thexyrelle
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⚠️ WARNING MATURE CONTENT ⚠️
'What are you hiding from, Aaradhya?' His voice was a low growl, thumb stroking her pulse. He tugged her pallu, the fabric slipping to bare her collarbone and the swell of her breasts beneath the thin blouse.
She trembled, breath hitching. 'Raajvardhan ji, please... someone might see.' Her voice was soft, submissive, but her body betrayed her with a shiver.
He pressed himself closer. 'Let them watch me claim what's mine.' His fingers loosened the sari at her waist, the skirt parting to expose her thighs and the shadow of her petticoat. He ground his knee between her legs, teasing her core. 'Feel that? You are so ready for me.'
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𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟐𝟎)
A gentle, bruised soul with a lotus-heart-raised in fear, sold by her own father, and unknowingly destined to be the fire that melts a king.
𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝟑𝟎)
The ruthless Sarpanch of Devgarh-dominant, feared, and dangerously possessive. A man carved from silence, devotion, and buried grief.
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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒:
Dark Romance
Set in the 1980s
Age Gap (20 × 30)
Dominant × Submissive
Forced Proximity
Rural Royalty
Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine (Strong devotion towards Hindu deities)
Slow Burn