Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance . "Door hato varna ye chhadi se peet dungi main tumko bhondu ram" Move away or I'll beat you with this stick, you foolish man. She glared at me with her big beautiful eyes. And yes, she calls me bhondu ram because I have not told her my real identity. I am so mesmerised by the way she carries herself, so soft yet so intense. She felt like a flowing river, calm from above but holding the most devastating currents within. I cleared my throat and mumbled with a pout, "Arey thoda sa hath lag gaya aapke hath ko... galti se..... maaf kardo.." I just accidentally touched your hand a little... forgive me... I held both my ears with my hands while looking at her. Every man in fifty villages would collectively get a heart attack if someone told them that Thakur AbhiUday Singh was holding his ears in front of someone. But she was different because she was Sona. My calmness in this cruel world. I looked up at her and she huffed, the frown on her beautiful face still intact as she glared at me again warning, "Dubara agar mujhe chhua to main tumhe isi naal me dubo kar maar dungi or uske pehle chhadi se peetungi bhi" If you touch me again, I will drown you in this canal itself and before that I'll beat you with this stick too. I bobbed my head up and down saying, "Nahi chhunga.... kabhi bhi nahi.. ye bhi galti se ho gaya" I won't touch you... never again... this also happened by mistake. "Mujhe chhune ka hak sirf mere pati ka hoga... or kisi ka nahi.. smajhe" Only my husband will have the right to touch me... no one else... understood? She said and began walking ahead as we were going to steal mangoes from the nearby field because madam ji wanted to eat mangoes. Her words kept ringing in my head... and I smiled... 'Chhune ka hak sirf pati ka hai....hmm...' My heart screamed. 'Only husband can touch...hmm..' 'Relax yaar' I said to my heart. TROPES chaotic fl x introvert ml slow burn romance mature themes dirty talks

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

" You are cute " " I know. You just delayed to say that" ᥫ᭡ Just some phone calls & two hearts are connected! Started on 3rd May, 2024 Finished on 9th May, 2024

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

~Glimpse~ "Dusro ki Cheezo ko Lena, Acchi Baat Nahi Hoti hai Bai sa." She looked back and my eyes met those Beautiful Orbs, A small frown spread on her Calm and Gorgeous Face as She turned her face back towards the Peacocks and asked. "Aapko Humara Note nahi mila? Humne Aapki Desk per Rakha tha." "Note Toh Mila par, Hume Apni Cheeze Baantna pasand nahi hai" I said, Trying to Tease her. But Her being the Innocent person, She turned to me and Closed the book, Before forwarding it in my direction. "Sorry, hume pata nahi tha. Actually I love reading and When I saw this book it fascinated me, so I thought... But It's Okay I will read it some other Day." She passed me a smile and kept the Book On the Ground for me to Pick. I held her hand and Kept the book back in her Hand making her Look at me with Confused Eyes. "Humne Kaha Hume Pasand Nahi hain, iska ye matlab nahi ki Hum Seekh nahi Sakte. Hone wali biwi hain aap humari, Zindagi Baant rahe hain aapke saath chizein Baantna bhi seekh Jayenge." □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ ~Protagonist~ Abhimanyu Singh Rathore, 29 year old Young Man Known as Hukum of Rajasthan by the Residents of Rajasthan, While He is known as a Sharp minded Business Man in the Industry. Ridhima Mishra, a 24 -soon to be 25- year old Psychologist, Not Psychiatrist, Hope you know the difference, Is know as a Kind and Understanding Person by the people around her. □■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■ To see how their love story will Unfold, Do check out my book Hukum's Biwi, Which is the First book of Rathore series..

~Glimpse~ I stepped out of bathroom and saw my hukum sa standing there with his back facing me "Abhir." I called out his name before turning my back towards him, what is he even doing here? "Rooh? what happened? why did you turned around?" "Abhir, maa sa ne kaha tha hum ek dusre se nahi mil sakte Haldi ke baad." I spoke in a hushed tone to which he chuckled. "Come on Jaan, I haven't seen you since last night, now I can't wait till evening, Please." He spoke, I felt him step forward. Hey Mahadev, This man. "Nahi abhir aap jaiye yaha se, Hum ek dusre ko nahi dekh sakte matlab nahi dekh sakte final." I walked ahead trying to create a distance between us. "Jaan- He started but I cut him off in between. "Veer aap sunte kyu nahi hai humari baat, jaiye." "Accha theek hai Jaa rha hu." He spoke but Suddenly i felt him behind me, his hand around my waist. He kissed the side of my head before He left while i stood at the same place with wide eyes, slightly open mouth and red cheeks. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Abhir Singh Rathore, Hukum sa of Rajasthan and CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, arrogant, fearless & emotionless for the world but a sweetheart to his family. Not a social person. Ruhanika Chauhan, A Junior Cardiologist and an NGO owner. Sweet, Innocent, confident. She loves her family the most. And will do anything for them. She wants to be the top cardiologist in India. ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ To find out their story which includes alot of cute moments, little fights and a past lurking around, Do read Hukum's Biwi pt. 2

I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.

A marriage neither of us expected, a chemistry neither of us could deny. He fell first, but I fell harder. When love and passion collide, will I be able to handle the intensity of his desire? Or will I lose myself completely in his touch? - Village Story (1980s) Sarpanch - Arranged/Unexpected Marriage - He Fell First, She Fell Harder - Slow Burn with Intense Chemistry - Teasing and Banter - Kinky 🔞 Mature Content | 18+

𐔌𝐌𝐔𝐐𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 ~ 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ ₊ ꒱ ✧─── ๋࣭ ⭑ - Dedicated to all my readers, ❝jinhone mohabbat to kar li par us chahat ka izhaar na kr sake...❞ ───✧ Written by Lily ★·🌷·