His phone buzzed, unable to resist he glanced at the screen --and his breath caught, his composure wavered at the images filled his view as she had sent him her pictures sparked by her friends teasing suggestion. The sight of her was irresistibly alluring. She lay bare, with nothing but a small pillow covering her treasures, her two melons were tantalizingly hidden from view, her delicate fingers grasping them gently. Her other hand rested sensuously on her thigh, the movement of her fingers slow and deliberate . A rush of heat surged through him, and a deep ache settled low in his core as he shifted discreetly. ****** Rudraksh Singh sekhawat was a man forged by fire this name carried weight, respect, and fear. Aarna Thakur was everything Rudraksh was not. Innocent, sheltered, and untouched by the world's harsh realities. Bound my unbreakable vow and someone's wish he found himself marrying a girl 11 years younger . His marriage was a duty, a commitment made out of obligation rather than desire. KathleenNoir Copyright@2024 Mature Content! © All Rights Reserved

"Qubool hai(I accept)," I said with great difficulty and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. I looked at my husband and found him smiling at me. His smile was so mysterious and unusual which created a shiver in my whole system. At the time of Rukhsati(sending off the bride), my mother requested to my husband," Please, take care of her." " Don't worry. I will love her and take care of her so much that she will forget her own family," He replied chuckling but I felt something fishy in his voice. Will he really love me and take care of me the way he is promising to my mother? Warning - Mature scene ahead with graphic scene of violence. If you are uncomfortable then don't read. I don't want any hate comments later. ****Plagiarism is strictly prohibited. Don't copy others hard work. Create your own work." Copyright © 2020 by Artemisia

Some may think , Money is the ultimate thing . Those people measure everything - Relations , Status , Respect with Money. For some it was a mere Paper , a means to buy something or a tool required for survival in the present world . KARTHIK - A Man born to a humble father and a loving mother in a village. SAHANA - A Woman born to an Arrogant father and a emotionally dead mother in a city. Let's get into the story to see how these two lives get connected with each other by sacred bond of marriage. Marriage... Is it love? Arranged ?? Forced ??? Update schedule Daily 1 update @ morning ... If the given target achieved, 1 update @ night ...

Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.

She wakes up in a stranger's bed, a diamond ring glimmering on her finger - a symbol of promises she cannot remember - a vow forged in a past that's been stolen from her. Everyone says she's fortunate. That she's blessed. That a beautiful home, a devoted fiancé, and a spotless future await her. But when her pulse falters under his gentle touch... when her skin shivers instead of warming - something deep within resonates with the alarming feeling that something is profoundly, dangerously wrong. He insists it's for her own safety - that something awful happened, that healing simply takes time - but there's a fire in his eyes, a possessiveness he cannot mask. And somewhere in her mind, a locked box rattles against its chains. And at night, in the quiet... she dreams of another man she does not recognize. Until one day he steps out of the shadows. Not with flowers, but with fire, with danger, with a confession forged in the pure agony of a love forgotten. Not with comfort, but with a storm in his eyes and a voice that trembles when he says- "You promised to remember me," he whispers. "Even if the whole world made you forget." He is not kind. He is not patient. His love is wild - a consuming force - a sin that feels more elemental than redemption. The moment he reaches for her, the carefully woven lie starts to unravel, thread by thread, until the awful, beautiful truth emerges. She doesn't know his name. But her soul does. Now, stranded between two men - the man who offers refuge within a perfect illusion and the man who holds the key to a catastrophic reality - she must make a choice. To stay safely oblivious... or to break free and remember the life that was stolen from her. Because someone made sure she forgot. And they'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Some truths are dangerous - and some memories are worth everything.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

Imagine this: you're a perfectly ordinary office worker, stuck in the usual cycle of emails, coffee breaks, and daydreams about living in a fictional world-when suddenly, you wake up after a disturbingly vivid memory of... well, dying. And if that's not strange enough, you find yourself in the body of your all-time favorite villainess from a third-rate novel you read to escape reality. That's exactly the predicament Natalia's found herself in. After her untimely death, she opens her eyes to discover she's now inhabiting none other than Leticia Medicci-the infamous villainess destined for a tragic end in her favorite light novel. A character who, despite being written off as a one-dimensional villain, always captivated her with a strange sort of charm. But now, facing a pre-written demise and with a deep knowledge of Leticia's world, Natalia realizes she has one advantage: she knows exactly how the story's supposed to go... and exactly what she needs to change if she wants to survive.

The powerful haryanvi saga of a devoted man fighting his lover's fear "Baat ko samjhiye... hum nahi ho sakte ek," she whispered against his lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. His breath trembled. "Kyun nahi ho sakte ek..."His voice cracked between anger and pleading. He brushed his lips over hers again, desperate and scared. "Aapka khandan.. mujhe kabhi apna nahi paayega," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to calm the storm rising inside him. He smiled faintly, lips still touching hers. "Unke apnane ya na apnane se kya farq padta hai, jaan" He took a deep breath, his chest pressed against hers "Humne toh apna liya hai na, aapko." Her fingers brushed his hair back. She swallowed hard. "Lekin...aapke maa-bapu aapse naraz ho jaayenge, na Pardhan ji." He closed his eyes and kissed her again, slower this time ,a silent plea for her to understand how much she meant to him "Unki narazgi seh lenge, lekin aapka chale jaana humse nahi saha jaayega," he murmured. Her breath caught. "Badnaam ho jaayenge aap...hume apna kar ke.." He cupped her face, thumb tracing the mole on her chin. "Agar badnami ke badle, aap mil rahe ho" He paused, eyes fixed on hers. "Yoh jaat sareaam badnaam hona chahvega" His Haryanvi accent rolled smoothly over his tongue She looked up. His eyes were steady not just possessive but certain, as if he had already chosen her against the world. Before she could argue, he pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Shhh..." Her heart hammered. She nodded faintly. Then his voice dropped to a vow. "Ek baat samajh lijiye, Heer..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Agar iss jaat ki koi jaatni hogi, toh woh sirf aap hongi, sirf aap," he said, his voice deepening on the last words to let her know he meant every bit of it. He looked straight into her eyes, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Samjhi... MRS. HEER ANIRUDH SANGWAN." He kissed her forehead softly before standing up. To be continued... Story by AishRomantics

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 In a world where shadows of the past loom large, I find myself entwined in a marriage I myself had said 'yes' for. Because I can never be a mother. Never. And he himself had agreed that he had no problem with it. I was so happy the day I thought - maybe, my life could come back on track. Like a fairy tale. But, I don't know what went wrong after our marriage. Karthik Yadav, the enigmatic heir to a powerful empire, who exudes an icy demeanor that hides a turbulent soul - turned TURBULENT towards his wife too. His coldness cuts me deeper than any wound ever could. Then one day my sister-in-law tells me - he used to love another girl before our marriage and maybe he is in love with her even now and that's my BREAKING POINT. My heart is shattered into pieces, in a way that no one will ever be able pick it up and mend it again. My life is RUINED. Atleast that's what I think. Little did I knew - beneath his harsh exterior lies a heart burdened by secrets-secrets that mirror my own. In this twisted tale of pain and longing, will we be able to break the chains of our past and find solace in each other, or are we destined to remain strangers in a marriage built on silence?

The story set in 1980's Indian Love story of anita kaashi who belong to poor family as anita's mother work in Royal haveli of singh's raghuveer singh belong to royal family current king who rule all over the country Read to find their love story * pictures are not mine they are from google *