Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

In a small town of the 80s, Anuradha a spirited 17-year-old, is married off to jayveer, a 26-year-old with a strict heart and an unyielding temperament. What begins as a world of cold rules, harsh words, and relentless control-can it ever turn into something tender? Will the girl who has never known freedom learn to stand her ground? Can the man who rules with authority realize the weight of his actions before it's too late? Between playful fights, accidental touches, and stolen moments, two hearts bound by duty begin to discover a love that sneaks in where fear and anger once lived. But will society, family, and their own past mistakes let them stay together? A story of passion, redemption, and first fluttering love, wrapped in the nostalgia and charm of 90s India-where every glance could speak a thousand words, and every touch could change a life forever.

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

Before known as SILSILE -E- MOHOBBAT In the heart of 1990s Rajasthan, where parampara is law and women speak more through glances than words, 17-year-old Sharvri is married into an orthodox Rajput family. Draped in a royal poshak, she looks every bit the Thakurani but no one asks if she feels like one. Viraj Singh, her 20-year-old husband, is not what Sharvani expected. He's educated, quiet, and surprisingly gentle in a household where love is rarely shown and women are expected to obey. From the moment their eyes first met in her father's courtyard, something stirred something neither of them could name, but both would carry forward in silence. What begins as an arranged bond slowly turns into a deeply rooted love formed in between village rituals, whispered prayers, unspoken heartaches, and subtle gestures. But in a haveli where tradition weighs more than truth, will love be enough to survive? A story where: There is no cheating, no betrayal Just love that grows slowly, softly, and becomes everything. A journey of two souls... from strangers to soulmates. ---

She was saved because he gave his name even before her name was decided. She was 3 hour baby and he was a 3 year old child when his father decided their future for the sake of her life. Join on the journey of Ambika and Shuryaveer to know more A story set in 1990s . It has emotions, drama todi comedy and a pure love story which will definitely rule on your hearts

RUDRAKSHA SINGH RAJVANSH the name which is enough to make the entire Bhopal shudder down.The underworld Mafia king who doesn't think before killing someone with greek god body, handsome face,cold hearted, ruthless and the one who believes in no love.But somewhere even his heart beats for someone.His puchku.... AMRUTHA MITTAL a kind hearted, extremely innocent pure soul but life was always unfair to her.The innocent soul was tortured to such extent that she adapted a mental disorder which made her mind like a baby.A girl with lots of trust issues,filled with pain, broken,scared and a complete baby.Will someone become light in her Dark life? The story of two complete opposite people who are meant to be each other's solace but were forced to be separated.One who's life is filled with darkness while the other one who himself is the Darkness.How will these two go through the journey of love and obsession between the tornado of violence and cruelty? "He fell first...." "Both fell harder...." She is his solace. He is her only reason to live. She is his life. He is her everything. She is obsessive. He is possesive. She is his medicine. He is her protector. She loves him beyond life. He loves her beyond the world. She is living for him. He is ready to die for her. SHE IS ONLY HIS. HE IS ONLY HER. Let's dive in together to know their story....

In the dark underbelly of the city, EKARGH RANA ruled with an iron fist. A 29-year-old mafia boss, he was known for his ruthless tactics, cold demeanor, and devastating good looks. His wealth and power were unmatched, and his reputation inspired fear in those who crossed him. But amidst the chaos and violence that surrounded him, Ekargh had discovered a fragile, beautiful soul. He had named her CHINI, a girl with a mind trapped in childhood due to the trauma she had endured. She was like a porcelain doll, delicate and innocent, with a heart that was both fragile and pure. As Chini navigated the world with a mind full of wonder and innocence, Ekargh stood guard, protecting her from the darkness that lurked everywhere. But would his cold heart be enough to shield her from the brutal reality of his world, or would the darkness consume them both? . . . . . well as you all loved the "Mafia's Little Innocence"(MLI) story soo much that's why I thought to bring another cute beautiful book which will remind you of (MLI) with more Love,more cuteness,more romance and more drama which would bring not only butterflies but also the whole zoo in your stomachs ♥️♥️. Hope you would love it and show your utmost love and immense support 😘😘. so just Enjoyyyyy!!!!!!!

The Sarpanch's Claim Devgarh, 1974. The rain falls without warning, soaking the earth, washing the dust from the village roads. Agastya Thakur stands under the shade of an old neem tree when he sees her. Radha. Barefoot in the rain, moving as if the world has forgotten to watch her. There is no performance in her steps, no intention to be seen-only a quiet freedom that unsettles him more than rebellion ever could. In that moment, Agastya understands something with unsettling certainty. This girl will be his. Not because the village whispers about her. Not because she is alone. And not because he has the power to decide such things. But because some truths arrive without asking permission. The rumours surrounding Radha never reach him. Or perhaps they do-and he simply finds them irrelevant. He has ruled Devgarh long enough to know that fear often disguises itself as gossip, and cruelty often hides behind tradition. Radha does not belong to the world that condemns her. So Agastya does what he has always done-he takes responsibility. He arranges the marriage calmly, decisively, without spectacle. Not as a saviour, not as a tyrant-but as a man who knows exactly what he is claiming. She will be his wife. The Sarpanch's Wife. Not owned. Not silenced. But protected, chosen, and placed where no rumour can reach her again. And Devgarh will learn- some decisions are not made out of force, but out of certainty. 🌸 Tropes: 1974 Village Sarpanch Age Gap Arrange Marriage Mature Content 🔞

He wanted a quiet, mature wife. She wanted laughter, freedom... and a little mischief. In a sleepy 1970s village, Sarpanch Devraj was all discipline, strength, and responsibility. At 29 , he believed he knew exactly what he wanted in a wife-a calm, composed partner who would fit seamlessly into his orderly world. Then Meena arrived. Barely 19, full of life, charm, and mischief, she was nothing like he expected-and everything he never knew he needed. Her playful teasing, bright eyes, and unpredictable antics threatened to turn his serious, perfect world upside down. Their arranged marriage was supposed to be simple. Instead, it became a whirlwind of laughter, stolen glances, heated arguments, and quiet moments of unexpected closeness. As sparks fly and boundaries blur, Devraj slowly learns that a wife's true strength isn't in quiet obedience-it's in the chaos, love, and fire she brings to your life.

Warning ⚠️ Mature content 🔞 *child marriage* she was 10 when he's 18 she was innocent girl who didn't know about marriage while he's sarpanch of village cruel dangerous. it's old fashion book so don't hate me for child marriage plot. " bhaiyaa" she scream...... "bhaiya honga tera bhai inaya" he shout he's face darkening with anger. Years later, he leaves the village and disappears into the cold streets of London. Time changes him. The boy who once ruled with anger becomes a man the world now fears - a brilliant lawyer with a dangerous silence and a darker aura. She calls him Rudra. The world calls him dangerous. " hum sarpanch hai baba humpe zor jabardasti nhi kar paoge aur na hi hame us ladki se vivah karne ke liye mana paoge" he said calmly but firmly. " tum uske ghar to jaa aao baki fir baad me dekhenge, tumhari maa ki zidd hai " he's father said with pleading.... Rudrakansh ko sirf ek hi chiz ki bookh h aur vo h respect. ~~~~ "Sarpanch jiiii, please na... aap to bohot acche hai na! Aisa mat karein... bas upar se aam phek rahi hu, pakad lo please!" ~~~~ forced marriage innocent girl × short tempered sarpanch little girl × mature man Possessive Obsession Vo kehte rahe dur raho humse , hum kehte rahe paas hi to hai A promise made in childhood... a destiny waiting to return. He always saw her as just a child, a little shadow growing up before his eyes. But the day she stood before him in a saree... something dangerous woke inside him. A desire he never wanted, a feeling he tried to fight. Because she was the same girl he had watched grow up- yet suddenly, she wasn't just a child anymore. And now... she is his obsession, his stubborn claim, his madness, his burning obsession and wild desire. 🖤 And trust me, guys- this story is worth it. Please give it a try. 🖤✨