𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

This is an 18+ novel so be careful before reading #18+ #desiromance #indiannovel #smut #cutecouples

He is a mentally unstable person, She is the bravest girl in the village, carefree. His life is full of darkness, conspiracy and cruelty She is like a flower, pure and beautiful. And................they get married. How will they stay together and become the strength of each other. Read to find out.

Banaras, 1970s. She was only seventeen when her parents wrapped her in pink silk and quiet prayers, sending her into the haveli of the powerful Mishra family. No one told her that the last bride of the haveli had died. No one told her why.... Revati never expected love... only silence, duty, and maybe kindness. But her husband, Devendra Singh Mishra, didn't even notice her. Not when she first entered his home, Not when she cried quietly at night, And not when she began to fade just like the woman before her. But years later, when silence had already turned into habit... He looked at her for the first time. This is a story of arranged marriage, buried truths, slow-burning love, and the haunting echoes of a dead bride... all under the shadow of a golden cage.

It's a 90s story..... • Lata sharma a innocent little girl ,was not know to the worldly affairs ,was taught to learn household works from childhood .she was afraid of anger and being little emotional would cry on small things, wanted to become a loving wife... • Aditya Thakur was the sarpanch of the village, he worked and helped people,he I'd a respected man. Respected woman's alot. Cold from inside but soft hearted. Owner of a rice mill. He had no expectation of love or have never fallen in love. Loved his mother and sister a lot . let's see how Lata mends the heart of her cold husband. will she suffer by loving her husband or would be returned by lots of love ??

Guzri hui zindagi ko Kabhi yaad na kar, Taqdeer mein jo nahi uski fariyaad na kar, Jo hoga woh ho kar hee rahega Tu kal ki fikar me aaj ki hasi Barbaad na karr...❤️❤️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Male lead - Vansh Singhania (25 years old) Female lead - Riya Sharma (18 years old) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let's see how their story will be after marriage, how they both gives a chance to their marriage and how she fulfills her dreams 👍😗