Parikshit Rathore is a name that has carried weight long before it has carried meaning. Descended from old royalty and insulated by power, he moves through the city and its most elite college-like consequences do not apply to him. Because they don't. He is disciplined, brilliant, feared-and unstable in ways people choose not to see. His violence is excused as temperament. His audacity is mistaken for poise. The crown he is born into protects him from scrutiny, even when blood stains its history. Nandini Kulkarni lives on the opposite end of that gravity. Raised in a conservative, upper-middle-class household, she learns early how to be contained-how to take up less space, how to excel quietly, how to turn longing into something private and survivable. How to love someone like him from a distance. She dances, she studies, she observes-moving through the same college without ever truly belonging to his world. Circumstance forces them together as student and teacher. Parikshit leaves no room for illusion, pressing her to accept his entitlement, his rudeness, and the vast, unbridgeable distance between their worlds that contradicts every fragment of the man she had imagined in her head. But when she stumbles upon a darker truth than what the heir's reputation carries on the surface, it fractures everything she believes she understands. Now, Nandini must confront what it means to worship a man who was never taught the difference between love and control.

•° 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 •° ▪︎ 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝟏𝟖 + | 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ▪︎ ♡ 𝐧𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐖𝐃 / 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀 ♡ Blurb - || ᴠɪꜱʜᴀʟ ɴᴀʀᴀɴɢ x ꜱʜʀᴇʏᴀ ᴍᴇʜʀᴏᴛʀᴀ || I loved him with all my heart, even though I knew it was forbidden. He was my brother's best friend. But did I care? Nope. He has become ruthless, and more powerful after his heartbreak. But did it make me forget him? Not. I tried everything and I finally got him. but then a single event changed everything. I was no longer with him again. I don't want him more. his chaos destroyed our solace. this is my story the princess of Jaipur ! 𝓥𝓸𝓱 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓳𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻 𝓝𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓸 𝓳𝓪𝔂𝓮, 𝓐𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓱 𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓸𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓵 𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓮. He pretends to hate her and she makes sure his every nerves are pressed enough to make him snap... WELCOME TO THE TALE full which seems simple but as you start solving the puzzle it gets twisted more.

Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."

Prologue - "Strip." He ordered in a deep, dominating voice. Her eyes widened in shock at her husband's words, tears streaming down her cheeks. He was nothing short of a beast, ready to unleash his wrath. "I... please... just listen to me... once," she stammered, her voice trembling as more tears fell from her beautiful eyes. She gazed at her husband, whose anger was already at its peak. "I won't repeat myself, wifey. Strip, or should I tear off your beautiful saree myself?" His commanding tone sent shivers down her spine. "Please... aap... ek baar meri baat-" she began, her voice pleading. But before she could finish, he roared, "Just f**king shut up!" The sheer force of his words made her flinch where she stood. ----- What happens when two opposites poles collide and bound together in an Eternal Bond of marriage? Will Aarohi navigate Reyansh's possessiveness and unravel the mysteries of his enigmatic personality? Will Reyansh's obsession for her overpower the love blossoming in his heart?

love stories are always admired let me take you to journey which will make u admire the path of reconstruction That's what their story is all about A second chance where love will rebuild hatred will fall back things will be happy but not before the people are sad well a happy ending is only valued when the story is all about pain iykyk 😉

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18+ book , contains violence He is devil and she is angel . He is dangerous, intelligent and she is innocent. She is a mentally a child and he is the mafia king This is the story of rajveer and abhira . . Abhira a orphan and divorced lady, had a unwanted marriage with the rajveer. Her mother and brother is the only relation from her childhood but she also lost her mother one year back and her mother akshara was murdered by a mysterious person.After that tragedy she got betrayed by her beloved husband and she got divorced with him . But now she is marring a Mafia king Rajveer Singh rajvanshi. The same Rajveer singh rajvanshi is a mafia king of India . Rajveer , a ruthless mafia boss with deep heater with his parents , is ready to marry with his girlfriend . ON the day of his wedding , rajveer receives a phone call that chances his everything. After the phone call , abruptly he leaves the mandap and returns with the mistarious women named abhira,forced into marriage with his elder brother Will abhira able to get love from rajveer and his family ? So why did rajveer's elder brother forced the marriage of rajveer and abhira ? will abhira able to find out her mother murderer and her mother family who left her alone? Will this forced marriage bring Love in their lives? Will abhira gets the true love from rajveer and rajvanshi's family ? This book contains mature content and violence and psychological issues © All Rights Reserved

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐃𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢 She doesn't speak. Not because she can't, but because the world never deserved her voice. He's a storm in human skin - arrogant, loud, dangerously charming. A player in every sense. But when he meets her - the girl who looks like silence and feels like art - his games start to lose meaning. She's his calm. He's her chaos. And yet, they collide like they were written in the stars. But love isn't simple when secrets are louder than words... And silence? Sometimes it hides the darkest truth. In a world full of noise, their story begins with the quietest heartbeat.

"Don't clutch your thighs ..he said with the same smirk. "Who said I'm clutching my thighs?" I answer. "So it means you are not wet, right??" He asked with a smirk. "Okay, then let me check whether you are wet or not". Saying this, he held the side of my dress and put his hand on my thighs. Just when he was about to put his hand in my underwear i immediately held his hand in middle. No, I can't let him check because I'm damn wet for him. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐘𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐘𝐂.. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧??... 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐩. (SLOW UPDATES) Tropes: ╰┈➤ Desi-Videsi ╰┈➤ Office Romance ╰┈➤ Age gape ╰┈➤ Obsessed Male lead ╰┈➤ Strong Female lead ╰┈➤ No Cheating Or misunderstanding ╰┈➤ When fire meets fire ╰┈➤ Mature content STARTED: JULY 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trending 1st in India (15-July-2025) 1st on #obsession 50k stories 1st on # Romance out of 1.5 stories 1st on #indiangirl

Book-1, 18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .