"To the first love, I never knew,
But still dream of meeting
Under different stars."
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Every word I write is a piece of my soul—raw, real, and unapologetically mine. If my stories made you feel something—ache, blush, heal, or breathe deeper—your support helps me keep going. With your love, I don't just create... I build worlds. Thank you for standing by this journey—brick by brick.
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* Spread your legs for me* "You want to escape from your past, but I want to get trapped between your legs. You want to stop crying over your old wounds, but I want to make you cry in pleasure. You walked into my lecture hall with wide, innocent eyes, dissecting hearts in the lab, oblivious to the fact that you had already carved mine apart. *Thrust* You spoke of the apex of the heart… *thrust* and I wanted to trace yours with my tongue… *thrust* just beneath your left n*pple… *thrust* … while you moaned my name. I was a man of discipline, a professor who thrived on logic and restraint. But with you? Restraint was never an option. My pleasure had always been a selfish pursuit. Now, it has a name. A face. A taste. And it’s you. Only you. So don’t run, little one. You were never meant to escape me."
A Dark Romance She once healed bodies. Now she fractures souls. Nyx Morrigan was never meant to fall. She was meant to rise, scalpel in hand, savior in a white coat. Until betrayal dragged her into the shadows—until obsession made her reborn as something more powerful, more feared. They stripped her title. They forgot her name. But she left behind a promise, written in blood: “I will be back.” Jareth Voss is a man feared by empires and untouched by love. A pharmaceutical king cloaked in control. But even kings bow to the grave—and Nyx is no longer a woman. She is the coffin he’ll climb into willingly. Their connection is not love. It’s something darker. A hunger. A madness. A war where the only mercy is destruction. In the end, only death can own him— and she wears death like a crown.
'Trilokya × Reyant ' "Reyant Abhishek Sindhu spent his life playing by one rule - control or be controlled. A man carved out of ambition, sharpened by expectations, and too proud to ever lose. Marriage? Just another deal. Wife? Just another name added to his life. Until he meets her. Trilokya Nain - soft smiles , sharp mind , and a fire that refuses to be tamed . She's supposed to be the perfect, obedient bride , but instead, she walks into his world like she owns it. With conditions. With defiance. With the audacity to challenge him. He expected submission. Instead, he got a woman who isn't afraid to set fire to tradition - starting with his expectations. A Marriage built on power , on someone special' s different motives . A game neither of them is willing to lose . But when two STORMS collide , who really COMES OUT VICTORIOUS? This isn't Love. This is a War. And the Battlefield? THEIR MARRIAGE. "
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