deeper. She tries to grab my wrist, but I push harder, feeling the resistance fade under my hand. The sound of her gasp hits my ears, trembling, desperate-but all I feel is calm. Strange, but true. The deeper the knife goes, the quieter my thoughts become.He's mine. Not just his smile. Not just his body. Him-every breath, every heartbeat, every thought. Mine. And I don't share what's mine.She screams. The noise shakes through the room, sharp, irritating. "Ananya... you're doing wron-" Before she can finish, I push the blade all the way through her chest. The words die on her lips, replaced by silence."I don't like raised voices," I mutter, watching the light fade from her eyes. My voice sounds strange, lower than usual, almost satisfied. She falls back-limp, lifeless-eyes still open, like she's still trying to question me.The blood spreads across the floor, slow and uneven, and I kneel there, staring at it. This... this is peace. This is what quiet feels like. No begging. No pleading. Just me. And soon, him. No one can keep him like I can.I wipe the blade clean on her dress, stand up, and breathe deeply. The air smells sharp, metallic, real. My heart's steady again. The trembling's gone. Finally, again...only mine. She is not just a CEO but a devil who kills someone if they try to come in between them.When he will get to know her real, will his love break her darkness... or will his warmth be enough to meet her the real herself?
She Drew Stars Around My Scars
"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.Complete
Hate Me, Love Me
Kanchi Rajmanar-a name that commands fear and respect in every corner of the business world. At 26, she is a self-made billionaire, ruling over casinos, bars, restaurants, and dominating the construction and fashion industries. Yet, despite her empire and power, Kanchi's true strength lies in her unwavering love for her family. The daughter of the most powerful politician, she would beg, fight, or destroy anyone to protect her father, elder brother, and bhabhi-her pillars of support. Once, Kanchi dreamed of a fairy-tale love, believing in the magic of forever. But after a devastating breakup, she locked her heart away, refusing to trust anyone again. However, the true turning point came when she was just 18-when her beloved mother was brutally murdered. That loss turned her heart to stone, leaving behind a woman who fears nothing and no one... except the memory of her mother. Now, she is cold, ruthless, and untouchable-yet beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart that once longed for love. But in a world where power dictates survival, will she ever let herself feel again? Devarath Suryawanshi- The name that commands both fear and respect. At 28, he is the ruthless Chief Minister of Jaipur, ruling Indian politics with an iron fist. Expressionless and untouchable, he despises physical contact and keeps his distance from his family, especially his mother. Though the world sees a dignified politician, beneath the surface lies a darker truth. In the underworld, he is Lucifer, the unseen ruler of Spain's mafia. No one has ever seen his face, yet his name alone sends shivers down spines. Haunted by a past he never speaks of, Devarath suppresses every emotion, believing love to be the greatest weakness. Trust is a luxury he refuses to afford-because in his world, betrayal is always inevitable.Complete
His Treasure | 18+ ( On hold )
Prologue - His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him. "Overreacting?" he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, seeing another man lay even a finger on you? You're mine, Riya. Only mine." Her tears began to fall freely now, streaking down her cheeks. She didn't dare move, her body froze under the weight of his possessiveness. "I didn't mean to upset you," she said softly, her voice trembling. His grip loosened slightly as he stared into her tearful eyes. For a moment, the fire in his gaze softened, replaced by something deeper, darker. Without warning he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was fierce, desperate, a raw display of his dominance and his need to claim her. Riya gasped against his lips, her tears mingling with the intensity of the moment. Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, but he didn't let her go. Instead, his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he was afraid she might slip away. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, and his voice softened, though it still carried the edge of his obsession. "I don't know how to love softly, Riya. My love for you is a fire, and it will burn anyone who dares come close. Even, if you let them." -----
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥? 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" .......................................................... The house was quiet in the dark night. In the dimly lit corridor Viraj had cornered Shreya. Her breath grew uneven as Viraj stepped closer. His dark eyes held hers, filled with something she didn't want to name. Viraj slowly touched her face and mumbled "Tell me to stop and I will" "Viraj..." she whispered, but it only made him move nearer. The warmth of his breath could be felt against her lips, his fingers brushing against her wrist, sending shivers down her spine. She knew this was wrong and she knew they should stop. But when his lips finally touched hers, she didn't pull away. ................................................................. WARNING This is a forbidden love story where a man named Viraj falls for his Sister in law Shreya. This story is only for mature audiencesComplete
Borrowed By Him
~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧- 𝐄 - 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 1 Saanjh's family is in deep debt, and a dangerous man is after her. To save them, she signs a one-year marriage contract with the cold billionaire, Abhraman Sisodiya. She thinks he is her savior, but she's wrong. Abhraman has been obsessed with her for years, and he created this trap just to own her. Now, she is locked in his mansion with a man who will never let her go.
It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
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