Not all love stories begin with stolen glances... some are born in the wreckage- chaotic, consuming, and utterly uninvited. Amyra Saxena is 22, fiery and full of words, yet drowning in silent pain. Ahaan Singh Chandravanshi is 27, cold and commanding, with a heart locked behind years of darkness. She talks too much. He barely speaks. She believes in healing. He's forgotten how. But when fate throws them together, their worlds collide-violently, passionately, irreversibly. He enters her life like a storm- unwelcome, unstoppable, and unwilling to let her fall. She becomes his weakness- unexpected, maddening, and the only thing that makes him feel again. What begins as a forced arrangement spirals into something deeper. Raw. Real. Dangerous. But love isn't easy when the past refuses to stay buried. ♠♠♠♠ The person who likes to listen only when he himself is speaking is listening to all of her nonsense talks. The person who finds satisfaction while seeing people begging for mercy can say sorry a thousand times just to make her satisfied. The person who can make people cry just by a look cannot see a single tear in her eyes. A story of fierce passion, undeniable attraction, and a love forged in fire-His Purest Addiction is an intense romance for readers who crave danger, desire, and a bond that can't be broken. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ #1- indianwriter #1- indianlove #1- desilove #2- healer #2- hiddensecrets #3- purelove #4- rude #6- cold Started on- July 19th, 2024

An arrenge marriage tale dating back to 1970s.... A business man and a middle class girl are tied in a bond of marriage, where they accept each other whole heartedly.... One has high temper while the other is soft hearted. Many unexpected things they have to tackle in their journey. Sometime they may face it together , in somecase they may distance themselves. How will they begin their story with eachother? Facing all ups and downs together how will they stand beside eachother ?.... Let's dive in their story....!!! Another reminder Not every 70s story has the daughter-in-law work like a maid or listen to taunt. | I don't own any of the picture I have used in this story, the credits goes to the original owner |

BOOK ONE : TWO SOULS "In a world where crown forbids, their hearts dare to defy." In the opulent city of Jodhpur, where ancient traditions meet modern aspirations, two hearts beat with a forbidden love. Jahanvi Kumari, a spirited young woman living in the shadow of the majestic palace, harbors a secret affection for Devansh Shourya Singh, the enigmatic king of Jodhpur. For thirteen years, she has hidden her feelings, unaware of Devansh's own conflicted emotions. Devansh, torn between duty and desire, returns to Jodhpur after pursuing his studies abroad, only to find his heart still entwined with Jahanvi's. Yet, the weight of royal protocol threatens to keep them forever apart, as the rigid traditions of the palace dictate that royals cannot marry commoners. Will they find the courage to confess their love, defying centuries-old customs? Or will their affection remain forever entangled in the complex tapestry of royal obligations? Will Jahanvi and Devansh defy the constraints of their society to claim their happily ever after? **Book contains mature scenes in multiple number of chapters.**

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

A simple yet beautiful love story

[Student X Professor] Soha is a 22 year 2nd year medical student, in her college she meets her dad's friend's son as a professor. They both maintained professional relationship, never had feelings about each other until their families tied them up together. She is his baby He treats her like a kid

> When Anjal was born, her life was already tied to Aman's - a promise sealed between families before she even opened her eyes. Aman loved her from the day she came into this world, but fate pulled them apart. Years later, when she returned, Anjal was no longer the carefree child he remembered - she was afraid, broken by the world she grew up in. One night, Aman's mistake shattered everything. Her tears changed him forever. He left - not to escape her, but to become the man she deserved. Four years later, he returned as a neurologist - to heal the very fear he once caused. And this time, his love wasn't about claiming her... it was about saving her.

❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞ Book-01 of The Crimson Legacies. Some chains are forged in iron. Mine are whispered against my skin, traced down my spine, locked around my soul. Abhiman Singh Rathore was never meant to be in my world. But he didn't just enter it, he took it, twisted it, shattered every illusion I clung to. A man too ruthless to be called human, too unrelenting to be denied. A man who shouldn't have known my name, yet speaks it like a vow. Who Shouldn't have touched my life, yet now he owns it. A man too brutal, too ruthless, too fixated on me. I've spent years drowning in silence, running from my past, from the ghosts that never stop chasing me, from the truths too dangerous to speak. But then he came. And suddenly, I'm no longer running. Because he won't let me. He is not a savior, not a hero but something far worse. Because he doesn't promise forever. He promises possession. And I don't know what's more terrifying, that he owns me, or that I want him to. And now, I'm bound to him. By a marriage I never saw coming. By secrets that could ruin me. By a desire so dark, so consuming, I don't know where it ends and I begin. He claims me like he was born to, like I was always meant to be his. And there's no running from it. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. ... (English translations available!)

It began with a promise made too early to be understood, He carried it like a secret never spoken aloud, never used as a claim.. He always knew she was going to be his, She never knew there was a promise waiting for her.. So he let her grow, Let her laugh without knowing his name carried history, Let her fall in love the way love should begin without pressure, without force, He wrote letters she would never read, Words meant for time, not expectation.. When college brought them together again, it felt natural Almost quiet.. Two people learning each other slowly, Caring without possession.. Choosing each other without knowing why it felt so familiar.. Their love wasn't loud.. It didn't demand attention, It simply existed.. And somehow, that was enough Until she rejected him.. Between pride and pressure, she was forcefully married Between love and loss, he turned cold The hatred he showed was never real only a shield for the trust she broke And when destiny circled back, it whispered "Shyanne Keh Gaye The.." # 1 *MBBS # 2 *Childhood #1 *Haryana #1 *leader #3 *Political

....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+