26 Chapters
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2 (18+)
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4 (18+)
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
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Chapter 16
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 18
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Chapter 19
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Chapter 20
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Chapter 21
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Chapter 22
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Chapter 23
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Chapter 24
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Chapter 25
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Chapter 26
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Chapter 27
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Chapter 28
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Chapter 29
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Chapter 30 (18+)
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Chapter 31
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Chapter 32 (18+)
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Chapter 33
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Chapter 34
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Chapter 35
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Chapter 36
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Chapter 37
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Chapter 38 (18+)
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Chapter 39
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Chapter 40 (18+)
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Chapter 41
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Chapter 42
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Chapter 43 (18+)
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Chapter 44
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Chapter 45 (18+)
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Chapter 46
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Chapter 47
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Chapter 48 (18+)
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Chapter 49
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Chapter 50 (18+)
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Chapter 51
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Chapter 52
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Chapter 53
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Chapter 54
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Chapter 55
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Chapter 56
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Chapter 57
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Epilogue
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So This is Love
Kabir Gill, the COO of a powerful London-based multinational, had turned his back on a life built on ancestral land and family pride, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Distance was his refuge. This city, this country, this skyline of steel and glass, all of it helped him forget the one memory that still haunted the soil he once called home. So he buried himself beneath meetings, boardrooms, numbers… and silence. And then there was Meher Kaur Sandhu, sunshine wrapped in simplicity. A girl whose only dream was to fly high enough to rescue her family from the weight of their debts. To study. To work. To earn. To give her father back his dignity. Two different skies. One storm-written destiny. He considers Meher responsible for one unfinished page of his past, but the poor girl is completely unaware of this burden. She knew his past. She knew the damage. She knew the shadows he carried and still, fate tied them together in a marriage neither of them had chosen, yet both of them slowly began to breathe inside. Until the day everything cracked. That evening, the house was too quiet. Kabir unlocked the door, and for the first time in months, there was no soft laughter echoing down the hallway, no quick footsteps rushing to greet him, no bright voice filling the air with careless chatter. Only… silence. Heavy. Unsettling. Wrong. “Meher?” His voice echoed. He found her in the kitchen, standing absolutely still in front of the burning stove. Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flame, unblinking. Unmoving. As if she had turned to stone. “Meher… what happened?” He stepped closer cautiously, as if afraid she might shatter. She didn’t look at him. “I want a divorce.” Four words. Softly spoken. Brutally final. For a second, his breath stopped. The world tilted. The firelight flickered across her face and across the walls but inside him, everything went dark. This was the woman who had unknowingly stitched life back into his broken heart. The girl who had made him remember how to smile, how to exist again. And now… she wanted to leave. “I won’t stay here,” her voice steady while her heart bled with his just one word that was eating her from inside that she now wanted to go away from here and him because if she won't then she might lose herself too as she had already lost him or maybe he was never hers but just an illusion she was living into. She continued, “I don’t want your money. I don’t want alimony. I don’t even want UK citizenship. I just… want to go home.” She finally looked up straight into his eyes. And Kabir felt it. Something inside him break. But his face… remained calm. Expressionless. Controlled. Only his eyes betrayed the storm rising within. “You want a divorce,” he repeated quietly as if tasting the words. As if each syllable cut into him. “Yes.” Her fingers trembled but she didn’t let them show. “Fine,” he said, almost too gently. “Let’s go to the room and discuss the clauses and terms.” And that shattered her already broken heart into countless pieces. He took her hand. She instantly pulled free. “Kabir, I said I don’t want anything from you. Please. Just… don’t make this harder.” He turned back to her, slow, unreadable and before she could step away, the ground seemed to vanish from beneath her. She gasped. She was suddenly hoisted over his shoulder, the world tilting upside-down. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face. “Kabir! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!” Her voice shook with anger, confusion, fear… and something else she couldn’t name. He didn’t say a word. And then…. that sharp jolt of spank. Her voice vanished. Her body stilled, stunned. His voice came low. Controlled. Unyielding. “You want a divorce, right? Then we’ll discuss it properly.” A pause. “On the bed.” The words weren’t playful. They weren’t teasing. They were heavy like a promise… or a threat he didn’t yet understand himself. He carried her down the hallway, his grip firm but never cruel, every step echoing the battle inside his chest. Meher squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the tears burning behind them. He set her down on the silk sheets, hands lingering on her hips before releasing. Rising slowly, eyes locked on hers, he undid his shirt buttons with deliberate laziness, revealing taut muscle and warm skin. His jaw ticked with restraint. Meher’s breath hitched, lips parting on a soft gasp, cheeks flushing as she bit her lower lip, eyes wide in confusion and desire that she was trying to bury but his perfect toned chest peeking through the open buttons are not helping her to bury it again. Kabir leaned in, his heat brushing her skin, breath teasing her neck. “So… you want a divorce,” he murmured, smirking faintly. “Perfect. Let’s discuss it properly.” Another button slipped free. “Face-to-face.” He hovered close, chest grazing hers with every breath, scent enveloping her. Meher whimpered softly, “Kabir!” back arching toward him, fingers clutching the sheets. His voice dropped, rough with promise: “And… skin-to-skin.” ||A/N: This book will become paid after a certain number of chapters.||
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In Her Eyes (complete ✅)
This is the prequel to Mr. Chief Minister but it’s a complete standalone story, as it will focus on Ruhanika’s parents, Shekhar and Naintara. 💫📖 They say marriage is just a word. But only those who live it know how heavy that one word truly is, how much of life, love, and loss it carries in its folds. Naintara understood that weight the day her father whispered two quiet pieces of advice into her ear before her vidaai. His words were simple, yet they stayed with her like invisible chains she would never be able to shake. Now, wrapped in the delicate shimmer of her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny. Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen his face once, in a black-and-white photograph printed in a newspaper, a few weeks before her wedding. A man of calm eyes and cold posture. And tonight, she was to meet him not as a stranger… but as a wife. Her heart raced at the thought. She could still hear her friends’ teasing laughter, the girlish giggles, the promises that the first night of marriage would be the most beautiful night of her life. Her cheeks turned crimson beneath the veil. Like every young bride, she had dreamed of love that bloomed slowly, tenderly, of hands that would hold her, of a voice that would call her name softly. More than anything, she was happy that she would no longer be alone. Since her mother’s death, her world had been small, just her father, his silence, and her own loneliness. But now, that would change. She would have a family. A home. And someone who will be the reason for all…..him. The man she had never met. The man she was now bound to for life. Her pulse quickened as she heard footsteps outside. For a fleeting second, she lifted her veil and looked toward the door. Then, shyly, she lowered it again, heart thundering in her chest. And then, the door opened. For one fragile, fleeting heartbeat, she imagined everything she’d ever been told, the tenderness, the warmth, the beginning of something beautiful. But what came next was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice cut through the still air like a blade. “What are you doing in my room?” The venom in his tone made her flinch. Before she could even process his words, Shekhar’s hand gripped her wrist, his hold firm, unforgiving. “Wh…what have I done?” she stammered, her voice trembling. He didn’t answer. He dragged her off the bed, his movements cold and mechanical, a man punishing a crime she didn’t understand. She barely managed to catch her breath before he pushed her toward the door. And then, with finality that split her heart in two, he said, “There’s no place for you in my life or my room. You’re only Jagdish Raichand’s daughter-in-law… not my wife.” The door slammed shut.
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Raqs-e-junoon (18+)
She had been burning for days. Her body ached with a hunger so vicious it clawed at her insides. The last time Uzair had touched her, really touched her, they’d been seconds away from him burying himself balls deep inside her when some urgent shadow from his world ripped him away. Since then he’d vanished into smoke and silence, leaving her alone with the throbbing, relentless need between her thighs. Sexual starvation had turned her mind feral. Zaid, his right-hand man, finally let slip the one piece of mercy she craved: Uzair would be home tonight. She’d been pacing their bedroom like a starved lioness since before midnight, silk nightgown clinging to sweat-damp skin, hair wild, bare feet wearing grooves into the marble. Every tick of the clock felt like a lash against her nerves. She needed him. Needed his hands bruising her hips, his mouth devouring her throat, his cock stretching her until the world dissolved. The door finally creaked open and Yusra froze mid-step, breath snagging. Uzair stood framed in the doorway, head to toe soaked in fresh blood. Crimson streaked his sharp jaw, matted his black shirt to every carved muscle, dripped from his knuckles onto the floor. He looked like violence given human shape. Lethal. Beautiful. Ruined. Her mouth went dry. Her pulse slammed between her legs. She should have been horrified. She wasn’t. Heat exploded low in her belly, sharp and obscene. Her nipples tightened painfully against the silk. Her core clenched so hard she nearly moaned aloud. The sight of him like this dangerous, untamed, painted in someone else’s death lit her up worse than any gentle caress ever had. She wanted to lick the blood from his throat. She wanted to ride him until neither of them could breathe. Uzair’s eyes locked on her. He saw her stillness, the blank mask she wore, and mistook it for fury. For disgust. His jaw clenched; he thought she hated him for coming home like this. He was wrong. Yusra stalked toward him, eyes glittering, hips swaying with predatory grace. She didn’t stop until their bodies were inches apart, the coppery scent of blood mixing with his familiar dark musk. She snatched the gun from the back of his waistband in one fluid motion. Uzair braced himself, waiting for the explosion, the screaming, the accusations, the end of whatever fragile thread still tied them together. Instead she pressed the barrel under his chin, tilting his face down to hers. Her voice came out low, trembling with raw need. “If you walk out again today to kill someone or do your illegal shit without fucking me senseless…..remember this.” Her lips brushed his as she finished, “I will shove this gun up your ass and pull the trigger myself.” ||This book will be turn paid after a few chapters||
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Madam Prime Minister
Second part of MR. CHIEF MINISTER The doors of the Prime Minister’s private chamber burst open. She turns sharply, “What are you…..” But the words choke in her throat. He doesn’t speak. Not a single word. In three furious strides he crosses the room, seizes her in his arms, and crushes her against his chest with a hunger that has been starving for long. His grip is iron, possessive, unyielding, trembling with everything he’s held back. Her hands fist in his shirt, half pushing, half pulling, but her body betrays her, melting into his heat. “You shouldn't be here. What if someone sees you here?” He didn't answer with words, he answered by lifting her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pinned her hard against the nearest wall before she even could blink. The impact jars a gasp from her lips. “I don't give a fuck.” he growls low, forehead pressed to hers, breath ragged and hot. “And I don’t want to hear about politics, the country, or any damn crisis. I only want to hear my wife.” And his mouth claims hers in the next heartbeat, fierce, devouring, no gentleness left. It’s a kiss born of long separation, of buried promises and swallowed longing And when his lips finally claim hers, the line between power and love blurs dangerously. His tongue swept into her mouth without warning, claiming every inch like he was starving and she was the only thing that could satisfy him. She kissed him back with equal ferocity, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scraping through the fabric as if she could tear it off with sheer will. No hesitation. No fear of consequences. Just raw, desperate hunger that had been locked away too long. Her hips rocked against him instinctively, grinding down on the hard length pressing between her thighs. A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest. He shifted his grip, one hand sliding under her saree, fingers finding bare skin and then higher, stroking the damp heat between her legs through thin fabric. She moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another bruising kiss. A sharp knock echoed through the chamber and they both froze for half a second. "Madam," came the crisp, professional voice of her personal assistant from the other side of the heavy door, "the Defence Minister is waiting for the meeting. He has been ready for the last five minutes." Their lips parted with a wet sound. Breaths came in harsh pants. Eyes locked. His were dark, burning, daring her. Challenging her. Telling her without a single word that her next sentence would decide what kind of orgasm she would get… or whether she would spend the rest of the day drowning in sexual frustration. She swallowed hard. Tried to steady her breathing but failed. "Ask him….," she called back, voice huskier than she intended. She cleared her throat once. ".... to wait ten minutes. I need... ten more minutes." A brief pause outside. "Yes, Madam." The sound of retreating footsteps echoed. The moment the footsteps faded, his mouth crashed back onto hers. Harder this time. Hungrier. Like her words had just snapped the last thread of his restraint. ||This book will become paid after a few free chapters.||
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Her Italian Stallion 18+
He rolls off her, chest still thundering, cock slick and heavy as he drops beside her on the ruined silk. She’s wrecked, legs trembling, pussy still pulsing from the brutal orgasms he forced out of her. Her full breasts heave with every desperate gulp of air, nipples dark and swollen, wild black hair plastered to her damp skin, mouth open in a silent scream that hasn’t quite faded. She hasn’t even caught her breath when his big hands clamp around her waist like steel. He yanks her up and over him in one possessive jerk, forcing her thighs to straddle his hips. His palm cracks down hard on her ass…once, twice…sharp stinging slaps that make her hiss and arch. “Come on, Amore mio.” His voice low and dark with challenge, eyes burning into hers. "Your turn now. Ride your favorite Italian stallion. Show me what a queen like you can do when she takes the reins.” Her eyes flash fury, lust, challenge. She grinds down slow and deliberate, coating his thick length in her wetness, teasing him right back. Two unbreakable tyrants. One bed that’s about to become a battlefield. No safe words. No surrender. Only raw, filthy power fucking until one of them cracks or they burn the whole world down together. In the shadowed empire of the underworld, Alessandro Moretti reigns as the merciless Italian Don…ruthless, untouchable, and always in control. Across the glittering battlefield of high-stakes business, Aarika Singh commands her own domain…..a practical, cutthroat queen who bows to no one. When their worlds collide, sparks ignite into something far more dangerous than rivalry: raw, consuming hunger. Two unbreakable wills. Two thrones built on power and blood. One explosive collision that will either forge the ultimate empire... or burn them both to ash. In a game where surrender is never an option, the only question left is: who will break first?
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Inquilab (English) complete ✅
Heer was sitting quietly on the bed, nervous and still hidden behind her veil. I sat down slowly beside her. Many thoughts and emotions were swirling within me, but I did not want to frighten her further. She already seemed deeply anxious. The tight fist with which she held her dupatta was proof enough of that. Gently, I lifted her veil. For a moment my breath stopped. Heer looked breathtaking. So beautiful that I could not even find words for it. The glow on her face outshone the jewelry she wore. Shyness and nervousness were clearly visible on her face, yet she shone brighter than any ornament. I wanted to drown in those same eyes that had captivated me that night and then in the library. But her lowered lashes left that wish unfulfilled. Softly I lifted her chin with my fingers so she would look at me. But Heer shut her eyes even tighter. With a faint smile I asked, “Will you not even look at me now?” But the tears that slipped from her eyes and the words that followed pierced straight through my heart. “Why? Will you give me another punishment now? I have already suffered the punishment for speaking against you in the form of this marriage. What punishment will I receive now for not looking at you?” This is a story from the time when India was enslaved under British rule, when battles for freedom were being fought every day. In the midst of that struggle, a British officer not only fell in love with a Punjabi girl named Heer, but married her as well. But what will happen when he discovers that the revolutionaries he fights day and night include his own wife, who is secretly fighting for India’s freedom?
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Sin and Salvation (18+)
🔞🔞🔞🔞 He knows he shouldn’t think about her. Prachi is forbidden. Pure. Untouchable. But every time he sees her, the temptation burns hotter, twisting deeper under his skin. No matter how hard Dev fights it, she invades his dreams every single night. Desperate to forget her, he buries himself in other women, fucking them raw just to erase her face from his mind. He loses himself in anonymous sexting apps, whispering filthy promises to strangers, all in a hopeless attempt to escape the one girl he can’t have. Even the tiny mole nestled between her breasts haunts him, driving him insane with lust. Yet the more he tries to push Prachi away, the stronger his hunger for her grows. He knows she doesn’t belong in his darkness. She is too innocent, too good for the twisted desires raging inside him. But what happens when he discovers that the sweet, innocent Prachi he craves is hiding the same scorching darkness deep within? That same raw hunger burns inside her too. She wants to surrender to every wicked temptation, to let it consume her completely… but she’s terrified of being judged, of being labeled with dirty names if anyone ever finds out. Will Prachi ever learn that the dark fantasies she aches to explore have been filled with her all along? That Dev has been tormented by visions of her for months, imagining her in every sinful scenario? And if she does find out… will she ever be brave enough to share her deepest, filthiest desires with the one man who already owns them in his mind? Find out in this scorching, forbidden erotic tale that will leave you breathless and aching for more. ||This book is the sequel of SUFI'S SERENADE and prequel of SO THIS IS LOVE . But all three books can be read stand alone||
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His Shareek-E-Hayat
The Story of Childhood Enemies Divided by religion but united by their broken souls. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Marry me." Veer said, nonchalantly sipping his coffee. "Excuse me?" Noor asked in disbelief. "Are you even deaf now?" "I will never marry you. Not even in my nightmare." "Just a contract marriage for a year. otherwise marrying you? huh... never." "What do you think of yourself, Veer Singh Randhawa? Nikkah is not a joke." She replied, fuming in anger. "I know that's why I'm choosing you. You hate me as much as I hate you. So you will never fall for my charms, and you are rich, so you will never agree to this contract just for money. simple." He replied, flashing his toothy smile. "Breathing the same air with you is poisonous for me; how could you even imagine that I would ever agree with such nonsense of yours? I would prefer to die rather than be your fake wife." She replied, getting up from her seat and storming out. ____________________________ "Bhai-bhaijaan (brother). He is ve-veer my husband." She shuttered, and her brother was enraged in anger. "You know he is a Hindu." Her brother asked with a clenched jaw. "ye-yes..." Before she could complete her sentence, her brother raised his hand to slap her, and she closed her eyes. but the blow never hit her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Veer holding her brother's hand. "Mr. Shah, no one has a right to raise his or her hand on my wife, Noor Veer Singh Randhawa. Not even her brother." Veer said, smiling, and left his hand.
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His Sapphire 18+
She tugged sharply on the cuff. My eyes snapped open instantly. She was already sitting up, pulling against the chain. “Unlock this,” she said flatly. “I need the bathroom.” I smirked, stretching lazily even though every muscle felt wired. “I didn’t cuff you to unlock easily, sweetheart. Whatever happens now happens like this.” She gave me a deadly glare that should have burned holes through me. But I just smiled wider. “Elijah!” She called my name in a warning tone. “The choice is yours,” I said with a smirk, raising my eyebrows. She huffed, stood, and dragged me with her toward the en-suite bathroom. I followed without resistance, enjoying the way the short chain forced her to stay close, her hip brushing mine with every step. Inside, she stopped in front of the toilet, arms crossed, waiting. I leaned against the wall, arms folded, not moving an inch. Her eyes narrowed. “Turn around.” “Nope.” She stared at me for a long beat. Then, with a roll of her eyes that screamed fuck you without words, she hiked up the dress, sat, and did what she needed to do. I watched shamelessly the whole time, drinking in the flush creeping up her neck, the way her thighs pressed together, the stubborn set of her jaw. When she finished she stood, washed her hands, then turned to me. “I need to shower.” I tilted my head. “Then shower.” “Unlock me.” I shook my head slowly. “Elijah…..” “Why don’t you just shower with me attached? We’re going to be sleeping together eventually. What’s a little water between future bedmates?” Her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile. “You really think seeing you naked is going to make me lose control?” “I think seeing me naked might make you beg. But we’ll see.” I challenged her. She rolled her eyes again, harder this time, then reached behind her back and unzipped the dress in one smooth motion. The fabric slid down her body like liquid, pooling at her feet. My breath caught. If I say she is very beautiful, even that would be an understatement. Her skin was a canvas of ink. Tattoos everywhere……sharp, intricate lines curling over her ribs, her hip, the curve of her spine, disappearing beneath black lace she started removing. More than I’d ever seen on any man in my crew. More than most mafia enforcers carried. Even though I don't have that many tattoos on my body either. Each one looked like it had a story carved into her flesh. I arched a brow, impressed despite myself. “You wear your kills like jewelry.” She didn’t answer. Just stepped under the rainfall showerhead and turned the water on. I followed, stripping out of my sweatpants as I went, letting them hit the floor. The chain clinked as I stepped in behind her. Hot water cascaded over us both. She ignored me completely, tipping her head back to wet her hair, hands smoothing over her scalp like I wasn’t even there. But I was and I was looking. Every curve. Every tattoo. Every inch of skin glistening under the spray. My cock was already rock-hard, aching from a night of denial. She didn’t look at me once and I could no longer hold myself back. I wrapped my free hand around myself and started stroking. Slow at first. Then harder. The sound of water masked the rough rhythm, but my breathing grew ragged anyway.
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Once upon a Christmas eve
What if a single act of kindness on Christmas Eve becomes someone’s reason to live? Something like this happened years ago with a ten-year-old Sebastian: homeless, starving, and alone, when a eight-years-old little girl gave him her Christmas present money and her pendant so he could buy food and a coat to survive the biting cold. That one act of kindness gave Sebastian a hope that had long died within him with his parents. And today, years later, that hungry boy has become a powerful businessman. Yet every day, he searches for that girl: Bella, to thank her and return her pendant. But fate plays strange games… the Bella he has been searching for everywhere is closer than he thinks. Will he ever find her? To know, read my book. As destiny begins to weave its magic, will their paths cross again? And if they do, what words could possibly express the gratitude, the longing, and the love that has grown in his heart? This heartwarming tale of kindness, gratitude, and the power of second chances will remind you that even the smallest acts can change a life forever. A story of resilience, kindness, and the magic of Christmas, this tale reminds us that even in the coldest moments, the smallest gestures can light the way home.
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Mr. Chief Minister (complete ✅)
The Saga of Politics, Love, Betrayals, Duties, and Responsibilities •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Congratulations, Abhiraaj, you are going to become a father," Tejasvini said, hugging her son, but he was shocked. 'How could this happen?' he thought. He looked at her. Her cheeks are already stained with tears. When everyone left, he asked with an expressionless face, "The child is his?" Her world stopped, and she felt like someone stabbed her heart. Her heart shattered in a million pieces, and she felt broken for the first time. She never felt like this, even after so many betrayals. More tears welled up in her eyes. His back is facing her. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He never imagined that, above all, she would ever betray him like this, that she would be unfaithful in this marriage.
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Naina Ashq Na Ho (complete ✅)
“SOME PROMISES ARE WRITTEN IN LETTERS, OTHERS IN TEARS.” At just nineteen, Kaynat is married to a man she has never seen, Major Arjun Jai Singh of the Indian Army. Left behind with nothing but his letters, she learns the loneliness of being a soldier’s wife. Two years pass in silence, until fate brings her face-to-face with a stranger who awakens feelings she cannot deny… But when truths unfold and love collides with duty, Kaynat must confront her heart, her vows, and the cruel hand of destiny. Naina Ashq Na Ho is a poignant tale of longing, sacrifice, and the price of love in the shadow of war.
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Never Say Never (complete)
Samriddhi is a hardworking girl whose only dream is to make her mother proud. In her life, her mother's failed married life created the biggest insecurities in her life. The only thing she is afraid of is getting committed to or falling for someone. She is afraid of getting attached because her insecurities and fears always make her think that she will end up like her mother. She has the same fate as her mother. But as we know, destiny always plays games, and this happened to her when Henry came into her life. Despite every denial, he is not ready to give up on her. "It's clear. You are always here, and you even missed your meeting when I was locked in the storage room." She replied confidently but took a step back. "Who told you that?" He asked, taking another step toward her. "I know that, and the proof is in today's paper and all over the media," she replied, taking another step back. "It has nothing to do with you, and don't you dare say that again that you are not worth it because nothing is more important than you." He replied, And now her back is hitting the wall, and he is just two steps away from her. "Why me?" she questioned him out of the blue. "Ask yourself," he replied. Is she going to fall for him? Or are the walls around her heart going to melt? Will Henry be able to make her believe in love?
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Love Transfusion
This is the spin-off series of my two books. The female is from Never Say Never, and the male is from His Shareek-e-Hayat. All the existing readers know them as they have already read the books, so if you are a new reader, then I will suggest you read both books and then read this one because the character development of all the characters in this story is already done in both books, and I am not going to write it again. The story of these two characters is going to start exactly where I left off in both present books. Then it might be hard for you to connect the dots, and the story might feel a little rushed to you. So better read both books, then come and read this one❤️
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Inquilab (Hindi)
"Just tell me that it was all a misunderstanding!" Unhone dard bhari awaz mein pucha, aur bebasi unki awaz mein saf sunai de rahi thi jisne mera dil kachod kar rakh diya. "Please, I am begging you." Yeh alfaaz jaise teeron ki tarah seedha dil ke paar ho gaye. Unki awaaz ki dard bhari kapkapahat, unki aankhon ki nami, aur woh bebasi jo unke har shabd ke saath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi-sab kuch mujhe tod raha tha. Meri saanson ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Maine apni aankhein band kar li, jaise agar maine unki taraf dekha toh apne jazbaat par kabu na rakh paungi. Lekin meri chup, meri khamoshi, unke sawalon ka jawab de chuki thi. Aur shayad yehi jawab unke dil ko sabse zyada chot pahuncha gaya. Ek lamba sannata chha gaya. Main bas unki saans lene ki awaz sun sakti thi-tez, bechain, aur dukh se bhari hui. "Was that all a lie?" Unki awaaz ab ek kanpate hue ilzaam ki tarah lagi. "Did you never love me? Not even for a moment?" Meri ungliyan meri dupatte ko bechaini se muthhi mein jakkar rakhne lagi. Main unse aankhein nahi mila paayi. Phir unhone woh shabd kahe jo mujhe meri hi nazron mein gira gaye. "Was this marriage also a part of your plan?" Ab ki baar, unki awaaz mein sirf dukh nahi, ek toot chuki rooh ki goonj thi. Jaise har umeed, har yakeen, har pyaar ek pal mein bikhar gaya ho.
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The Sufi's Serenade
Music was his life, flowing through his veins like blood. She was always immersed in his music. His heart had been broken once, and since then, he had never truly connected with anyone. He had millions of admirers. But she only loved one. What will happen when these two travelers, walking completely different paths, collide? ******************* “Toh kya sach mai maan lu ke 2 mulaqaton mein mohabbat ho gayi hai aapko? Pehli ki yaad mai shayariyan ab tak likhte hain aap or 2 choti choti mulaqaton mein ab aapko Ishq bhi ho gya? (So, should I really believe that you’ve fallen in love in just two meetings? You still write poetry reminiscing about the first one, and now, after just two brief encounters, you’ve fallen in love too?)" Taalika asked in one breath, and Sufiyan's eyes widened in surprise because her family hadn't told her about Nasrin. So how does she know he was thinking? “Excuse me?” “What? Every Shayar is a heartbroken man. Okay. So, it's not hard to guess. I know you never talked about any past relationships in any of your interviews, but it's not hard to guess after listening to your heart-wrenching Shayari (poetry); it’s not at all difficult to guess.” Taalika said what was her real reason for denial because that's what she assumed, but little did she know her assumption was right while Sufiyan was torn apart if he would laugh or cry at her innocent question. “These are just stereotypes,” Sufiyan said with a soft chuckle. Taalika argued instantly. “But 99.09% of the time this stereotype is right.“ Her constant resistance forced Sufiyan to accept. “Then there are new rumors all over the internet that I started writing romantic Shayari for someone, then don't you believe that?” “How could I know?” “Because I wrote every single one just for you.” He said it in the heat of the moment and then froze for a moment. Taalika was also stunned after hearing his words. “Huh!” That's all that came out of her mouth, and her lips are slightly parted in surprise. “Wo hirni si aankhen aap hi ki hai jinhone mere sur taal bigad diye or mujhe baar baar mudke dekhne pe majbur kar diya. (Those doe-like eyes are yours, the very ones that disrupted my rhythm and compelled me to look back again and again.)” Sufiyan finally confessed that he never confessed to anyone.
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Azrael Aurelius
🔞 warning ⚠️ the book will contain many mature scenes and language as well. I am already giving a triggered warning here. So better start reading before making your mind. ________________________________ This book is going to tell the story of when fire meets fire. What will happen when the God of Death meets a devil in disguise of an angel ? To know more about them, read the prologue, and if you have already read the prologue, then be ready for the crazy, lusty, and dark ride.
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Aisi Meri Nani Thi
Tried poetry for the first time
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Mai Teri Ho Gai (I am all yours)
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Trigger warning: mature content alert ⚠️ explicit language; 21+ scenes. Please stay away if you have issues reading mature fantasies. Read at your own risk, and if you don't have any issues, then enjoy😌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hmne tumhara nikha pakka ker diya hai."(We have fixed your marriage.) Her grandmother said, "With whom?" Anabiya asked, confused. "Mustafa." Her mother, Farhaana, replied. "No, I don't want to marry him." Anabiya denied it instantly, and everyone looked shocked at her. "Please give us a moment." Mustafa said this while getting up from his seat and dragging her out. "Why not?" he asked, pining her to the wall. "Because you are not romantic." She replied boldly. "Oh." He chuckled. "After marriage, I'll show you how romantic I can be." He said that and cupped her womanhood. She gasped, and he said, "Ye sirf, meri hai."(This only belongs to me.) Anabiya gulped nervously, and he took a step back but instantly came forward and bit her earlobe and whispered, "Taiyar Rehna." (Be prepared)
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