A story about Nandini [classical dancer] and Manik [Hitman] falling in love. Nandini should've known better, you can't outrun a hitman. No matter how hot the guy is, a killer is a criminal and she shouldn't let him in. Nandini shouldn't have let him in her life. Worse, she opened her heart for him and so fell in love.

A story of bonds... once unbreakable, now buried beneath time. This tale is woven from forgotten memories, from hearts once close but pushed miles apart, from a bond that time tried to erase but destiny keeps trying to revive. A story of separation... a story of reunion... A story where the heart remembers what the mind has long forgotten.

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

First of I will say now, this story is not own. The story belongs to Lady Miya on Fanfiction.net I am posting this story because I thought more people would enjoy it. Now this story is for 17+. Also, it does contain mature content. Once again, I take no credit for this story. I am only sharing it so more people can read and enjoy it. Now, here is a quick part from her amazing story. ************************************ "She is just a girl!" Dumbledore bellowed. The Minster of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, fidgeted. He was nervous. He had never seen Dumbledore this furious before. He just arrived at the Ministry and found a very angry Dumbledore sitting in one of his royal blue armchairs. Carefully, Fudge sat down behind his pompous desk, made of the finest oak. "I have already signed the Contract for both of them, Albus. There is nothing you can do."

When duty meets destiny, shadows from the past begin to stir... After a devastating attack shatters the very heart of the CID, the surviving officers must rise from the ruins to face a threat more dangerous than ever before. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, a mysterious new officer steps in-haunted by a childhood bond with Officer Purvi that she no longer remembers. As the team hunts a faceless enemy, Purvi finds herself drawn to this stranger who knows more about her past than she does. Amidst bullets, betrayals, and buried truths, a forbidden love begins to bloom-fragile, fiery, and fated. In a world where trust is dangerous and memories lie, can love become their only truth?

Ayushman purvi story

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This story will mainly focus on moran and their love, banters, care for each other and all the emotions between them.In this story you will see that moran love each other unconditionally but didn't confess because they think that words are not necessary between them but to feel the love which they both knew that the other person is love him/her and they don't need to tell this. But they don't know sometimes confessions become important.This story will randomly start from any episode the show and afterwards going according to my imagination. And i know you all will like it. Thankyou.

Kya Moran ki arrange marriage la payegi inko Dil sa ek dusre ka kareeb ya rahenga ek dusra sa bankar ajnabee

This is a moran SS starts from when karan rejected monu... Read the story for more information.