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ACP Arjun Suryakant Rawte a tough repel cop who lost his wife Roshni as Sikander his enemy had killed her is searching for him to take revenge from him nobody believed him when he had said that Roshni was killed by Sikander and think that due to his anger only Roshni was killed except one person he is now just alive to take revenge from Sikander it is his only aim to live after his wife's death he faced many difficulties in the path of revenge but he still didn't stop nor did he cared about anything he even lost his team members to due to his revenge What will happen now? Will he will find Sikander? Will he will be able to take revenge from Sikander? Or will he will lose this time as well in front of Sikander? To know the answers for this questions Join me in the journey of ACP Arjun Rawte's life to see what happens next in his life in the path of revenge

A Patriotic Fictional Story About Indian Intelligence Beareu...🧡🤍💚

Two individuals, each at the pinnacle of their own success, are brought together by an age-old tradition: arranged marriage. Can a bond forged by family ties truly ignite into a passionate love? They embark on a journey of discovery, exploring the uncharted territory of shared lives and intertwined destinies. Will their strengths complement each other, creating a perfect union, or will their very brilliance lead to unforeseen conflicts? This is a story of love, tradition, and the unexpected twists that await even the most meticulously planned lives. Hope you have a great time reading it. Started : 5 May 2024 Completed: 17 Nov 2024 Total chapters : 53

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

Meera Raichand: Daughter of Annie and Arjun Raichand. She's sweet, caring and loving. When she loves someone she loves them fiercely. She wanted to serve the country just like her father so she joined the airforce. Planes always amused her. She still fears that her parents would leave her one day. Meera had been in love with her childhood best friend for a very long time but he refuses to reciprocate. Veer Gupta: Son of Viraj and Naina Gupta. He was always a sweet kid but somewhere along the way something happened that turned him into a rock. He loves his family to pieces and would do anything for them. Much like his father Veer too wanted to serve his nation so he joined the army. He too has been in love with Meera since forever but he fears that if he tells her everything will be destroyed. The story about Veer and Meera. Join the journey as they navigate through their past, present and future. What happens when an old enemy resurfaces? Will they be able to face everything that's thrown their way ? Will Meera and Veer finally have the courage to be with each other? WARNING: This story is purely fiction. There might be some violence and smut scenes. I'll put a warning when that's there. *Rated 18+ due to mature content* This story is dedicated to those brave countrymen and women who sacrifice their lives to protect us.

Medha Rajput, 26 yrs old, Is a billionaire who owns numerous restaurants and resorts. A ruthless and emotionless businesswoman, she can silence anyone with just one glare. Feared by many, no one dares to cross her. But beneath her tough exterior lies a broken girl-abused by her grandparents, bullied in school and college, and ignored by the parents she once sought comfort from. Once a sweet, slightly chubby girl, an incident shattered her, turning her heart to stone. At 18, she left India and built an empire, becoming a name that evokes fear and respect in the business world. Shourya Thakur, 28 yrs old Is a billionaire with businesses worldwide. Ruthless and emotionless to the world, he is a sunshine boy at home, deeply loving his parents. He despises people, trusts no one, and rejects love after a brutal breakup. To his family, he is jolly and warm, but to outsiders, he is cold and untouchable, unfazed by women throwing themselves at him. Beneath his bright exterior lies a terrifying truth-he is the cruel and feared head of the Indian mafia, a secret even his family doesn't know. A man no one dares to cross. When Medha and Shourya are bound by an arranged marriage, their cold hearts collide, secrets unravel, and as he fights to love her, she battles the fear of finally being worthy-dive into the book to witness their storm unfold.

Soft Romance turned DARK? He paused, breath heavy. "I know, baby... just hold on a little longer. I promise it's almost over." Tears slipped down from the outer corners of her eyes, disappearing into her hair, silent and raw, as her hands clutched the sheets-lost in the waves of sensation, emotion, and everything in between. "Anaya," he growled, his voice low and commanding, "you don't understand what you're asking for. I've been holding back for your sake, for us. But if I give in... there's no turning back. Are you ready for that kind of storm?" In "Arranged for Love," Vivaan and Anaya enter an arranged marriage filled with romantic tension and unspoken desires. Initially hesitant, they soon find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never expected. Their journey is marked by intense romance and steamy encounters that explore the depths of their growing attraction. As they navigate the complexities of love and intimacy, what starts as a duty transforms into a passionate, softcore, intense romance. MAKE YOURSELVES COMFORTABLE AND LETS START THE STORY !!!

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024