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1) For me there is only you ( Werewolf, Dark romance, SMUT) - MsRecluse
2) Many Skulls ( Horror Thriller, Billionaire Trope) - johnnypaulson11
3) Forbidden Desire - Saumya_1408
4) Hades Domination ( Mafia, Dark Romance) - nightwriter4455
5) Durga: The ultimate power of Women - happylittlesoul8
6) Dented Marriage ( Arranged Marriage) - LastIsland62
7) Lata : mending his heart ( Romance) - thedesiwriter_
8) Dear Dairy : The illusion - Muskaanbharadwaj
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1 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 2 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧
The evening air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of marigold garlands that adorned the haveli. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the courtyard in a warm glow as the household buzzed with activity.
Kusum moved briskly from one corner of the haveli to another, her voice carrying over the sounds of bustling servants and the occasional clink of utensils from the kitchen.
Trailing behind her, Mannu, the cutie, followed closely, his tail wagging enthusiastically as he sensed the excitement.
"Mannu, out of the way!" Kusum chided gently, nudging the dog aside as she directed the servants hanging decorations. "We need those up before nightfall!"
In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly made sweets filled the air. The maids were busily shaping ladoos, their hands moving swiftly and expertly.
"Hurry up, girls, we need more ladoos!" Kusum directed, her tone a mix of urgency and encouragement.
Nearby, a sweet maker deftly prepared namkeens, the sizzling sound of frying dough adding to the cacophony.
"Is everything going well here?" Kusum asked the sweet maker, her eyes scanning the array of treats.
"Yes Didi, everything is on track. You will see how people will ask for more namkeens," the sweet maker replied confidently.
Kusum's mind was racing with a hundred tasks, but one concern nagged at her.
She found her son Suraj amidst the flurry of activity and approached him with a look of determination.
"Suraj, did you send the car to Gauripur to bring Manish and his mother?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly in concern.
"Yes, Maa, the car has been sent. It will arrive by tomorrow." Suraj replied, trying to reassure her.
Kusum nodded, but her worry was not completely eased.
"And what about Prithvi? When is he coming? It's almost evening," she pressed on, the anxiety clear in her voice.
"Woo bhi aa jayenge, Maa," Suraj said, attempting to calm her.
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𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+
ChickLitThe story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she beca...
