|| 𝐕𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈 || 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐯𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝑺𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 1900𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑽𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒂𝒓 -𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕-𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒛𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆

Leaving one life behind, Kusum walks away with her family to begin again - choosing dignity over protection, anonymity over a name that was never hers. She does not know that fate is not something distance can undo. She is not taken the way her sister once was. Not claimed. Not bought. Not forced into a destiny. She steps into it herself. Into his world. Into his power. Into the quiet, unquestioned authority of a man who has never been denied anything - and who, being who he is, accepts what she places before him without hesitation. Where her sister's story began with captivity, hers begins with surrender. Warning ⚠️ -> THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY FOR 18+ AUDIENCE. PEOPLE BELOW AGE 18 AREN'T RECOMMENDED TO READ.

​"Kitni gandi randi hai meri biwi..." ​Those were the first words to break the silence of the royal bedchamber. ​Adinath is a King who rules with an iron fist, expecting a shy, veiled bride on his wedding night. Instead, he finds a woman who looks him in the eye and mocks his royal blood. She doesn't want the crown; she wants the chaos. When she whispers, "Tum mujhe apni randi bula sakte ho," the King's aristocratic composure shatters. ​He doesn't just want to marry her; he wants to ruin her. From the silk sheets of the bed to the cold marble of the balcony, Adinath's hunger is relentless. He growls in her ear: ​"Pura haveli sunega kaise teri choot phaad raha hoon-louder, slut!" ​In the heart of Rajputana, where honor is everything, a dark game of power and degradation begins. As the silver payals jingle wildly against the stone, the Maharaja makes his final, brutal decree: ​"Ab bhugat-pura khandaan dekhega kaise ek asli Rajput apni biwi ko raat bhar chodta hai!" ​She wanted a King. He gave her a Master.

Have you ever wondered about a place where they teach you how to have sex? How to keep your boyfriend or husband happy? Well, this is one such academy. Join Suhana on this journey. I hope you learn with her.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞ ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ "Y-you have... n-no right!" I choke out, my voice shaking. "Once my husband finds me-he will kill you! He'll find a way-" "Your husband?" His voice is so low, so calm, like he's enjoying this. "He won't come for you. You know why?" I freeze. My lips part, but no words come. He leans down, bending himself over me. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Because he gave you to me," he says, his voice soft and dangerous. The world tilts. My lungs seize. My heart stops. I can't breathe. "W-What...?" I back away instinctively, but there's nowhere to go. "N-no," I whisper, the words broken. "N-no, that's not true... R-Ranveer wouldn't..." His eyes darken, glinting with dark satisfaction. "He gave you to me, Aadhya," he repeats slowly, savoring each word. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. And I... I have no idea who will claim me first. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓, my ruthless husband, who never crosses his line. 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏, my obsessed stalker, who has none. A life shattered before it even began. Will I survive Ranveer's darkness? Will I escape Zayden's obsession? And when fear and desire collide... who do I truly belong to? ════⋆⋅☆⋅⋆════ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ. ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

# Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) This is a short village story from 1980's era.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?