"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

This is a episodic where each chapter picks up a new couple with different characteristics and share a story based on a particular situation.

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

"𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩" "I won't marry you Mr.Adhyant Singh Sherawat at least not in this birth." A girl said angrily and tried to make her wrist free from his hold. He took the last puff of the cigarette and threw it. He crushed it under his shoes. "Miss. Saachi Laksh Raina. Do you know whom you have killed that night? She was my fiance. I know that if you hand you to the police you will come out. So, I will punish you for your whole life. Now, ready to be mine." Whispering the last words he caressed her face sensually. "I will die before I marry you." She shouted while he smirked and gave her a challenging look. "Why will you die let die your parents." Saying this he took out his phone and dial a number. "Hello, yeah Rao killed them and make sure that you burn them alive so that my time and money don't waste in their cremation." He said very relaxingly while his eyes were fixed on Saachi. Who shook her head. ************************ 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠

Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them? When she has learned the definition of love from her parents and desires a match just like them, would life offer it to her? Would her definition of love ever change? Despite knowing what love is, does she really know what it means? He is ready to challenge her definition of love and redefine it in his own words. But when he comes from a past of incomplete relationships, how would he find fulfillment in their own love? When he himself does not know what love means, how would he redefine it for her? And above all the questions, can love be taught and learned? Adhvita Maan, the eldest daughter of the family, has always admired what her parents had. "Papa kaha karte the ki unhe mumma mein apna sukoon dikhta hai. Kya aapko mujh mein apna sukoon dikhta hai?" Saanjh Raizaada, the only son of the family, has always despised what his parents had. "Meine rishton mein bas bechaini mehsoos ki hai. Kya aap meri iss baichaini ko door karengi?" When love creates a chaos of colours, then those bikhre rang paints a beautiful picture called life. How would they find sukoon in this chaos of bikhre rang?

❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲❞ 𝓐𝒹𝓎𝒶𝓃𝓉 ᥫ᭡𝒱𝑒𝒹𝒶 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 - 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 - 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 - 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 - 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨