Book #1 in the desire series. A collection of short 18+ stories. (Smut) If you want to explore the raw and unfiltered side of human desires, there you go girl this book is for you. Prepare yourself to lose yourself into the dance between love and lust. Where love ignites like a spark and desire knows no bound. »»--⍟--««

He had never known comfort. Never known warmth. No lullabies, no gentle hands, no safety. His father's anger filled every corner of his childhood, and the women his father brought left scars deeper than anyone could see. Sleep never came easily. It was a stranger that avoided him night after night, no matter how many pills he tried, no matter how tired his body grew. He learned early that the world offered nothing but pain and trust was a luxury he could not afford. But deep inside, buried beneath the anger, the fear, and the walls he built, a small part of him still ached for something he had never known. Someone to hold him, someone to soothe the chaos inside, someone to make him feel safe. A part of him whispered that it was possible. That one day, he might find it. That maybe, just maybe, someone would come and quiet the storm within him. And then she arrived. Not as a savior, not as a miracle, but as a presence that slowly began to unravel the walls around him. She became the only place he could lay his head and feel peace. The only warmth that let him sleep. The only comfort that let him finally let go of his past, if only for a moment. This is their story of pain, of trust, and of an intimacy that heals and binds them in ways the world could never understand. A story of how love can be found in the most unexpected of places and how two broken souls can find solace in each other.

I don't know who he is, from where he came but I only know that know he become my Accidental Husband. I don't even know how a meeting turn into that where I am getting struck into forest and know in this Forced Accidentally Wedding. A wife I don't even know who is she from where she come but I know one dam! thing I don't belive in this fucking relationship. The Two sould who is opposite from each other, born in opposite side. Where one is cold hearted not belive in love , belive it is only a waste of time and distraction and in his life there is no time for distraction . Only have soft corner for his family, love his mother alot totally is mother boy. And the other one is totally sunshine love her Family alot belive in fairy tale. Princess of her Brothers , Father and uncle. Only daughter after 2 generation. Can love can bloom in this Two Opposite people? Where each other Family is ready kill each other? Or There story remained only a hidden secret?

--- Title: "Sarpanch Ki Dulhaniya" Description: In the heart of a traditional Indian village, where honor speaks louder than love and eyes follow every move of a beautiful girl-Meher, a 20-year-old innocent yet strikingly curvy young woman, lives a life behind closed doors. Guarded by her overprotective father, she is the silent desire of many men... but no one dares to touch what isn't theirs. Until Veer returns. 35, bold, and newly elected as the village Sarpanch, Veer has everything-power, respect, and a body women dream of. But beneath that rough exterior lies a man with a longing heart... searching for her. One stolen glance at a wedding. One accidental encounter in a dimly lit room. One forbidden touch... and their fates are sealed. From forced marriage to sizzling intimacy, from stolen glances to deep emotional bonding-this is a story of possession, passion, and a love that defies rules. "Tu meri banegi... chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe."

Stories are not always born from love- some are carved from silence, from one forbidden gaze that refuses to fade. He saw her once... just once. And that single moment was enoughobsession. But obsession has a cost. It does not knock, it invades. It bends fate, breaks reason, and turns men into emperors-or monsters. In a world where politics is a battlefield and loyalty is nothing but a mask, their bond became both a weapon to bind his soul in chains of and a wound. This is not a tale of hearts meeting gently. This is a tale where power breathes, shadows whisper, and destiny writes in fire and blood. The story of DEVRAJ AND HIS DEVIKA ---

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

"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.

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....