The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

She returned with a degree in her hand, not knowing fate had a crown waiting for her. Rajkumari Anvica Singh Rathore, kind-hearted and gentle, had spent years away from the royal politics of Rajasthan. But the day she returned, destiny entangled her in a web she never saw coming. At the grand coronation of Maharaj Rajvardhan Singh Shekhawat-King of Rajasthan and fiancé to her elder sister-she finds herself face-to-face with the man she secretly loved since childhood. What she doesn't know is... he never wanted her sister. He wanted her. Always did. And on the day of the wedding, he does the unthinkable. One sister disappears. The other is forced to take her place. And with that, begins a tale of stolen vows, silent love, royal secrets, and a deception so deep... even love might not survive it.

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.**

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

"You will receive my resignation letter in two days." She repeated, stepping down gracefully, her presence commanding the space between them. She raised her chin and locked her gaze with his, unflinching, unwavering. "And never-ever-come before me again, Kunvar Sa. And remember this-if anything happens to my parents, you will find me before them. So, come only when you are prepared to face Ruhanika Pratap Singh!" Her voice burned with fury, her words sharp as a blade. Taking another step closer, she reached out, pressing a single finger against his chest, right where his heart beat beneath the fabric of his kurta. Her eyes, ablaze with unrestrained wrath, bore into his soul. "Aur agar hamare Maa-Baba ko kuch hua..." she whispered, her voice a lethal promise, "toh hamari jaan-yeh jaan bhi hum le lenge." (If anything happens to my parents, I will take your life with my own hands.) Every syllable shattered him into pieces. He staggered back, collapsing onto the steps of the ghat, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. Helpless. Defeated. But even through his despair, the fire of vengeance raged within him. He would not beg-his pride would not allow it. A tale of love drenched in hatred. A war between two royal bloodlines. Ruhanika Pratap Singh Daughter of Hukum Sa and Hukum Rani Sa of Rajasthan. A woman of grace, warmth, and boundless spirit-one who worships her parents with unwavering devotion. Vardan Singh Rathore Son of the King and Queen of Jodhpur. A young and successful businessman, ruthless and unyielding-one who harbors a hatred as deep as the desert sands for the Hukum of Rajasthan. A love entwined with vengeance. A battle of wills. Who will surrender first-the heart or the bloodline?

I am an iron sword and she's magnetic ✨ If I said no would you not marry me ?" He asked me "Umm no it's nothing like that I just thought I should be honest about my choices. Afterall it's my marriage too." I said it and stared at him for his reaction. He looked away for a movement and then went towards his bed and brought his dragger A dragger? He came towards me hand handed me the dragger and smiled again looking into my eyes. "Qataar dene ka matlab samjhti hai n aap?" (You understand the meaning of gining dragger right?) "Jii? Jii! Hamara matlab hai haa." (Yes? Yes! I mean Yes.) "Bs phir yahi hamara jawab hai." (That's it then this is my my answer) He told me. Princess of Chandrabhaaga CHANDRA ADEERA Gets married to the King of Suryavansh VIKRAM ADITYA As to protect a treaty signed between the two kingdoms. Adeera didn't want to get married yet for some reasons, Meanwhile this was the first time Aditya showed interest in marriage. A stubborn princess married to a Strong headed king, how would their marriage turn out?