this story is all about a mafia boy and a doctor girl . they are forced into marriage . she is a chubby girl he is healthy . she is 5 feet he is 6.1 feet . she is soft hearted he is cold hearted. she loves bubbly persons and he hates them . chubby girl hot romance 18++++

"Mujhe dudu chahiye" "A-ap yeh kya kar rahe hain. Choriye hame" "Aah.... dheere" She moaned as he sucked her pink n•pples harshly.

"Sheesh Mahal na mujhko shuhaye Tujh sang sukhi roti bhaye"

M x F x M " Having a sleep paralysis----kitten " The bed creaked with the weight of my legs as I slowly crawled towards her, my towering frame swallowed her with my silhouette, my face clear now, no black hoodie, no black mask and no voice changer around me. This time, I came raw and exposed, to make her know--that she does get to have second options. It was me, always, forever and ever. The small piece of tank top couldn't hide her big round tits which looked ripe and ready to devour. My eyes held that faint jealously which refused to leave my mind. She had been constantly pushing me to my limits. I thought I would leave her for good, but now. After all those years of restraint, I can't. I hovered over her, my eyes glinting from that spark of jealousy and somewhat obsession, for her. Always for her. My hand reached out for the neck of her tank top, and tugged it down a little which revealed the swell of her breast-------almost spilling out. Her nipples were yet covered, my lips descended down. I bared my teeth like a wolf. the sharp edge gleaming in the moonlight. I bit the flesh of her tits which was between my teeth, hard enough to leave a hickey, the area grew red instantly with the bite. While she lay still, her hand and legs paralysed temporarily in sleep, but she could feel each and every inch of my desire seeping through my body. But there was another pair of eyes watching them, waiting for his turn. ------------------------------ Felt this spicy-- then do check out the story. find me on insta Id- @fic_tion_lo_ve link mentioned in the bio

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. "𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐬." _________________________________________________ She was the girl with ink-stained fingers and dreams too delicate for a world like his. Amaira Joshi had never imagined her name would be spoken in the same breath as the Ranawats-let alone whispered as a possible bride for Yugveer Ranawat, the quiet storm behind a billion-dollar empire. He's everything she isn't. Sharp where she's soft. Silent where she speaks with her eyes. A man built of discipline, duty, and deeply buried demons. The proposal comes not with roses or confessions, but through old connections, quiet conversations over tea-and a stare that lingers far too long. Amaira is not prepared to step into a world of chandeliers and legacy, where love is a luxury and silence, a weapon. But fate doesn't ask permission. And neither does Yugveer Ranawat. In a tale woven with longing, restraint, and slow-burning intensity-what happens when a girl who speaks in warmth is thrown into the arms of a man who's forgotten how to feel? Achievements so far: ✨ #1 in Forbidden Feelings #8 in Intense Love #7 in Heartfelt Romance #23 in Desi Love Story #117 in Desire

Nineteen-year-old Jagat has taken over his family's tailoring shop, mastering the art of fitting fine silks to women's bodies. Unmarried and burning with untouched desire, he finds himself mesmerised by every curve he measures. The women stepping into his shop notice the newfound heat in his hands. What begins as a routine fitting turns into lingering touches, heavy glances, and breathless surrenders. Behind the heavy curtains of his shop, the local women come for new clothes, but stay for Jagat's forbidden touch. Written in Hindlish for an easy, sensual, and modern read.

book #2 in the desire series. This book is the collection of short smutty stories. You all loved my first book so much that on your demand I have brought another book for you all. I hope you all will show the same love to this book. And I will write the tropes and fantastic you suggested to me.

1950 - 55s, set in a village in rural Uttar Pradesh. Kalyani's world crumbles when her father's unpaid debt becomes the price of her future. To save her family from losing everything, she is married into the powerful Zamindar's family as the wife of Abhimanyu Singh.... the only son (heir) of the ruthless Zamindar, Raghavendra Singh. Abhimanyu, a man who despises his father's cruelty and control, never wanted this marriage. But when Raghavendra spots Kalyani's breathtaking beauty and uses emotional blackmail through Abhimanyu's soft-hearted mother, the trap is set. Forced to marry before his 30th birthday, Abhimanyu agreed but just in one condition. He wants his father to step down from his position and hand it over to him. In the shadows of the grand zamindar estate, where duty clashes with desire, an intense bond begins to bloom between the stoic, brooding heir and his shy, pure-hearted bride. What begins as a marriage born from debt slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. Amid family politics, buried secrets, and a father determined to control every life around him, two strangers discover that sometimes the strongest love stories are written by fate... not choice. TROPES ➤ Forced Arranged Marriage ➤ Marriage to Repay a Family Debt ➤ Zamindar's Son × Innocent Village Girl ➤ Lots of Foreplay & Smut (18+) ➤ Protective & Possessive Husband ➤ Forced Proximity ➤ Ruthless Father vs. Rebellious Son ➤ Emotional Healing ➤ Touch Her and Regret It ➤ Jealous & Possessive Husband ➤ Mutual Respect ➤ Love After Marriage Let us join Kalyani and Abhimanyu in their journey of love after marriage... ✨

Slow updates.. 🪷🪷 When a ruthless CEO meets a woman shattered by betrayal, he sees more than her pain-he sees the fire she once had. Determined to bring her back to life, he fights her insecurities, her past, and even herself. Can he heal the girl who has lost all hope, or will her scars be too deep for love to mend? 🎀🎀 Tropes for "Thakur's Tinkle" -Age Gap Romance (22 × 29, 7 years) -Manipulative Male Lead 🎭🔥 -Cheerful but Naïve Female Lead 😊💖 -Cold to the World, Soft for Her ❄️❤️ -Possessive & Overprotective Hero 🐺🔗 -Office Romance 💼💋 -Jealousy & Obsession 👀🥀 -Push & Pull Relationship ⏳💔 -Silent Cries & Hidden Pain Behind Smiles 😊💧 -Insecurity Burn (Self-Doubt, Comparing, Feeling Not Enough) 💔🪞 -No Cheating 🚫💔 And most importantly... -🌚 Dark Romance with Intense Passion 🔥💀❤️ 💐💐

She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?