The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

Trust. Somewhere we all trust our best friends more than our family. But what if they take your trust for granted and crush it?! ××××××××ו×××××××× "Where is your brother's bride?" Rumika locked her eyes with Akshita's eyes. "In front of me!" Akshita replied looking straight into her eyes. "Don't play games with me Akshita...we both know that you are the one behind Anjali's sudden disappearance." Rumika took a step angrily. "Yeah... I'm the one who kidnapped Anjali Kapoor. So?" Akshita replied raising an eyebrow. "Where She Is?" Rumika asked taking a step towards Akshita. "I'm not some killer or monster who will kill her." Akshita said scoffing. "She is safe and sound wherever she is....just marry my brother and she will be home all safe and sound." Akshita said folding her hands. "And you have to get married one day though... so why not to my brother?... he's handsome, rich and we will get to live together for the life time.. what say? " Akshita completed grinning leaving Rumika stunned. She didn't able to believe her ears... What she's just said!... what she was trying to do..huh?... selling her brother or buying her best friend? ××××××××ו×××××××× what would happen when your best friend tied you to her big brother even knowing you have someone else in your life?!

An arranged marriage love story set in the 1980s This is a soft romance story To the women who choose silence over speaking, Those who do not wish to survive, but are told to. To the men who carry the weight of responsibility, And stand bravely beside their loved ones. Two souls - one burdened by life, the other bound by duty. When traditions and dreams meet, destiny begins to unfold. ***************************************************** She dreams of becoming an doctor in life. He believes that sweetness can melt even the hardest hearts. Rajni Bansal, a 22-year-old quiet and determined girl, once dreamed of becoming an doctor. But after a tragic accident shattered her dreams, she devoted herself to caring for her family. Living with her chacha and chachi in the city, she shoulders every responsibility, with no faith left in love or marriage. Rajat Singh Chauhan, a 34-year-old sweet-maker, has spent his life fulfilling his family's needs. Since the age of fifteen, he has carried the weight of responsibility with quiet strength. For him, marriage is a long-cherished dream - a picture of love, warmth, and companionship. When fate unexpectedly ties them together in an arranged marriage set up by Rajni's chacha in the village, their worlds collide. She never dreamed of marriage. He has always dreamed of his bride. Will she lose herself again in the chains of tradition - or will his kindness and love heal her broken heart? A slow-burning romance between two souls - where tradition tests dreams, and love rewrites destiny.

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

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The story revolves around the year 1990. Madhu Gupta, 20 years old girl married to a simple man from a village. Ravi Aggarwal 27, isn't rich. He doesn't have a flashy car or a luxurious house. But he has something money can't buy -- honesty, warmth, and a heart that's all his own. Madhu comes from a world of comfort, expectations, and rules. But life has a way of turning the page when you least expect it. Can a girl from a good family survive, adapt, and maybe even love the simplicity she never imagined? A story of love, courage, and the twists life throws when you least expect them.

He returns in the evening and he gives her a big bunch of green bangles tied with a string. Her eyes shine looking at it and she gives a bright smile. So many? For me? (She asks with a smile) He nods with a smile and gives her a kiss on her cheek. She looks at him and smiles. She didn't show discomfort and he felt elated about it. He then gave her a flower garland which was wrapped in a banana leaf. It had some fresh jasmine flowers and a few son-champa flowers. Son-Champa? (She smells) My favourite, it's fragrance is so nice. He looked at her brightest smile and put his hand around her waist from behind pulling her closer. He kept his chin on her shoulder and whispered near her ears. You liked it? Yes, I liked it. You are so nice. He was happy. From "that groom is dirty" to "You are so nice" made him feel elated and accomplished at the progress. He sensuously kissed her neck and she quivered and turned around immediately. It's ticklish (she said smilingly) He sighs as she had not revolted. He pulls her veil down off her head, takes the flowers from her hand and tucks it in her head carefully. She ran and looked into the small mirror in the room happily. He goes again closer to her and takes the mirror from her hand and hangs it back on the wall. He cups her face and looks at her. You look gorgeous and smell great. She smiles and he pecks her lips. He felt excited because she didn't push him this time. He pulls her back and smooches with passion that's when she pushes him away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her smile vanished and she made a crying face. She pulled out the flowers from her hair and gave it to him. I don't want your flowers. You are dirty, you made my mouth jhoota again. (She sobs) Started on 23/7/2021 Completed on 22/11/2021 Ranked at #1 under Indian of 34.8k stories © All Copyright reserved to the writer, @PoohBear8435 only. Please do not copy, distribute or publish any of my work in any form.

A Thalapathy Vijay Fanfiction 🔞Warning🔞 Mature story (Strictly for 18+ readers) Read it with your own Risk. It is a romantic love story of two people with different perspective towards life. Priya is a simple girl longing for love since childhood. Vijay don't believe in love and marriage. Both are tied together in a one year contract marriage. The Plot of the story is based on the Movie ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕪. Will they become one before their contract marriage ends. It's a mature story for 18+ readers and above. If you are innocent and not an open minded reader please refrain from reading this story.. (This is my first story.. English is not my First Language.. And I'm sorry for my poor English. Forgive my grammatical errors and spellings)

𝘈 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 This is not a love story that starts with smiles. This is a story that begins with silence, scars, and secrets. Love here is not soft. It is intense. Protective. Dangerous. "I can destroy the world for you... or burn it to protect you." The past refuses to stay buried. Secrets slowly come to the surface. Trust becomes fragile. And every emotion comes with a price. This story explores: Hidden identities and double lives Love that grows in dangerous situations Emotional trauma and silent suffering Power, control, and the cost of loyalty The thin line between obsession and desire

An elusive alpha bound by legacy, an omega yearning for liberty, tied in a marriage neither desired. When their cold, arranged connection is put to the test, will a forgotten vow become a love they never expected... or simply another story left unfinished, fated to be ended? #1Kengnamping #1Khemjira #2omegaverse (26.6k stories) #41lgbtfiction(32.4k stories) Top 2 peak (Philippines-October 22, 2025)