1990s In the heart of a quaint village, where traditions whispered secrets to the wind, and love blossomed like wildflowers, Mihir and Shravani's tale unfolded. A union of two souls, bound by love and destiny, yet tested by the cruel hand of fate. Their journey, a delicate dance of hope and despair, would lead them to the threshold of a miracle. But would they embrace it, or would the shadows of fear and doubt shroud their path? _______________________________________ Mihir Singhania, son of the village sarpanch, falls in love with Shravani before their arranged marriage. - They have a perfect married life, with Mihir prioritizing Shravani's happiness above all. - However, after five years, they face the challenge of not having a child due to complications that could risk Shravani's life. - Mihir is torn between his desire for a child and the risk of losing his beloved wife. - Shravani's strict and traditional dadi saas (grandmother-in-law) adds pressure, making their situation more difficult. ________________________________________ - Love vs. societal expectations - The importance of family and tradition - The challenges of medical complications in a rural setting - The strength of a marriage in the face of adversity..

Everly Blossom is a princess, adopted into the Royal Family by the King and Queen of England. Everly doesn't remember much of her past all she knows now is tailored dresses, silverware and butlers. She has dreamt of a life of fun, laughter and joy but not when her father orders security to follow her around twenty-four seven. Forbidding her from leaving the castle, from owning a phone or choosing her own clothes. Everly is branded as untameable by the Royal Family, notable for sabotaging every security guards chance at the job. Forcing them to quit due to her erratic and uncontrollable actions. The King decides to take action, hiring an ex-SAS soldier, Grayson Fox, who served in the British Army for four years to become Everly's security guard. Grayson is tough, cold and unsympathetic. Perfect for taming the Princess into royal shape. As Everly and Grayson grow closer, spending everyday together, Grayson soon discovers the dark and sinister secrets that are hiding within the Royal Family. Everly is anything but safe. 18+

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet. "Kabir ji, if it's about last night, then let's solv..." "I don't want to fucking solve, and you are right I was just attracted to you physically and now that it's over, I don't see the point to be with you" I will never, ever fall. His voice echoed in her ears. "What are you saying? No no, you are lying, I know something is up that's why you are lying, is someone watching us? I'm sure, should I tell Akshu? Yeah, wait-wait, I will tell him" He held her hands and jerked her towards himself, "Your holes are way too fucking loose for me now, I don't care if you are alive or dead in an unnamed road, I don't give a flying fuck, I just wanted to fulfil my desires, and now I am bored with you, you don't make me feel anything when I fuck you, it feels like I am pounding on a sack, I disgust the feeling," .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? •MATURE CONTENT•

Crystal Eliza Crest had lived a life of privilege, untouched by the brutality that built her father's empire. She had everything-wealth, loyalty, and power-without ever realizing the blood that kept it intact. But ignorance wasn't immunity, and when the war between mafias took a personal turn, her world shattered. Ivan Sergio Dimitri had been raised in violence, molded into a leader with a single mission-destroy the American Mafia and show no mercy. He knew nothing of softness, only power and control. When Crystal fell into his hands, she was nothing more than leverage, a pawn to be used and discarded. She wasn't strong. She wasn't a fighter. Fear ruled her, yet she clung to the hope that someone would save her. But Ivan had no patience for weakness, and in his world, the only way to survive was to obey. He was the devil-ruthless and unyielding. She was a prisoner-fragile and powerless. Their paths were never meant to cross, yet here they were, bound by fate, trapped in a war that neither of them could escape. Would she learn to endure the darkness, or would Ivan crush her completely? Warning: This is an extremely dark romance. It delves into themes of power, control, and brutality. Not for the faint of heart.

1970 A village romance story" To the book girls who want to experience pure love in their lives; this book is for you. "Vijay Singh Thakur" A 35-year-old and the sarpanch of the village of Sitapur. After his father's death, he handled all the responsibilities of their father's and married Siya. Siya Singh Thakur" A 27-year-old and the wife of the sarpanch and an abandoned elder daughter; she has been married to her husband for ten years; they didn't have any own children, her in-laws didn't like her, and she is a responsible women who handle all things, but didn't receive any love from their family. Join in their path of journey where she will sacrifice her life or her husband will bring second wife. This story is pure. fictional, mature languages, and explicit scenes.

They offered him vanilla - fair, sweet, beautiful, and so-called "virgin." But Jaivardhan Nimbalkar, the powerful Sarpanch of Bhairavgad and heir to his late father Vijayendra Nimbalkar's legacy, was never a man of simple tastes. In a single glance, he became consumed by dark chocolate - a brown-skinned beauty, innocent, pure, and untouched. To seal a political alliance, the cunning Ulhas Khedekar offered his beautiful yet arrogant elder daughter, Shweta, to Sarkar. But destiny took a bold turn - it wasn't Shweta who caught Jaivardhan's attention, but her timid, shy, and untainted younger sister, Tara. Ulhas was stunned when Sarkar chose Tara over Shweta. Humiliated and furious, Shweta lashed out at her sister - only to awaken the darkness within Jaivardhan. In a fit of cold fury, the Sarpanch banished the Khedekar family from Bhairavgad after the wedding, marking the beginning of a dangerous obsession that would defy every boundary of power, desire, and control.

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!