She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Two young kids got married very young age .At the age of 7 seven where girls use to play with her dolls our shivi was herself dressed like a doll in bridal dress , her small hands are covered in heena , her small wrist are filled with red bangles and making sounds when she was moving her hands as she was very wearing them. As she has seen her mother wearing those bangles and always loved there sounds. She use to demand her mother to bring her bangles from the market whenever she went out for grocery shopping and her mother use to smile at her . Her small payal was placed in her feet. On the other hand Yash who is 12 years old dressed in the sherwani looking like a handsome small groom with a frown on his face. He was irritated with her parents as they were not letting him play with his cousins as they old him that he can't play with his cousins as he is soon going to get married and should behave like a responsible person other how he will support and take care of his bride. Come join this journey of Yash and shivi and see how they will cope with this great changes coming in their life . Yash is very demanding and possessive kid who gets everything what he wants even at the age of 12. He is a bright student always comes 1st in his class and wants to become a great bussinessmen like his father in future. Shivi is a naive and innocent kid . She loves her parents very much and comes from the small family of village. This is my 1st story so please ignore my mistakes and support me . 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

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Dark Romance| Strictly 18+ Warning: Mature audience only. "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫." Abhimanyu Singh Rajput was shackled in the memories of past, a honey-brown eyed beauty bringing him to a point of oblivion. She became his need, a drug that filled through his senses and left him craving for more but she was gone, leaving him alone in the darkness of night. Without her, his life became an abyss, dark and empty, sucking his sanity and ruining him. His love for her was pushing him into depth of destruction and he won't stop until he has her by his side, even if it means going unhealthy lengths to have her. Sinister plans were made, blood was spilled, hearts got tainted, obsession reached it's peak and a lethal tragedy was created. ___ Triggering warning :- Contains Trauma, violence and suicide.

Warning: Cutest rom-com ahead. The male lead is a dangerously charming, narcissistic kamina you will ever find. Reader discretion advised. Prem Khatri, the quintessential berozgar (unemployed), juggles two main occupations- a part-time job searching for real employment and a full-time job enduring his parents' incessant taunts. Money is his obsession. He worships money, dreams of money, and lives for money. Unfortunately for him, money despises him and always stays out of reach. Prem knows there are two ways to earn money- through hard work or by being a money-digger. Naturally, he opts for the latter. Why? Because it's easier and he's smart as fuck. So, when a wealthy lady suddenly crashes into his life like a storm, he does what any self-respecting money-digger would do. He wife her up. But soon, Prem realizes that along with money issues, he now has Biwi issues too. As if that weren't enough to make his life hell, he also has to deal with a miniature version of his wife, a little girl he despises to the core but who has him wrapped around her little finger, much to his dismay. Embark on the rollercoaster journey of Prem Khatri- the opportunistic money digger; Radhika Arora- the formidable boss; and Pari Arora- the mischievous little troublemaker. ***

ML:NAME: abhiraj singh rathore AGE : 30 CEO OF ONE OF THE BIGGEST COMPANY IN INDIA "RATHORE INDUSTRIES" UNDERWORLD MAFIA BOSS KNOW AS "MOKSH" ( SALVATION) COLD, EMOTIONLESS , RUTHLESS, SHORT TEMPERED . HATE LIES AND BETRAYER "my titli my butterfly I'll protect her from every harm, every person" Fl: titli sharma AGE : 23 CEO OF "HOPE" EVENT ORGANIZATION COMPANY SWEET , CALM, INOCENT , SMART. LOVE'S HER BROTHER. " •this story is mine • 18+

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

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Isn't it bizarre as to how important is the name of the family in the society today. How allot of things happen behind closed doors but it's all Happy and Happening for the world! What DEFINES the life of an Indian Bride?! SACRIFICE . Join Aarohi in her path to sacrifice for the sake of the NAME of the family! It's Trouble in Paradise? Yes! But it's more about the harsh reality the society and women are facing today! _________________________________ "She's Pregnant with my child" That's where the world shattered and the journey of SACRIFICE started!

"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 ,𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝". "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜"? "𝚈𝚎𝚜". "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛"? 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫. one is held in the threads of past and one is over with it to shape a future. Both have still the shadows lurking behind yet are strong enough to chase thier fears away. He is cold like ice and she is fiery like fire , opposites yet have the thirst to find thier solace in each other. Tied in a knot ,could they fight for each other and know thier real feelings or would they fail ? what would happen when their worlds would collide in the utmost beautiful from of an arrange marriage. Can Kabir mend her broken heart? .. _____________________________________.. ______________ PLAGIARISM IS PROHIBITED COPYING ANY SCENE IS PROHIBITED