Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."

Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai. Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai. Ye kahani hai... Ek aise ishq ki... Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa... Sab kuch daav par laga diya. Uske naam japte-japte... Main Thakur se jogi bana. Jogi se deewana. Aur deewane se bhakt. Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya. Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki. Par kaun samjhega... Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi... Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi. Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi... Ek aise deewane ki hai... Jiska ishq itna gehra tha... Ki na bhagwan mita sake... Na insaan. Thakur Vanraj Singh. Ek naam. Ek darr. Aur ek aisa ishq... Jo ibadat ban gaya. Yati × Vanraj Her devotee × His devotion

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 .⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 When it's a obsession of a man whom only she matters, no others. He doesn't care of anyone rather than her, but still she's unknown to this. But what if both of become each other's possession, even after he Separated her from himself, he was always with her in every way. Though he didn't knew that sending her out of country will make her what she's not and he never imagined. Both gonna be each other's deadly obsession as it always says. "THE DARK EMBRACE OF LOVE HOLD US TIGHTER THAN ANY LIGHT COULD" *ੈ✩‧₊༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊*ੈ✩‧₊༺☆༻*ੈ In a big mansion a Man in 30's and a girl in her 20's were seen consuming each other in love, lust, desire for each other. "Say your mine" He said as he thrusthed in me deeply. "Ahhh! I'm yours?" I questioned him still knowing it's true I'm his in every way, he controls me ad I let him to do it. "You have no option left, you were always mine" He said getting fast as he thrust deepened in me sending me to heights of pleasure that I have never been, I arched my back in response to meet his every thrust. "Ahhh! H.. How?" I asked him again making him growl against me. "You were born to be mine!" He said with a last thrust and released himself inside of me. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ She was always his, even though the y were not together. He never left her, he was always with her like a shadow. She was bound to him, only him. Yet it was forbidden he cared less, only she matters to him and everyone can just "FUCK OFF". ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Come get dive into their hot love story filled with every emotion Thank you ❤

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

"He was her downfall. She was his ruin. But if love was a crime, they were ready to commit the ultimate sin together." 𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖆 She lived to save people. He lived to destroy them. Loving her was the greatest sin he ever committed - and the only one he chose willingly. She was a doctor, trained to heal. But beneath her steady hands and gentle smile, she was the one who needed healing the most. After her mother's death and a lifetime of her father's hatred, she gave up on the idea of love. She longed for it... but love never came. He came instead - wrapped in vengeance and shadows. She believed he only wanted revenge. He craved revenge... or so she thought. Her own father sold her to him in a contract - her freedom for her brother's life. "Didn't you think about this prince before dying?" growled, dragging her from the edge. "If you die... then who will I marry? From whom will I take my revenge?" (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Aryaveer x Tara 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 ...... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 ,𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 But death didn't claim her. He did. Is he her saviour ? O

A Dark Academia Mystery Thriller Professor Student Romance. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ " Prof RDO, I'll never ever accept you as my husband , you used me for your own gains, I don't consider this marriage as real " She cries clutching his collar tightly in her hands. Her heart bleeding, splintering into pieces. This cannot be the man she has loved since her childhood. " Hmm Mrs RDO, Let's see how long you keep on this oath wife " He groans licking her tears holding her close in his arms. What if she runs away again just like before. " You are such a monster, you ruined my dreams, my hopes , my everything " She hits a series of slaps over his chest And he takes all of it. Because this woman is his life, his everything. Only if she knew why he took such a drastic step. " Now give me divorce and let me go or else I'll------- ummmm " She can't complete her sentence when a pair of rough familiar lips engulf her mouth in a ravaging kiss. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A story about loving someone so deeply that you forget how to love them right. It's a story about love that went too far. About obsession disguised as devotion. This is where it all begins........... ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Extreme mature content ( 18+) Sequel of Quantum Obsession

The Yadavs and the Suryavanshis - two of the most powerful empires in the world, collapsed in a single night. Both families vanished without a trace... as if they had never existed. But did they truly disappear or was it only an illusion? Twenty-four-year-old Rivan Rathore - ruthless billionaire, feared mafia king, and heir to an empire that bows to no one.. believes in control, not destiny. But is he really a Rathore by blood? Meet Rivan Suryavanshi - the last heir of a dynasty the world believes is extinct... The wielder of the seven core universal powers... and the man who resurrected the Suryavanshi empire from ashes. Twenty-one-year-old Ishika Raichand - a hidden princess no one has ever truly seen, lives quietly in Rishikesh, protected by a family that would burn the world to keep her safe. But only they know who she truly is. The lost Princess of the Yadavs. The secret force behind the reborn Yadav empire, the only rival powerful enough to stand against Suryavanshi Groups. The only person in the universe who can challenge him... break him... or bring him to his knees. Because the truth is far more dangerous than rivalry. His seven universal powers are useless without her. And hers are powerless without him. When two fallen dynasties, ancient powers, and a decades-old promise collide, they are forced into a marriage neither asked for... but both were born for. Because some bonds are not made by choice. They are written in blood. Sealed by power. And completed only when two souls become one. Their powers awaken only together. Their pain echoes across distance. And the enemies hunting them have waited their entire lives for this reunion. In a world where love can destroy empires... will they choose each other or survive each other?

Aryan Singhania...A Mafia lawyer and a well known Cricketer.... known for his calm and sharp mind while playing cricket and using that same sharpness in boardrooms full of Dangerous Criminals...One of the most eligible bachelors of the country...He knows how to rule but never to bow... Ritika Chauhan...A common average girl...After doing her Engineering she became a Manager of a ceo of a well known company... She is a soft hearted girl...but never scared of protecting her loved ones and standing up for herself... They met ..They dated even after their most trusted friends tried to separate them ...they survived....but one incident shattered everything...their love..their friendship... After two years they meet again...Not as the collegemates ...not as someone they knew...but as strangers.... What happened that drifted them apart? Will the gap in time be able to erase their pain and suffering?? Will they forgive each other and start a new journey? Will the future help them heal or will it drift them more apart?

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.