The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

Lady Eleanor Cantwell, daughter of the Marquess of Salford, is a proper young lady. With her golden complexion, raven-black hair, and manners befitting a princess, Lady Eleanor has always been deemed a belle. There is just one problem. Lady Eleanor Cantwell is Indian. Having been adopted from India when Lady Salford found herself unable to bear a child, Lady Eleanor is shunned by society, including her mother, on account of her true heritage. The ladies turn their noses at her and the gentlemen only wish for her virtue which she clings to dearly. They certainly have no wish to wed an Indian girl, no matter how pretty she is! Which is why the entire ton is incredulous when a young man - a duke, no less! - offers his hand in marriage to the young daughter of the Marquess of Salford. Lady Eleanor finds it quite hard to believe that any gentleman would wish to marry her and instead of feeling grateful, all she feels is remorse and anger. A husband would only bring with him a mountain of restrictions that were detrimental to her plans of travelling the world - the land of her ancestors, in particular. So, when her parents sell her off to the duke, she realises that she no longer cares for society, her beloved father, or her reputation. And when the duke makes her an enticing offer, she realises she would have to abandon all sense of propriety, manners, and rules to do what he asks of her. She would have to defy. . * 1st Place Winner in HISTORICAL FICTION of the HIDDEN GEMS AWARDS * Featured in the "Diverse Fiction" reading list by @Ambassadors * Featured in the "Historical Fiction" reading list by @AmbassadorsIN * Featured in the "Ambassador's Monthly Picks (Oct 2025)", "War & Military" and "Historical DiverseLit" reading lists by @HistoricalFiction * Featured in the "Historical Adventures" and "DiverseLit Adventures" reading lists by @adventure

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

Obsession Series 2 Ellen Bautista, wife of Hades Maniac. The words tasted like ash in her mouth. One month married, thirty days a prisoner. Bruises bloomed on her skin, a roadmap of his rage. He took her body, not with love, but with a brutal hunger that left her feeling hollow. Respect? A forgotten word. Her opinions were worthless, her dreams mocked. He controlled her, dictating her clothes, her friends, her very breath. Love was a cruel joke, a phantom limb she still felt aching. Each morning brought a fresh wave of dread, each night a silent scream into the darkness. "This is my life now," she whispered, a desperate mantra. But a tiny spark flickered within her, a refusal to be extinguished. Was this truly her fate? Or could she, somehow, find a way to break free?

//The Eternal& The Ephemeral// Rosanne Bard thought getting to her dream university was going to unlock some of the best opportunities of the world-open for her taking, what she didn't anticipate was him. Roman Volkov-an academically brilliant genius but his destiny was the ultimate path to power, one even he couldn't stop, but soon he realised power was best safe in hands that didn't covet it, what he didn't anticipate was her. "Love cascades down rivulets, tracing deceit and overcoming tragedy, lovers turn into warriors once faced with a battle of hearts and minds. So many moments of lies, covered and discarded, Wishing that the illusion of love works just one more time. So tell me now and tell me again, forever is etched in our love, or our love's a dying flame? My mind rushes into every memory of us, decoding, deciphering whether there was a moment you would've undone. So i demand it-tell me now, honestly, are you holding me eternally or ephemerally?" ~ "I have loved her," He said, his eyes almost bloodshot, as the thunder sounded through the gigantic window frames and cast a light on his frame as he leaned against the table- he looked mighty and powerful, a man on the helm of power, but one couldn't miss the longing and agony in his tone as he continued, "I have loved her 5 years ago, I love her today, I'll love her 10 years from now, and nothing can ever bloody change that."

~Highly explicit& adult themes~ "He worshipped the ground she walked on. He'll never let her leave him, he'll go to any lengths to have her by his side." Mr. Armani. 34. Billionaire, chairman of Armani Industries, In the quest for ultimate power, Nickolas forgot the one person that mattered to him, the one person he had built his throne for. Mrs. Armani. 26. Beautiful, chic and enigmatic, Vittoria was done waiting around for a husband that almost never showed up and done saving a marriage that had sunk long ago. Yet, He worshipped the ground she walked on. Divorce isn't on the table, He was going to fight for her. Yet, Only time would tell who would win. -- His hands dip lower and lower, "tell me my love," His voice was husky and thick with intention, his front pressing her back, her dress had rode up, his hands dipped inside her, "would you like me to fuck you raw tonight?" -- This is a dark romance with explicit& adult themes.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝/𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍