SHE - HIS OBSESSION, HIS EVERY WAKING THOUGHT. HE - HER WARRIOR, HER PROTECTOR, HER FOREVER. When MISCHIEF meets INNOCENCE, ARROGANCE meets CUTENESS..

18+🔞 Bava x Mardal Professor x Student Perfection x clumsy This book is the sequel of "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." This book can be a standalone.....but for better understanding you can refer the "Thorn Dew - Forbidden Love." The story continues the journey of Rudra and Janu, exploring the delicate, magnetic pull between them before marriage, and the misunderstandings, tensions, and intimate moments that test their bond. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and the weight of family expectations, love blossoms, falters, and rises again intensely, passionately, and unforgettably. A tale of hearts entwined, where desire, trust, and devotion are tested, and where the line between longing and belonging blurs beautifully. This book is strictly for 18+ anyone who are uncomfortable with this feel free to leave but don't report my book

HIS SERIES 2 ARRANGED MARRIAGE "You will marry him, Dithya. No more discussion. I just want to get rid of you from here. Tomorrow, the marriage will happen. Be ready... or else you know what I'll do." My stepmother's voice was cold as she pushed me down to the floor. "Mam, please... don't do this to me. I'll do whatever you say, but not this. Please, Mam... I beg you." I clutched at her legs desperately, tears blurring my vision. But she shook me off with disgust and walked away, leaving me crumpled on the ground. "Why, Amma? Why did you leave me with these people?" I whispered into the darkness, hugging myself. "Take me with you, Amma. I can't live like this anymore..." --- "Dithya..." An old man in his eighties sat in a grand ancestral house, holding a worn photograph of a teenage girl. A single tear slid down his wrinkled cheek as he traced her face with trembling fingers. "You are the goddess of this house. I will bring you here... I will make you my Abhi's wife." His voice broke, but determination shone in his eyes. --- "Marriage? Now?" Abhimanyu's voice thundered in the hall. "I will not marry anyone." His eyes were sharp, his jaw clenched as he glared at his parents. --- Diya (Dithya) - shy, introverted, and afraid to talk to new people. She secretly dreams of her prince charming, someone who will love her unconditionally and protect her fragile heart. Abhimanyu - angry, arrogant, quick to lose his temper. But behind his tough exterior, he is deeply soft and protective toward the few people he loves. His heart still waits for the mysterious girl who once saved his life. ________________________________ Southindian arranged marriage [Telugu Based] Tropes: Arranged marriage She feel first and he fell harder Student×student Ceo×student Loveaftermarriage Cousins Mystery WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Don't copy my work. Let's get into the story to know the journey of Abhiya (Abhimanyu-dithya). Vote . comment . Follow

Phase 1 is completed guys. This story is a roller coaster which shows family emotion and bava-maradhal romance. Vikram Ramineni The male lead and a DCP. He is a strict police officer 28 years old and lives in Mumbai he lives with his father, and older sister his mother died during giving birth to him.His father made a mistake which their family got separated he wants to reunite their family. Ananya Krishna The female lead 23 years old studying B. Tech final year she is naughty and clumsy. She currently studying in Mumbai.Lets see how she fell for her bava. Tropes You'll Love: * Bava-Mardhalu Romance * He Fell First, She Fell Harder * Strict Police Officer × Naughty Student * Cold × Naughty * Forced Proximity * Secret Identity / Family Secrets English is not my first language.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝙒𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙-𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚, 𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚, 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. ✿𝘚𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪s ╰┈➤can two such hearts-one that lives to beat for love, and the other that loathes its very echo-ever truly beat as one?

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

She never asked for this marriage. He never learned how to love without control. Vasu is fierce, stubborn, and impossible to bend. Vijendra is dominant, angry, and used to getting his way. What starts as a forced bond becomes a battlefield of tempers- a war of stolen glances, sharp words, and a tension neither dares to name. But somewhere between the arguments and the accidental tenderness... something shifts. Something dangerous. Something neither of them planned for. Is it love quietly blooming beneath the chaos- or just fate tying two unwilling hearts tighter with every passing day?

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

Her eyes widened when she saw him, she asked out, '' What are you doing here sir? Please go, my husband will reach home soon '', her chin dropped. He stated, lifting her jaw until---their eyes met,'' Do you think your so called husband can do anything to me Sunspark ? '' She interrogated, removing his fingers from her chin,'' Why are you here?---Just leave my house ''. He smirked, his eyes burning with lust and something she couldn't name----, ''You already know why I am here. If you don't want everyone to listen your moans then go to your bed, I want you on your hands and knees or else I'll make you scream like whore infront of your in laws '', she stepped back, her eyes sparkled with fear. '' No, please, I'll not do it '' , she mutters, her chest heaves with courage. '' Do you want your childrens to listen their mother's sweet moans sunspark? '' he smirked in a dangerous way, her heartbeats raises in fear and anguish. At last, She reached near the bed, she got on her all fours. ✿⁠ She's married , has a husband even two kids.She's a science teacher at a government school. ⁠ He's a politician, he's unmarried, he thinks woman fall for his physique and money, which is almost true. When her school organised an annual function, he was invited to their school as the chief guest. when he saw her, he instantly fell for her, he tried to claim her. He kidnapped her daughter so that he can make her his. She tried to rescue her daughter but ended up being trapped by him. Is he genuinely interested in her? or does he wants to exert control ? How will her husband react when he gets to know them ? Or is there are some other mysteries on the path? To know about it kindly read the story.

Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.