Indian Lit Erotica

In an alternate universe reminiscent of the Regency era, Isabella unexpectedly appears on the doorstep of Damian’s estate with shocking news: his late brother had a three-year-old daughter, Jane, born to Isabella’s now-deceased sister. Having taken on the responsibility of raising her niece after her sister’s passing, Isabella is determined to secure a proper future for the child. Stunned by the revelation, Damian offers Isabella and Jane a place in his estate, ensuring the girl receives the care and upbringing she deserves. Initially hesitant to leave behind the life she knows, Isabella ultimately agrees, realizing it is in Jane’s best interest. As they navigate their new life together, an undeniable bond begins to form between Damian and Isabella. However, their growing affection is soon threatened by a buried secret from Isabella’s past—one that could shatter their relationship and jeopardize Jane’s future. Now, Damian and Isabella must overcome the trials ahead to protect those they hold dear and fight for the love they never expected to find. “Fate: Sweet little cheat” is a tale of unexpected twists, the power of love, and the strength of forgiveness, set against a backdrop of elegant balls and the rigid social norms of an alternative Regency era.

She was dead, Rohan managed to escape on the night of the engagement barely alive and become Indian number one biggest Thief, targeting all the whole Royal families in India and taking his revenge using his cover as a doctor. Killing them exactly the way they killed his Aishwarya. An unexpected twist made him meet a girl who reminded him a lot about his dead Aishwarya even though she doesn't look one bit like his dead Princess. Unknown to Rohan, the girl he met was sent to kill him.

A divorced billionaire with a personality disorder and a woman who had her engagement called off. Two broken hearts trying to mend each other, fighting to sustain each other. Oliver Harrison seems too broken to be mended, an empty shell who no longer see the colours of the world, will the two find solace in each other? And what if Oliver's hidden and obsessive personality falls in love with this woman, the only woman who had embraced him when everyone shunned him, Will Oliver welcome the love, or will she reject the love his counterpart had chosen even when he doesn't feel the same?

Rachel lived her whole life in the shadows of her perfect twin sister, Ellien. Unloved, unrecognized, and cursed with a mysterious white hair that made even her father hate her. She was called a monster. But when Ellien runs away from an arranged marriage to a powerful and feared man — J, the ruthless heir of the Charltons family. Rachel is forced to take her place. Everyone believes she’s weak. Powerless. A mere replacement. But Rachel carries a secret of her own — a hidden power she was never supposed to awaken... and a dangerous connection to the man they call a devil. With her mysterious ability awakening stronger than ever — and her heart slowly betraying her — Rachael finds herself caught between survival, a dangerous deal, and an impossible man. He was her enemy. She was his last hope. But fate had other plans.

“I still don’t understand how Dad fell for my Mom. I mean she is Indian and he is Australian. How did he?” I asked him tapping my chin. “That’s the specialty of Indian women. Anyone can fall in love with them.” He replied shrugging like it is the silliest question. “Do only Indian women have that specialty or even men?” I asked raising my eyebrow. “Of course!” he replied pulling me to him. “But I am unable to see anything special in you though.” I mumbled to which he narrowed his eyes. “Then the problem must be in you.” He mumbled back with a strong glare. “Ouch! Anyway, do you have the specialty you are saying to deserve me?” I asked him smirking. “What?” he asked with shocked face. I laughed before pushing him away and rushed towards the main gate thinking he will just catch me. However, I turned around and asked him “Do you?” with a serious tone this time. ------------------- A girl who wishes that the people with whom she stays must deserve her but not because she wants to feel arrogant or superior. It is just so that she can get assurance that she will not get hurt by them. She will not settle for anything less no matter what…

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

When I loved her, I didn't understand what true love was. When I lost her, I had time for her. I was emptied just when I was full of love. Speechless! Life took her to death while I explored the outside world within. Sad trauma of losing her. I am going to miss her in a perfectly impossible world for us. I also note my fight with death as a cause of extreme departure in life. Enjoy!

"I had enough of this toxicity!" she yelled at him. "I'm a toxic man, lyubov and I would like to be with you in a toxic relationship and stay happy rather than to be in a healthy relationship and become unhappy for the rest of our lives." he rasped in her ear making chill ran down her spine. "But I don't want all of this. I want peace in my life." she said disagreeing with him. "I can't help in it lyubov, you have to bear it even if you like it or not." he smirked at her. *** What will happen when Rooh Sharma an Indian college girl will stumble into Mikhail Igor Gorbachev the Russian mafia's life. The both are poles apart and have their own principles. Who will change whom or will they end up together or not?