❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫? ❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ ꧁༺ 𝕋ℝ𝕆ℙ𝔼𝕊 ༻꧂ ✿ 𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝑷 (5) ✿ 𝑵𝑶 𝑶𝑾𝑫, 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑻 ✿ 𝑺𝑯𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 × 𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝒀 ✿ 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 ✿ 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 1950𝒔 - 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝒀 1960𝒔 ✿ 𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 𝑴𝑰𝑳 ╚════ ≪ •❈• ≫ ════╝ 𝙎𝙊 𝙄 𝙃𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙐𝙔𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙊! 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙃 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙊 𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀! #𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊!!!!!

Village story~1990s ꧁༺𝗔 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱,𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀༻꧂ ❖ ── ✦ ──『✙』── ✦ ── ❖ It is a simple yet spicy story involves two souls with different opinions and demeanors. What happened when they got tied together in an arranged marriage by their parents. The girl is very shy and innocent one. And the boy seems to be preserved and has slight anger issues. It's a romantic story with smut🔞 and fluff also.... Fluff>>>>>>smut✨ NO TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH!! (Hindi dialogues are there!!)

❥ 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 1990𝚜-𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 20𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚟𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜! ❥ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛! ❥ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖! 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑! ❥ 𝙰 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎! 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝!??

This is a short village story from 1980's era.. Completed ✔️ # 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 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?

My Dear Captain Kim, "In the symphony of our souls, we soar like dragonflies, twirling and swirling to the celestial melody. Your reflection, a shimmering moonbeam, dances within the depths of my heart, soothing every ache. With every breath, the weight of your absence settles upon me, a majestic mountain to climb. Our promises, sacred and unbreakable, etched in the stars, forever binding us in an eternal dance of love." Yours ever, Kim y/n.

Bella Ross has always led a normal life, until three years ago the notes began. She knew he was there, hiding in the shadows but wouldn't show his face. She couldn't date or even talk to a man without his life being in danger and so she obeyed. She belonged to him. Her stalker. (Cover creds to @katrascal go check out their books!)

𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗔𝗨, (Enemy to lover) -𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙖𝙠. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

"Aakhir mai hi kyun, Anant?" "Why me, Anant?" Adianta's voice trembled as she gazed at him, searching for answers in the depths of his eyes-those eyes that held nothing but love, a love meant only for her and held only one truth: her. Anant sighed, his fingers tracing her cheek with a tenderness that made her heart race. He cupped her face, his touch both firm and reverent, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. "Kya sirf tumhara naam hi kaafi nahi hai batane ke liye? Adianta-tum meri shuruaat ho, tum meri ant ho." "Main tumse hi likha gaya hoon, tumpe hi khatam, Meri har saans tumse judi hai, har pal tumhara hai." "Aur main chahta hoon tumhara 'Anant Prem' banu, Ek aisa pyaar jo kabhi na khatam ho, jo sada rahe junoon."' "Isn't your name enough to tell you why?" "Adianta-you are my beginning, you are my end." "I am written by you, and I end with you, Every breath I take is tied to you, every moment belongs to you." "And I wish to be your 'Anant Prem,' A love that never fades, a passion that never ends." His voice was steady, filled with unshakable devotion. His eyes, fierce yet tender. He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers, as he whispered- "Is pal, is duniya mein, mujhe sirf tum chahiye, Tum meri ho... aur hamesha meri rahogi." "In this moment, in this world, all I want is you, You are mine... and you will always be mine." The weight of his words, the passion in his gaze, left her breathless. He wasn't just confessing his love-he was claiming her, body, heart, and soul.