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.

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

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 are fucking mine , mine to care , mine to ruin, mine to fuck , the day I layed my eyes on you , I knew you were made for me. " he whispered huskily and she felt goosebumps all over her body. " I am not yours get that in your head " she shouted back. She was scared but didn't let that show on her face yet he knows everything. Her fate played a big game, she was forcefully married to an unknown stranger who is her enemy and claims to own her. She was standing face to face with her death, he could kill her anytime he wants. Her heart was beating rapidly as she made direct eye contact with him . But her breath hitched and her body froze on its spot when he again whispered against her ear. " Undress " but she was too stubborn to obey him And he was too determined to make her obey him. ****** Viransha Singh sisodiya the princess of a small kingdom Jodhpur , her beauty could make anyone fall on their knees, every king wanted her to marry their son. she was kind and innocent but something happened with her which gave her a lifetime trauma. A dark secret which she buried deep inside her. Rakshat Rao Rajpurohit, the king of a big empire ' Ashoka ' his main palace is in Maharashtra. A walking red flag with a face of green flag which can make anyone fall for him .Opposite to what other kings and princes were , he was cold, dangerous and merciless. A dark past hidden behind his cold eyes which was reason for him to be merciless. But what if jodhpur and Maharashtra are two enemy kingdoms who despise each other to an extent that they are ready to do anything for revenge. What will happen when fate ties them together in a sacred relationship, will their feelings for eachother will change ? Or their hunger for revenge will lead them to destruction. What will happen when her dark secrets are exposed will he accept her or will leave her ??. A story full of rolar coaster ride of twist and turns.

"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?