In the heart of tradition's cage, A young bride, Halima, her heart in rage. Forced to wed, a man quite elder than her age,Raza, haunted by his past's dark page. In the twilight of their forced union, A forbidden flame ignites,dangerous communion. Desire consumes him, a tempestuous pull,Duty and passion, his soul's duel. Will he wait for her youth to bloom, Or succumb to the tempestuous tides of his doom? The Qaid of their hearts, a captive plight,Love's forbidden dance,doom for innocent heart... ( Copyright©Nida Hasan-2024-All Rights Reserved) #1-1980's on 30/12/24 #1-Nikah on 29/12/24 #10- Desiromance on 30/12/24

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.

My parents named me Roshni - the one who brings light. Maybe, that's why I was never like the other girls. I spoke too much, laughed too loud than the girls were allowed to and never cared about what people said a girl should or shouldn't do. I wanted to live life my way - to read, to dream, to feel every little thing deeply. And when my wedding was fixed, I thought maybe this was it - the start of my happy life. He sent me letters filled with love, words that made my heart flutter. Every morning, I waited for his handwriting, every night I dreamed of meeting him. But my one mistake changed everything. One meeting destroyed everything I ever believed in. In just one night, I lost my name, my honor, and maybe trust of my family. People called me characterless. My would-be husband refused to even look at me. And the ones who once smiled at me, now whispered behind my back. I didn't defend myself. I couldn't. Because sometimes silence screams louder than words. For days, I watched my family's name being dragged in the dirt. And with every insult, something inside me broke - and then turned into fire. Now, I don't want love. I don't want peace. I want justice - for me, for my family, for every woman who was called characterless. They took my light away. But now I will return as the flame that burns everything that tried to destroy me. I am Roshni And this is not the tale of Love but Revenge. Mature Content!

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

"MATURE STORY" "I'M WARNING YOU" I warn you this story contains mature story.This is my story and it is completely imaginary. This story is about the Sarpanch of a village. you will get into the story further. *************** *************** Second book of Thakur series 2nd Book *"MATURE SCENES"* 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 PROMO Aahh Ummm aaa bass Auuurrrr nhiiii...... "woman crying in pain and speaking" Choorr diijiyee ahh Aaahh umm dheeree Auur nhiii ahooo ahh Bassss ahh aahh umm aaa aaahh umm aaa "screams very loudly" Ahh aahh umm aaa ahh umm aaa ahh umm aaa aahh dhereee ahhh ahh ummmmmm dheere ahh aahh umm "she begs a lot" Ahh ahh umm aa aahh umm aaa ahh ahh "she is very tired" Aurr maat kijiye na ab bahut ho gaya bus "she says crying" Nahin Mera maan abhi nahin bhara abhi aur aur vaise bhi mere andar ke Janwar ko tumne hi Bahar nikala hai "his breathing was going up and down loudly but He was not ready to leave her." Nhi au..... ahh uhhaa maa...f kar dijiye ahh aahh umm aa ahh ahh umm aa aahh ahh "she feels like she's going to die" Bass nhiii ahh uhaa uhh ahh umm aaahh "Her whole face was red because of crying and she was shouting loudly." She screams helplessly but it has no effect on the man and she is punished for a mistake she did not commit. *************** *******"******* I would like to tell you again that read this story at your own risk. Because it is 18 plus and those under 18 years of age should not read. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Trigger Warning contains mature content like : forced sex, marital rape, and sex scenes. ~Multiple couple~ ll Mature content 18+||

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

**************************************************************** it was forbidden for them but they want it . she knew she was wrong , A huge one but did she care, nooooooooo she just wanted him and he too but you know, life doesn't work how we want so they drifted away or she thought...... but now they were again standing in front of each other but destiny plays.........

"Some bonds are written long before they are spoken." At just six years old, Shivanya Chauhan was married off in the name of tradition. To her innocent mind, it was nothing more than a game of "playing house." But to Rudraksh Singh Rathore - sixteen, city-bred, and bound by his grandfather's dying wish - it became a silent burden and a sacred promise. Years passed. He left to chase his dreams - a soldier forged in the fire of discipline and duty. She stayed behind - a bride in waiting, her life molded by customs, her heart clinging only to his memory. Twelve years later, Rudraksh returns as a decorated officer, and Shivanya stands before him as a woman - no longer the curious child he once protected. Yet between them lies a bond that defies time, silence, and distance. Was it only a vow he had to fulfill? Or a love written in destiny long before either of them understood it? ✨ A tale of promises, longing, and a love that outlives tradition.