18+ Mature content!! 80s romance book~~ Daily Updates!! A soft girl Gulab from little village got married to Captain Shivender Singh. Dive in to know about their story and witness their soft yet intense love. If you like stories with kuchu puchu romance and lot of romantic scenes.... this is the right choice✨🤏. I promise in every chapter you would feel the literal butterflies roaming in your stomach🦋🦋. With each dialog from Our Fauji saheb, you would scream into your pillow a little more👻💃!!! And not to forget, you would love the shy and innocent Gulab🌹

It wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to fall inlove with the man my stepsister is arranged to marry. While i'm stuck being the "maid" for my stepmother. A book about a young girl trying to find her happiness during life with her possessive stepfamily, when she meets the Kings family. Read to find out about Jasmine Daulker and Greyson King's love story, inspired by a cinderella story ౨ৎ I bite my lip, looking down. "I can't help it." He sighs. I look him in the eyes as I fall to my knees, his head tilts to the side in shock. "Can I, help you maybe." I take his length into my hands, stroking it releasing a moan from him. "Jasmine." He takes my hair into his hands, "Fuck." He groans.

"Aap bhut bure ho"🤣 "Ab jo bhi hoon apka hoon Chaudharain"😍 ...................... "Pati ji suniye"❤️ "Ha bolo meri Chaudhrain"🔥 👑Veer Chaudhary The man who carried the weight of an entire village on his shoulders. At 28 years old, Veer Chaudhary was the respected Sarpanch of his village. A man of few words, feared by many and understood by none. His strict rules, commanding voice, and piercing gaze were enough to silence an entire crowd. No one dared to look him in the eyes while speaking. Dressed in a simple white kurta-pajama with a traditional turban, he lived a disciplined life, believing that respect was earned through honesty, responsibility, and justice-not fear. People called him stone-hearted. But behind that emotionless face was a man who had buried every feeling for the sake of his village. --- 💓Paro An 18-year-old village girl with innocent eyes and a heart full of dreams. After losing her mother as a child, her Baba became her entire world. He loved her more than his own life and protected her from every sorrow he could. But the village never accepted her. People called her "Manhoos" (inauspicious). They whispered that she brought bad luck. They warned others not to meet her eyes. Every cruel word slowly filled her heart with fear until she stopped believing she deserved love or happiness. She lived quietly, hiding behind her veil, afraid of the world that had judged her without ever knowing her. One was feared by the village. The other was rejected by it. What happens when the village's fearless 28-year-old Sarpanch crosses paths with the girl everyone calls cursed? A heart-touching love story set in a beautiful Indian village during the 1990s, where traditions were stronger than emotions... and love had to fight against society itself.

"you don't have to do this just because your parents said.... You still didn't finished your studies.... If you don't like me say it directly papa I will take care of your parents... They can't force you for this... Say something papa" "There is alot to see and achive in life other than getting married papa.... You to have such dream to achieve right you are too young than me. If you marry me then people will make fun of you we have 10 years age difference papa" that broke her patience level... "yov... Mr. Senior citizen.... First stop calling me papa.. I am not a baby.. I am already 23 that mean I am already crossed the age of minimum legal age to get married in India.. And why the hell you care about others opinion... It was me who is going to marry you... And I don't find anything wrong in this And you won't get another girl to marry you other than me.... So stop talking like a bommer and advice me like this.... Get ready to tie tali around my neck... Understand..... " "I already love someone for 30 years... I can't love again... I can't give you the love you deserve... you are too young..... You don't have to go through the pain.. " "I know everything.....you don't have to worry about me that much.. She is your past.... That to one side love.... So she is not going to come back to you ever.... Then why should I worry about it... I know how to make you love me...." That surprised him.... "you are not understanding....... You are living in a delusional world which is different from reality. this won't work... you are too childish and immature. " he said to her. " If both the couples are serious then life would be boring Mr. senior citizen... We will be the cutest pair... mature boy and childish girl makes best pair... Don't you know ?" She asked him with dreamy eyes...looking soo cute and childish.. Join the story of Rudra and Nandhini

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

1950 - 55s, set in a village in rural Uttar Pradesh. Kalyani's world crumbles when her father's unpaid debt becomes the price of her future. To save her family from losing everything, she is married into the powerful Zamindar's family as the wife of Abhimanyu Singh.... the only son (heir) of the ruthless Zamindar, Raghavendra Singh. Abhimanyu, a man who despises his father's cruelty and control, never wanted this marriage. But when Raghavendra spots Kalyani's breathtaking beauty and uses emotional blackmail through Abhimanyu's soft-hearted mother, the trap is set. Forced to marry before his 30th birthday, Abhimanyu agreed but just in one condition. He wants his father to step down from his position and hand it over to him. In the shadows of the grand zamindar estate, where duty clashes with desire, an intense bond begins to bloom between the stoic, brooding heir and his shy, pure-hearted bride. What begins as a marriage born from debt slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. Amid family politics, buried secrets, and a father determined to control every life around him, two strangers discover that sometimes the strongest love stories are written by fate... not choice. TROPES ➤ Forced Arranged Marriage ➤ Marriage to Repay a Family Debt ➤ Zamindar's Son × Innocent Village Girl ➤ Lots of Foreplay & Smut (18+) ➤ Protective & Possessive Husband ➤ Forced Proximity ➤ Ruthless Father vs. Rebellious Son ➤ Emotional Healing ➤ Touch Her and Regret It ➤ Jealous & Possessive Husband ➤ Mutual Respect ➤ Love After Marriage Let us join Kalyani and Abhimanyu in their journey of love after marriage... ✨

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Krutarth Raichand - is a man of logic, cold hard cash, and iron-clad discipline. In the boardroom, he is the "Ice King"-formidable, untouchable, and entirely devoid of sentiment. He built his empire from nothing, and he has no intention of letting "messy emotions" compromise his fortress. Preksha Mehra - was born into the lap of luxury, but she didn't stay there. Cast out by her elite family and forced to trade her diamonds for double shifts, she has transformed from a pampered princess into a woman with a "spine of steel." She doesn't want charity, and she certainly doesn't want the mercy of the family that abandoned her. She only wants a future for her son. Then there is Anay. At five months old, he is the only person on earth who can make the great Krutarth Raichand freeze with a single tug on his expensive silk tie. With his chubby cheeks and soulful eyes, Anay is the silent bridge between two guarded souls-one who refuses to love, and one who is afraid to trust again. ​In a world of corporate wars and family betrayals, can a cold billionaire and a resilient mother find common ground? Or will their pasts tear them apart before they realize that their hearts now beat for the same tiny human? Kya hoga ​Jab inhe milawayegi ek nanhi dhadkan.

Deven Yaduvanshi was a man feared by the world. Ruthless in business, powerful in presence, and untouched by emotions, he carried storms within himself while ruling an empire built with his blood, sweat, and silence. Aarvika Sharma was a girl the world had forgotten. Soft-spoken yet strong, lonely yet full of love, she had spent her entire life believing that pure love only existed in stories of Radha and Krishna-not in destinies like hers. One rainy evening, fate made their worlds collide. A man who never stopped... stopped for her. A girl drowning in sorrow... became his peace. What begins as a strange sense of calm slowly turns into a love filled with devotion, protection, healing, family, laughter, and a bond so pure that even destiny bows before it. But can a love this deep survive the storms waiting ahead? Or are some souls only meant to find peace in each other... before the world tears them apart?