She was his brother's bride... and he was everything she wasn't supposed to want. Alone in a house that felt cold and distant, Ananya never expected to feel heat, fire, and desire from the man she should've only called "brother-in-law." But Kabir... he didn't wait for permission. One stormy night, one stolen moment, and everything changed. "Ananya... if I kiss you once, I won't be able to stop." *"Kabir... we shouldn't..." she whispered, breathless. "I don't care. You're mine, and I'll claim you tonight." Forbidden touches, lingering glances, and a fire that neither could resist-this is a story of love, lust, and a temptation too strong to deny. A taboo romance with heart-pounding passion, stolen nights, and desire that refuses to stay hidden. Dare to indulge.

ʲᵏ : " ⁱ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ʸⁿ ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ " ʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵍˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒᵛᵃ : " ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʲᵒᵇ ᵏᵒᵒᵏ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ " ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵐʳ ʲᵉᵒⁿ : " ʰᵒⁿᵉʸ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱˢᵒᵇᵉʸ ᵐᵉ ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵐʸ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵒⁿᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ " ʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃⁱˢᵗ ᵐʳ ʰʷᵃⁿᵍ : " ˢᵒʳʳʸ ʸⁿ ⁱ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ " ʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᶜʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʸⁿ : " ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ ⁱ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵏᵒᵒ---" ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵉᵃʳ ᶠᵉˡˡ ʰᵉ ᵍˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵏⁱˡˡ ʰᵉʳ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒʷ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉ ⁱᵗˢ ʰᵘʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ ⁱˢ ʰᵉˡᵖˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵐᵒᵐ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ⁿᵉʷ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵐᵉ ✨💗ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ

• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 • Her husband left after their wedding night and never returned. Now the only person she isn't allowed to love... is the one she's falling for... Will she fight her heart, or surrender to fate? ✦Indian Erotica ✦Village Romance ✦Taboo Love ✦Second Chance Romance ✦Abandoned Wife ✦Healing

She was only eighteen when her life was sold in the name of marriage... Orphaned and unloved, Suhani Raj was just a burden for her uncle and aunt-until they traded her off in a forced marriage to a man she had never even met. But fate played its cruelest joke when, on the very night of her wedding, her husband died in a tragic accident. Before she could even wear his name, she became a widow. But fate wasn't done with her yet. When Yuvraj Singh, the new sarpanch of the village and the elder brother of her dead husband, returns from the city, Suhani's world turns upside down. With fire in his eyes and power in his voice, Yuvraj isn't a man to be ignored. He sees through her silence. Feels her pain. And soon... craves her in ways he shouldn't. She's his brother's widow. He's the village's most respected man. Their love is a sin... but their bodies don't care. In a village where tradition suffocates and love is forbidden, can two broken souls rewrite their destiny-one stolen glance, one hidden touch, and one night at a time? --- 🔥 A slow-burn, emotionally intense, steamy Desi romance that explores taboo desire, second chances, and the fire between duty and temptation. For mature readers only (21+). --

In our family, the younger brother is just a shadow. But shadows have a way of swallowing the light whole. Jhanvi's fate was supposed to be a fairytale. Marrying into the legendary, ultra-powerful Raghuvanshi dynasty was meant to be her ultimate sanctuary. Her husband, Aaryan, is the perfect heir: devastatingly handsome, fiercely respected, and the golden light of the lineage. But every blinding light casts a lethal shadow. Enter Veer. Her Devar. He is the family's darkest secret, a ruthless storm living in the forgotten wings of the haveli. His name is whispered in fear, his anger is a violent desert gale, and his obsession is absolute. "You think your husband is a god, Jhanvi? Gods demand sacrifice. I demand ruin. And I will ruin him to have you."* To the world, Jhanvi is the untouchable Bhabhi-the respected elder sister-in-law. To Veer, she is the woman who was stolen from him. He saw her first. He claimed her first in his mind. And he doesn't give a damn about the Maryada of the family or the sacred bond of brotherhood. While Aaryan builds an empire, Veer builds a twisted shrine to her. While Aaryan gifts her diamonds, Veer rains down his pure, unadulterated madness. "Let him buy you the world, Bhabhi-sa. I will be the one who burns it down to keep you warm in the ashes." It's a toxic, suffocating game of proximity. Every time she bends to touch his feet for a traditional blessing, his fingers burn to wrap around her throat instead. Every time Aaryan presses a soft kiss to her cheek, Veer obliterates another room in the palace, bleeding knuckles and all. "Don't bow to me, Jhanvi. Every time you touch my feet, my demons beg me to pull you straight down into hell with me." "He might have tied the mangalsutra around your neck, Jhanvi. But I'll be the one to tighten it... until you can't breathe anyone's name but mine."

She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently. He was in the complete state of shock from her actions but still feeling her hands trembling around his collars he supported the back of her head softly He had controlled his emotions from ages but when this happened he wasn't able to control himself all his rage, emotions, jealousy, fear came alive. It felt like a peace after an age for both of them. All unuttered emotions were deduced from that simple touch. Suddenly he dragged himself from that kiss "What are you even doing?" he asked furiously "Trying to show you that I only love you and no one" she shouted with a heavy voice _______________________ Left heartbroken at the altar, she never expected her life would lead her into, the arms of her ex lover's Elder brother - the grieving man, shattered by the loss of his 'wife' and 'unborn child'. Their forced marriage begins with cold formality, but as she supports him through his darkest days, a delicate connection starts to form between them. Just when it seems like hope is around the corner, a devastating secret shatters their fragile peace: she's pregnant by the brother who abandoned her. His heartache and jealousy drive a painful distance between them, threatening the love that was slowly growing. The situation gets worse when the brother returns, determined to claim both the child and the woman he left behind. Dive into a story of love, loss, and unexpected twists where every turn reveals new depths of the human heart.

အကိုဖြစ်သူက ရုတ်တရက် ဆုံးပါးသွားတဲ့အခါ ကျန်ရစ်ခဲ့တဲ့ အကိုရဲ့အမျိုးသမီး ကို တာဝန်ယူဖို့ ဖြစ်လာတဲ့ အခါ... ဘာတွေ ဆက်ဖြစ်မလဲ....❤️

What happens when your first love is the one who never loved you back? On the day of my wedding, with Jonghee by my side, my thoughts are consumed by Jungkook-my childhood friend, my first crush, and the one who never returned my feelings. Years have passed since we last saw each other, but the tension between us is still palpable. Now, with a husband I never imagined and a past that won't let go, I'm forced to face the question: Can you truly let go of a love that was never meant to be? (Photos are not mine. Credit goes to the rightful owner)

༼ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙄 𝙞𝙣 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 ༽ An Indian Erotic Dark Romance Story ------ 𝗩𝗶𝗸𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿, was the only healthy heir left standing after the accident that destroyed his family. A brutal tragedy, carefully planned by his father's ruthless rivals, left the powerful Thakur bloodline shattered beyond repair. His father died. His mother was condemned to a wheelchair. His youngest brother was left blind, alive, but broken. And Vikram... Vikram survived with every scar carved into his soul. But he never forgot. He never forgot the screams. He never forgot the blood. And he never forgot the fire of revenge that was born that day. Years later, Vikram returns to the village not as a wounded son, but as a dangerous man with murder in his eyes and vengeance running through his veins. He watches from the shadows, cold and patient, determined to make every enemy suffer the same misery they forced upon his family. Yet even revenge cannot calm the darkness inside him. Then he sees her. 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶, his blind brother's wife. The girl he once loved and fate took her away and fate have placed her in his path. She's beautiful beyond reason, graceful like a goddess, and forbidden in every possible way. She is tempting wrapped in innocence, and the moment Vikram again meets her eyes, his control begins to crack. What starts as a silent obsession soon becomes a dangerous hunger. A Forbidden Chase. Torn between revenge and desire, Vikram finds himself wanting the one woman he always wanted to claim, the wife of his own brother. But the deeper he falls, the more his hidden darkness begins to show... and when a man fueled by vengeance starts craving what belongs to another, destruction is inevitable. In a world of betrayal, blood, and deadly secrets... will Vikram destroy his enemies first, or lose himself to the woman who was never m

Cover by: My lovly sister ❤ A cool breeze blew through the French windows, as he ascended the stairs, slightly calming his thumping heart. With his back straight, his shoulders squared, his beard trimmed to perfection, his piercing, yet mysterious gray eyes, and his kurta that was tailored to precision, he was the perfect drool-worthy groom. A smile graced his lips as he passed his parents, as well as his little brother's room. This was the best part of the whole day, the time when he would be left alone with his lovely wife. A blush crept up his neck, as he recalled the heavily embroided, blood red lengha that adorned her and the shy smile that painted her porcelain face. Never in a million years had he imagined marrying his younger cousin. He was six years older than her, he had never looked at her as his younger sister neither as a supposed wife, she was just another cousin, but a few days ago that had changed. She had been encompassing his thoughts since his parents suggested that he should marry her. He halted abruptly, when he noticed Waqaas stepping out of his room, closing the door behind him. Just before Waqas could walk towards his room, which was right opposite his own, he strode towards him swiftly, putting on his best stern face. He knew Waqaas sometimes spoke to his wife, but he never thought much of it, they were cousins after all, some cousins did speak to one another, but he disapproved of it, as cousins were not mahrams. He trusted his brother would stay within his limits, but he was giving him a friendly warning. "What were you doing in my room?" His brother looked unusually sad. "Ammi wanted to give Naailah milk, so I offered to take it, since my room is right here. " He nodded stiffly. "Okay, by the way it's Naailah Bhabhi to you!" Waqaas grimaced at his brothers tone, but nodded nonetheless. He really didn't want to bring out the worst in Daniyaal. Little did he know, he would do exactly that in the futu