𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 Before leaving the world, Saira's mother entrusted her to the men she trusted as family whom Saira now calls her brothers, the same men who grew up beside Riyan Shekhawat, men who called Riyan his own brother. To Riyan, this bond made her his responsibility... a girl he was meant to protect like a sister. That link should have kept her forever in the space of forbidden affection. Until his heart betrayed him, refusing to obey rules or relationships. And the guilt of wanting someone he was meant to protect becomes the battle he can no longer outrun. Veils of Love is a dark, emotionally charged tale of forbidden affection, tangled loyalties, and the dangerous tenderness that grows where it shouldn't, yet refuses to die.

She tightly shut her eyes as her breath goes uneven with his close proximity. Her lips parted unconsciously as she could hear her own heartbeat. He leaned down his head to kiss her but seeing her rising chest and shut eyes, he stopped and automatically a sad smile formed on his lips. His tightened his own fist before he could touch her waist. Why does he always tend to lose his control over his fucking hormones in front of her when he knows very well his wife is still not ready for the intimacy? The thought made him curse and heart broken at the same time. With a tired sigh he tried to leave from there but before he could, she held his wrist stopping him. 'Kaha jaa rahe hain aap mujhe aise chor k??' she whispered. He looked back at her confusingly but without giving him time to react , she pulled him close by his nape and slammed her lips on his and started kissing him slowly and passionately. By grabbing both of her waist he slammed her back onto the wall.. she gasped into his mouth as she could feel his erection poking between her thighs. At 25, Rekha had built a successful life for herself as a nurse in the city. Yet despite the years that had passed, one thing had never changed, her love for Madhav. But her heart was severely got crushed the day she founds out that same Madhav was now married and living happily with his wife. Shivam, a 24 year old village guy and a true gentleman with a heart of gold, works in a small company and leads a simple life. But everything changes when he meets Rekha. For him, it is love at first sight. The more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. But how can he hope for her love when her heart already belongs to someone else? Will Shivam be able to heal a heart that has spent loving the wrong person?

Dmitri Sokolov has destroyed men, empires, and kingdoms without blinking - but all it takes is one glimpse of him to bring the mafia king to his knees. Kiaan. The boy in flowing kurtas, his anklets ringing like whispers of temptation, spinning in a dance too beautiful to belong to mortal eyes. Before hundreds, he moved like a prayer, untouchable, untamed. But the moment Dmitri saw him, the decision was made. Kiaan would be his. Not admired from afar. Not worshipped from a distance. Possessed. Kept. Claimed. And Dmitri is not a man who knows how to take "no" for an answer. Even if it means shattering the innocence he so desperately covets.

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • Her husband left after their wedding night and never returned. Now the only person she isn't allowed to love... is the one she's falling for... Will she fight her heart, or surrender to fate? ✦Indian Erotica ✦Village Romance ✦Taboo Love ✦Second Chance Romance ✦Abandoned Wife ✦Healing

Adhira had come to believe she was fate's favourite. Every happiness that one could only dare to wish for had been laid at her feet. She was raised in a family that understood her heart, nurtured her mind and gave her the finest education in every art she chose to learn. And when, for the very first time, her heart fluttered for a man, Vikram Rathore, the King of Mehrangarh.. fate did not deny her that love either. Instead, she ended up marrying him and became his queen. She believed her life was perfect until that very fate turned cruel and took everything away from her, stripping her of every fragment of happiness she had ever known. Now pregnant with her late husband's child and the kingdom's potential heir, she finds herself torn apart between her heart's desire for peace and her sense of safety for her unborn baby. Raised to rule, Adhira was far from naive. She knew all too well that her child's safety was in question as Vikram's younger brother, Rajveer ascended the throne. And she would take any measure necessary to protect the little life growing within her. Whether it meant marrying Rajveer Rathore to secure her position... or killing him. [Zero usage of AI!]

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

Meenakshi strings flowers, yes, that's all she is, a flower girl. She is just a pair of hands in a palace that has never once looked down to see whose hands make the beauty it wears so carelessly. She has watched the one everyone fears in the whole Mahishmati, Bhallaladeva, the Yuvaraj, from behind a pillar for years. She has counted his heartbeats from across a court hall, and she has chosen night-blooming jasmine for his wedding garland because it blooms only in the dark, and she has never met anything lonelier. All she was supposed to do was hand the garland to the priest and disappear. Yes, that's all, but instead the crowd pushed the one wearing simple cotton clothes holding the garland as life, along with the priest who was blind and the stars which would not wait. And now she is locked in a ceremonial chamber until sunrise with a man the entire kingdom calls a monster, bound by sacred thread and the most beautiful garland she has ever made, the one she made for him, the one she poured her heart into without ever admitting why. Now he is furious, and she is terrified, and the night is long, very long. And somewhere between the silence and the wine and the jasmine blooming deeper in the dark, the monster starts to crack. Mature | Short Story | Valentine's Special