....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

It's an adult story based on Indian household where the daughter in law, gets into affair with her husband's uncle. The story contains infidelity, desire, passion, love, and mention a bit of Hindi words.

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

Kalyani and Agastya have been married for six years. They have the perfect life- good health, great wealth and two beautiful children. As they are healing from a recent trauma, their past visits their present disrupting their happiness. Disclaimer: THE CHARACTERS, EVENTS AND ENTITIES DEPICTED IN THIS BOOK ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITY TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. NO OFFENCE TO ANY PERSON OR COMMUNITY IS INTENDED.

The story is set in 1998.It's an arranged marriage between Vasudev and Janaki.Though she was a replacement bride , the story explains how they accepted each other and fell in love .It's a slow burn romance.

A simple story of two souls bound in arranged marriage. This is the story of Aarushi Thorat and Aditya Rathore. None of that glamour or glitz. Just a simple story involving two souls involving love, care, respect and understanding. Genre: Contemporary Romance / Indian Fiction Ranked #1 in understanding Ranked #4 in introvert Ranked #7 in comfort (Thanks to my readers!) Aditya Rathore is a software engineer who prefers silence over small talk. He is kind gentle and observant. Aarushi Thorat, a thoughtful biology teacher, finds comfort in quiet classrooms, rainy afternoons, and books she's read a hundred times. Both are introverts, both are content with their lives-and both are ready to be married. Not because they believe in the magic of first glances. But because they believe in stability, companionship, and showing up-for life, for family, for someone else, for their better halves. Their arranged marriage isn't filled with fireworks or cinematic gestures. There are no last-minute confessions or grand romantic speeches. Just two people with calm hearts and open minds, willing to build something steady. As they navigate shared meals, unspoken expectations, and the slow unraveling of their inner worlds, Aditya and Aarushi begin to discover that intimacy doesn't always need drama-and that love, when it arrives quietly, can be just as powerful. Perfect for readers who believe that real romance isn't always loud-it's often found in the soft, steady hum of two lives slowly becoming one. Introvert x Introvert Software Engineer x Biology Teacher

Book 8 of the Mangoverse • A Marriage in Trouble Romance • His dream was to see his business roar and touch new heights. Her dream was to have a perfect family she missed out on as a child. When he married her for his gain, she had hope that one day she would win him over. That hope dimmed every day until it vanished. If six years of marriage didn't change anything, she didn't think anything else would. So she crushed her hopes with her own hands. She never complained, never fought. But it's different now. Her wounds are deep and she would not let them bleed anymore. Leaving him seems like a good option. But it is never that easy. He never knew of the pain she hid behind her supportive smiles, and now that he does, he is willing to ask for forgiveness. Or beg for it. Whatever works. He never had any intention of letting her go. Even before he married her, she was his, and he is determined to prove it now more than ever. ------

A beautiful story between a chubby, clingy girl and a mischievous, naughty extrovert. what will happen when an arrange marriage would tie an ambivert with an extrovert. the story would carry fluff, puppy love, cuddles and mature them. Let us take this story of Anika and Arjun to our heart. First book of 'Was it was' series

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

A fierce princess. A ruthless Mughal king. Bound by a cold, political marriage neither wants. In ancient India's royal courts, love will have to fight through silence, fire, and forbidden desire. Historical romance. Slow burn. Dark passion. _____________________ The courtier had laughed. Too loud. Too long. And Siyamika had smiled-just for a moment, just out of politeness. But that was enough. Later that night, the palace corridors whispered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Her chamber door slammed shut. She barely had time to rise before he was in front of her. Zayyan. Cloaked in emerald, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something she couldn't name-but it wasn't cold. Not this time. "Was he amusing, rajkumari?" His voice was quiet. Deadly. "Did his jokes warm your lonely little evenings?" Siyamika stepped back, her spine brushing the carved pillar behind her bed. "I only smiled. It was-" "Too much," he growled. "Too soft. Too pretty. Too tempting." He reached for her chin, fingers curling firm, almost rough. She gasped-more from the closeness than the grip. "You are mine." "And if I have to remind you..." his gaze dropped to her lips, "...I will." _____________________________ Then he kissed her. Not with affection. Not with tenderness With anger. With control. With punishment. Her hands pushed at his chest-resisting, struggling-but he didn't move. Didn't stop until he had tasted every ounce of the fire he tried to bury. When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged. Hers was stolen. "Let that be your last smile for another man," he said, voice like thunder. "Or next time, I won't stop there."