𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Being the crowned princess of Dahlia, Emmeline is all too aware that politics and love don't go together. She's never had trouble keeping her heart locked up, but now things are changing. Her best friends: the rugged guard, Ajax, and her charming advisor Damien have just announced the biggest bomb. They're together, and they want her too. With a complicated polyamorous relationship, a kingdom on the brink of collapse and assassination attempts, how will these three hearts manage to cling together with every force threatening to tear them apart?

7 Tales Of names that were mentioned but stories that were never told. The 7 prostitute women from Chandravani Haveli and their journey to how fate played against them in their favour. The women who suffered through darkness, of maybe carved their path from happiness to today. And what led them on, what created their tomorrow. Stories there were dug in the casket because of its entitlement was clarification that their story doesn't need to be told. We forgot they were just humans. Maybe they died as a person. But their voice would always ring. Either the screams or now...to tell their story.

After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

"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.

"I am leaving", The man said smiling excitedly at his wife who had a sullen expression. She nodded. "I... take care" Those were the only words she managed to utter as he turned around. "I will" He said walking towards the door then stopped midstep. Turning around he asked his wife "Do you wish for something?" "No" She said, when he reached the door a whisper was heard. "Love me one day?" **** In the early 19th century when child marriages were common, Jia a ninth grader was married to Adeel who was three years senior to her. The problem was that they were opposites and his heart already belonged to someone else. Someone more mature, educated and caring compared to his child bride. His heart hardly swayed and Jia inspite of knowing the truth fell for him. A broken woman can be powerful. The story revolves around how a non career driven housewife changed when life tested her. #Strong female characters

In which a teenage girl sets her sights on the mafia don, and innocently seduces him. . . . . . . . . . . She gets what she wants because no one dares to refuse the Principessa. But when they can't give her the one thing she wants, she gets it herself. . . . . . . . . . . 19 year old Giana is beautiful, sweet and convey's innocence. Giana is also bratty, spoiled and manipulative. What happens when she's sent to live with La Famigilia after her own family dies? She craves the one man she can't have. The man that is to take care of her. The man that will always give her what she wants, yet the same man that tells her she can't have him. But like the brat she is, she doesn't listen. . . . . . . . . . . - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Highest Ranks #1 in Spoiled #1 in Seduction #1 in SpoiledBrat

"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him. His feet stop at the door. I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face. "Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his green eyes rake over my body with the heat of conquest. Hot rage flows through my veins and I glare back at him with so much hatred for what he did to me. "Breakfast at sharp 8:10. You remember, right?" He smirks arrogantly and walks out of the room with his warnings. WARNING: FORCED SXX BOOK!! 🔞 * * * * * * * * * * * Dakota Black was a man cloaked with charisma and power. But I made him a monster. Three years ago, I sent him to jail. Accidentally. And now he is back to get his revenge from me. "Seven nights." He said. "I spent seven nights in that rotten jail. I give you seven nights to live with me. Sleep with me. And I'll free you from your sins." He promised to destroy my life for the sake of a good view if I didn't follow his commands. His personal wh0re, that's what he called me. 🔻MATURE CONTENT🔻 Highest Ranks: #1 in Force #1 in Hate #1 in LoveHate #1 in Seduction #1 in Blackmail #1 in Adult Content #1 in Sexual Themes #1 in Mature Themes #2 in Adult #2 in Humor #2 in Revenge #2 in Dark Fantasy #3 in Hot #3 in EnemiesToLovers #4 in SlowBurn

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

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