EXTRAIMLY MATURE CONTENT[18+] People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.

Welcome to VIT, the top most elite college everyone dreams of... and fears. Two rival teams rule the campus. Devils vs Knights. Fights, secrets, loyalties run deep and getting involved is not an option. Enter Ishqi Malhotra: The girl who loves fighting. fearless, sassy, and ready to shake things up. She was supposed to stop fighting and lives under the mask of an innocent girl the for six months... but some rules were never made for her. And then there's Avyansh Raichand: The leader of the DEVILS team. cold, calculated and obsessed in ways that make staying out of trouble nearly impossible. College wars, forbidden love and a girl who refuses to stay quiet... But one thing is for sure.... THEY BOTH FIGHT FOR THEIR LOVE 💗

"I am married." "I know." "I have a child." "I know." "You could lose everything." "I know." "Then why are you still here?" "Because you're the choice I will make at any cost, Doctor." Kavita Sen saves lives for a living. But she cannot save her marriage. She cannot save her family. And she cannot convince the court that she is a good mother. Shreyansh Oberoi is everything she is not - careless, reckless, and far too young to be looking at her the way he does. She is thirty-five, married, and fighting for the custody of her daughter. He is twenty-five, brilliant, and the last person she should ever get involved with. He was never supposed to be her happiness. He was never supposed to be her escape. But somewhere between night duties, court dates, and unsaid things, he became the only person who ever asked her one simple question: "When was the last time you chose something for yourself?" This is not a story about right or wrong. This is a story about choices and their consequences. This is Shiddat.

Rosana "Rosie" Kroeger has a husband named Johnathan "Jon" Kroeger. The couple has two twin boys, Nicholas "Nik" and Anthony "Tony" Kroeger, who are five-years-old. The problem with this marriage is that Rosie was forced to marry John when she was eighteen. That was six years ago. However, there is someone that lives with the family. And his name is Ashton "Ash" Kroeger, who is six years older than her. She has a secret that she's keeping from her husband. The secret is that she's in love with her husband's brother and he loves her back.

The story begins with the idyllic life of a family in Kerala. Pradeep, a kind and trusting man, is married to Vineesha, a beautiful and vibrant woman. They are proud parents of two daughters: Arya, a bright and perceptive 12th-standard student, and Soumya, an innocent 7th-standard child. Their home is filled with laughter, mutual respect, and deep-seated love, a picture of contentment that seems unshakeable. The New Neighbors This tranquility is disrupted when a new family moves into the house next door. The newcomers are the Sharmas: Praveen, a stern and often-absent businessman, his quiet wife Ranjitha, their bubbly 10-year-old daughter Priya, who quickly becomes Soumya's playmate, and their 22-year-old son, Vishal. Vishal is a charismatic and handsome young man, recently graduated and figuring out his next steps in life. The Cracks Appear The families become friendly. The children play together, and the adults exchange pleasantries. A casual friendship develops between Vineesha and Vishal. They start with harmless conversations over the fence, which soon turn into longer chats, shared cups of tea when Pradeep is at work, and occasional messages on the phone. What begins as a simple, neighbourly bond slowly, almost imperceptibly, deepens. Vineesha, perhaps feeling the routine of her life, finds a spark of excitement and youthful admiration in Vishal's attention. For Vishal, the attention of a sophisticated, mature woman is intoxicating. Their "normal friendship" crosses a line, evolving into a secret, intense, and physical affair.

"I'm married," Ishani said, more to herself than to him. "So am I," Rudra replied instantly. The words didn't fix anything. They ruined everything. "This conversation-" Ishani started. "-is already happening," he cut in, calm but firm. "I'm not asking you to do anything, Ishani." "Then why say all this?" Ishani asked He stepped closer-not enough to touch, just enough to matter. "Because someone needs to look at you," he said, voice low, "and not pretend you're invisible." My breath shook. "You make it sound... dangerous." He held my gaze. "It is." A pause. Then, softer-almost cruel in its honesty: "But so is living unlived." My fingers curled into my palm. "This ends here," Ishani whispered. "Nope it'll not end till our last breath baby" , Rudra said as he grabbed her waist pulling her closer. "I know Rudra, but for now let me go before anyone comes" , Ishani said while little panicking her gaze everywhere checking if anyone doesn't catch them.

Ram 65 year old beggar, Anajli a Medical Student had encounter unexpectly. Their meeting changed both of their life. Will it continue? How society would see them? Do Anajli, who is engaged to other person has escape from this. Read the story and find out. This story is entirely fiction from my dirty head and wrote for the purpose of entertainment and fun. It doesnt resemble anybody's life or experience. The story contain taboo relationship with mature contend. Read at your discretion and enjoy.

[Erotic Fantasy] [25+] [ Based on ancient Debdasi Culture in India] Enter my world, where I share the highs and lows of life as a Devdasi in 'Sins and Silk: Offering to the Gods.' From the soft touch of silk to the secrets behind closed doors of a sacred temple, I open up about the experiences that shaped me. Join me on a journey where every moment is exotic, sensual, and unforgettable.

Warning 18+ only (writing it up atm). This is a femdom story that'll contain explicit material which will be written in detail. Updates will be inconsistent because of my studies. --- One day, a quite lost in life librarian discovers something about one of the regulars at her library. The encounter being a catalyst for discoveries the librarian couldn't of ever foreseen.

💔 "I married him to save a child... but I was already in love with his brother." A forbidden love. A forced marriage. A heartbreak she never asked for. In 1950s India, Meenal Sharma's world shatters when her beloved sister dies in childbirth, leaving behind a newborn and a grieving husband. To protect the child's future, Meenal is forced into an unwanted marriage-with her own brother-in-law, the cold and emotionally distant Rajveer Singh. But no one knows her truth. Meenal was never meant to marry Rajveer. Her heart belonged to someone else-Aditya, Rajveer's estranged stepbrother. Their love was secret, stolen in glances and whispered letters. Their future was being planned-until fate tore it apart. Now trapped in a loveless marriage and bound by duty, Meenal must silence her heart and raise a child that is not her own. But as old feelings resurface and buried truths unravel, love finds its way into the most unexpected corners-even between those who were never meant to fall. When betrayal, tragedy, and an impossible pregnancy twist their fates once more, Meenal must make a choice: ✨ Follow the man she once loved... ✨ Or fight for the husband who was never supposed to love her back. A slow-burn, emotional rollercoaster about duty, forbidden love, and the courage it takes to choose your own ending.