The kim yn 🔥 the story's will be bais with yn......or you can say she will take the lead......tooo..... ✌️

Mohini - why are you tieing me up like Ramu Kaka? Devendra - who the fuck is that Ramu how dare he touch you. Mohini- aree devu not me but malti. Indraman - I'm going to kill that bastard how dare he show you bondage... it's our right ....you are ours only ours. Mohini - He does it when he takes out her milk . It's very tasty you know I drink it daily. Both brothers were going to faint from anger when suddenly Mohini - Malti also poops a lot of gobar . Then Ramu Kaka takes it to the kitchen. The brothers were shocked to realise she was talking about a cow. ~••••••••••••••••••••~ The story of an eighteen year girl with obsidian eyes, holding beauty to captivate the whole of humanity. Unknown to the dangers lurking outside of her chambers, what will happen when two men of the darkest soul come to know of her beauty and gets mesmerized in her obsidian orbs Read more to know about the journey of Rajkumari Mohini after she gets tied up in the knot of marriage with the two most cruelest kings of history Raja Devendra and Raja Indraman.

Rudransh thakur a 29 years old sarpanch height 6 ft 3 inch A very dangerous man for his enemies But he can lay down his life for his loved ones loves his brother very much Chavi a naive 21 years old girl Chavi's mother died in an accident and she now lives with her abusive father This is an erotic smut story set in a village where an age-old tradition binds all the men of one household to marry a single woman. A strong and engaging storyline layered with intense smut Set in a remote village that follows its own deep-rooted traditions Threesome M×F×M Please don't judge the story by its first five chapters-they might feel a little cringe. Stick with it, and I promise the journey is worth it! 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

He holds her life in his hands. Now, he wants to hold her soul. Dr. Lucien Valdez is a god in the operating room. A renowned neurosurgeon with ice in his veins and a mask that hides his true nature. By day, he saves lives. By night, he hunts. All it took was one phone call. One voice. Amore Mancini made a mistake. She called the wrong number and unknowingly invited a predator into her life. She thinks the shadows are empty. She's wrong. He knows her schedule. He knows her scent. He knows exactly where to cut to make her bleed... or make her beg. Lucien doesn't just want to fix her. He wants to break her apart and put her back together, piece by pretty piece. The doctor is in. 📖 Book 1 of a dangerously addictive series. 🔞 18+ ONLY - Contains dark themes, BDSM, and an unhinged masked Dom.

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

In the quiet village of Devgarh , destiny weaves a tale long before its characters understand its meaning. Radha, a bright-eyed, innocent girl, spends her days playing with her best friend Gauri - unaware that her laughter echoes through the heart of Ratan, Gauri's elder brother. He's older, sharper, bound by family pride... and fated to become the center of her world. A decision made by elders, a child marriage performed under the stars, and two lives tied together before love could even bloom. Years pass. Seasons change. From playful arguments to silent longing - their bond grows with time, pain, and distance. When fate reunites them as adults, the same innocence turns into undeniable passion. But love in Devgarh isn't simple. It's bound by honor, family, and whispers of tradition. Will Ratan and Radha find their happiness in a world that once tied them too soon? Or will fate test their Saath Janmon Ka Bandhan - their bond of seven lifetimes?

Child marriage

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Maeve is a simple human. Someone who comes from broken household, so what happens when moving to her half-sisters place in a completely different world? Because suddenly she not only has to struggle to get a fresh start behind her but also how to deal with her soulmates. Those who are apparently very possessive and also protective , because after the first encounter they don't seem to want to leave her side.

His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart. Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness. Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in. Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead