{Desi X Videshi series #3} "N-N-Nahi hum aap ke samne haath jodte hain aaj nahi hume bohot dard h-hota hai." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Idhar aa jaldi!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-Nahi jaane dein hume. Ye mat karein." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her dupatta away from her. _______ "Can you give me a glass of water?" He asked her in his cold and stoic voice which always scares her because he looks too intimidating to her. "J-J-Ji? Aap ne abhi kya kaha humare samajh mein n-nahi aya." She said while her eyes lowered at the floor finding it most interesting thing in the world. "Kya aap humein ek glass paani de sakti hain?" as soon as these words escaped her mouth her head snapped towards him. Her honey brown eyes wide as they will come out soon. Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her? {His baccha ♥️ Her rehbar} •Caged princess •Age gap •Emotional story

Eighteen-year-old Bhakti- a fragile, innocent girl burdened with responsibilities far beyond her age. A sick mother. A drunkard father. Endless suffering, carried silently as she struggles to survive each day. One stormy night turns her life upside down. By morning, she steps out of an old, broken hut- wrapped in the coat of the village Sarpanch, Rudra Pratap Singh. She believes no one saw her. But within hours, she finds herself standing before the very man whose coat now clings to her trembling body. Rudra Pratap Singh. Twenty-seven. The powerful Sarpanch who never imagined he would spend a night in a forgotten hut outside the village. A broken car forced him to stay. But his helplessness dragged an innocent girl into chaos. A man whose heart had never beaten for any woman makes a sudden, calculated decision- to marry Bhakti. One is innocent. The other, shrewd (for World). For one, marriage is the beginning of life. For the other, it is merely a responsibility. But the real question remains- will Bhakti ever become Rudra Pratap Singh's devotion? Or will this bond be crushed between power, silence, and sacrifice? #1 in poorgirl 03-02-2026

He never believed in love, but she captured his heart the moment he saw her. She didn't understand love, but he gained her trust instantly. He is consumed by a desire for revenge. She is as serene as water. He's the mafia king of all Asia, hardened by the world's cruelty from a young age. She spent her entire life in captivity, completely oblivious to the outside world. This is the story of Rudraksha Malhotra and Ruhanika Rajpurohit, two people who couldn't be more different, bound together by the ties of marriage. Can they conquer their inner demons and find peace together? Will Rudraksha allow Ruhanika to rule his heart? Will Ruhanika let Rudraksha love her? Let's find out together. Tropes: Age gap Mafia king × Caged princess Forced marriage Cunning × Innocent Two broken Souls

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Rihaan : "Anya is like the sun... she's the one who makes everything warm and bright, even when I'm scared. I think, if I hold onto her long enough, maybe the world will stay like that-soft and warm, and I won't have to worry about the dark." Ananya : "I would break myself a thousand times if it meant he could stay unbroken. His heart is a fragile thing, and mine will always be the shield that holds him safe from a world that doesn't deserve his light." _______ In the sequel to Innocence, life for Ananya and Rihaan is messy, yet beautifully tangled. Their days are filled with laughter, love, and the subtle ache of a past Rihaan can't fully recall. Ananya, ever the protector, cherishes his innocence, but beneath the childlike demeanor lies a brokenness he's unable to confront. One day, the cracks in Rihaan's facade begin to show. His playful nature falters, and the depth of his trauma surfaces. Ananya is forced to confront a truth she's long feared: Rihaan's past is far darker than she ever imagined. When Raj, Rihaan's brother, finally reveals the horrors he endured in his childhood, Ananya makes it her mission to heal him, to strip away the layers of pain and replace them with love. But Rihaan's mind-torn between the child he once was and the man he's supposed become-resists. The harder Ananya tries, the deeper the battle becomes, as Rihaan's past and present collide in ways neither of them can control. In the end, can love heal what the mind refuses to remember? Or will the ghosts of his past break them both?

"Marry me" he said. she was hell shocked by his confession because no one will expect this from a complete stranger or she was thinking she heard something wrong . "wha...wha....what did you say now??? I think I heard something wrong" she asked gathering some courage. He chuckled to see her shuttering and said " you didn't hear anything wrong and yes , I asked you to marry me". she was again shocked by his words. "But why will I marry you?"she asked him with so much courage. "Because I need a partner to marry and your fiance who was supposed to marry you today didn't come"he said. Little did he know why her fiance didn't come to marry her. That's it tears started flowing from her eyes. seeing her tears his heart felt pain and he made a promise to himself that "after today I will make you and your tears be enemies because I will make sure you will definitely not need them in your life anymore.this my promise"he said to himself. "If he didn't come then it doesn't mean that I will marry a stranger"she said and started going away for him. Then she got a call from an unknown number after receiving the call she was silent for whole three minutes. seems like only the person talked. after the call cut she opened her phone saw some pictures the other person sent. she was numb after seeing those pictures her hands and legs are shivering. she was in that position for almost 10 minutes and she was feeling different emotions like heart break,betrayal,pain,anger. He was observing all her movements because he knew he was solely responsible for her condition. He created all this mess to bring her into his life and in his arms. the movement his eyes fell on her he knew that was she was what he wanted and he will do anything to make her his. that is he wanted her to make "Mrs.Shravani Vikram Singh Rathore". He came out of his trance and saw that she was coming to him in an angry mode. she came and stood in front of him and told him that"I am ready to marry you.."

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

[ 1 Book of Bride's Series ] A young orphan girl who has grown up in an unforgiving orphanage, finds herself thrust into a forced marriage with a powerful mafia boss. Chosen as a replacement bride for a woman who mysteriously disappears, Lila becomes a pawn in a dangerous game of power and manipulation..... Let's start to read and enjoy... Author: Sawnazz ⚠️ Warning ⁉️ ○ Mature content >>>I want to write this story with Indian style but plz don't hate me I' not indian I write story based some my indian friends advise and google.....

The world trembled at the mere mention of his name. Veer Agnihotri. A man whose power knew no bounds, whose presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of those who dared cross him. Ruthless, calculating, and undeniably the most dangerous man to walk the earth, he held governments in his fists and empires beneath his feet. He was not just a man-he was an empire, a force of destruction. People feared walking across him, their eyes avoiding his, their voices falling into whispers when he passed by. He did not believe in mercy. He did not believe in love. Love was a weakness, an illusion meant for fools. Until the day he met her. His eyes landed on her delicate frame, standing amidst the filth of her greedy parents, her hazel orbs holding nothing but innocence. a lost girl. His butterfly. And in that moment, something inside him shifted, a crack in the darkness that had consumed him for years. "Aise naino ki baaton mein koi kyun na aaye?" (How could anyone not fall for the magic of these eyes?) It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet, it happened. Veer Agnihotri, the man who had never bowed to anyone, was smitten and knelt only for her.