Cursed Curiosities Collection #3 - | Sarpanch X Socialite | COMPLETED "Cock ring." I stroke myself once, the pressure sharp, sweet, and punishing. "You thought you were the only one I punished, little vixen? I chained myself too. Every time I got hard, every time I thought about you, this dug into me. My cock's been locked in torment since the moment you left." ••• What happens when a storm meets his untamable thunder? Soham Kshatriya, the reluctant ruler of Nandhar, is a man of quiet power, who lets his actions speak and always calculates his next move. Dangerous, magnetic, and utterly unpredictable. He didn't seek love, but when it strikes, it consumes everything in its path. Enter Avani Jadhav. 22 years old Mumbai's high-society darling, is sent to a village she despises for a marriage she didn't choose. Polished, untouchable, and entirely unaware of the storm she has walked into. With just one look, she becomes his--mind, body, and all the fire she carries. His desire binds to her in ways no promise or rule can contain. Soham never asked for her, but now he wants her entirely. And Avani is claimed as his Vixen, whether she likes it or not. ••• Available with English translations. All kinds of media used in this book belong to their legitimate owners. ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~

I entered my room, which was decorated with flowers. Today was my wedding night, and my bride was sitting there with her face covered by a long red veil. I adjusted my collar, closed the door, and said, "Rinki..." As soon as I said her name, she instantly lifted her veil. For a second, I got scared seeing her reaction. Then she said, "Aap mere pati ho? (You are my husband?)" I nodded slowly, and she said, "Haan toh aap pehle chal kar dikhaiye. (Then walk and show me first.)" I frowned in confusion, and she continued, "Aap chal kar aur hans kar dikhaiye. (Walk and smile for me.)" I slowly sat on the bed and asked, "Kya main pooch sakta hoon kyun? (Can I ask why?)" She looked at me and said, "........" For knowing more, read the story. I will not disappoint you. Welcome to my world 🌍. translation will be available . ⚠️ mature content will be their too thankyou for patience from you're Anamika 😊🦚🪻

On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

ᐯᗴᗴᖇ KᑌᒪKᗩᖇᑎI : 𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 26 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆. ✯✯✯✯ 𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚒 Zara is 19 years old. She is the daughter of a business man her father is not well known but always fulfills all her demands as her daughter is the last sign of his love Zara is an apple of eyes for her father but a thorn for other family members. She thinks that love is beautiful and everything can be healed with love and care. Her life took a big turn when her path got crossed with veer banglore's most feared gangster. But things will start getting more Tangled when one of them will start falling for the other.