"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

"A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

A simple, plain fictional love story! • Obsessed male lead • Possesive • age gap • marriage

A beautiful married woman falls for a young neighbor. 🔥 ⚠️ WARNING: This story is strictly for 18+ readers. It contains explicit sex scenes, bold language, hardcore eroticism, threesome and deep, passionate romance.

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ This is a story of obsession, love, and destruction...! Mrityunjay Agnivesh-a name that makes the world tremble. Known as the 'Death Master,' every girl dreams of winning his love. But his heart once belonged to someone else... someone who was taken from him by a cruel enmity. Now, all that remains in his heart is darkness, and in his veins runs a passion-dangerous, destructive, and all-consuming. And then, she entered his life-Shivangi, a girl who lives with a secret from her past, a truth she is determined to keep hidden at any cost. But in Mrityunjay's world, no secret stays buried for long. When the truth is revealed, what will remain? When Mrityunjay's obsession breaks all limits, will Shivangi be able to escape him? Or will his madness consume her in its flames as well?

For all those who tried to find the love at wrong places but eventually caught the right train.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞! R A J V E E R A G N I H O T R I Rajveer is a 29-year-old leading billionaire of Asia. He is gentle hearted yet a cold man who thinks that he doesn't deserved to be loved due to his dark past. But one fateful day he marries her and everything changes. A N V I S A X E N A Anvi is a 25-year-old widow who is blessed with a one-year-old daughter. Her husband died as a martyr while serving for the nation. She has no plans for the future but to live for her daughter, in the memories of her late husband. But little did she know that her remarriage would change everything for her. Tune in to witness the journey of Anvi and Rajveer, where love is long lost but still there is a hope that it may unfold with the coming times. NOTE : This is a work of pure fiction and it solely belongs to me. @copyright reserved.