Nandini is an 16 years old innocent and naive girl . She is an extrovert and bubbly girl . Viraj Thakur is a dominant person, he is the most wealthiest man in the village . Nandini father sold her to the Viraj for a debt . Now , Let's see how nandini became from slave to the Thakurain of this village. This is my Third time uploading this story 🥲. Please don't report. It's my humble request to everyone Please Don't report.

He told himself it was wrong. That she was too young. Too obsessed. Too dangerous. But when Meher moaned his name in her sleep from the room down the hall-he couldn't stay away. When she bit her lip during writing lessons, leaning in too close, smelling like sin-he couldn't breathe. And when he caught her in his study, hand between her thighs, whispering his lines like a prayer-he was already hers. Aarav kissed her like a man possessed. Touched her like she was a memory slipping through his fingers. Fucked her like she was salvation and punishment. And she took it all. Every word. Every bruise. Every broken piece of the man who once murdered the only woman he ever loved. Because she knew. And now, she'd have him forever. Even if it meant dragging him back into the bloodstained past.

Abhimaan Singh Rathore, a billionaire and also the king of Indian mafia but no one has seen him in real life, softie for his family but knows thousands of ways to torture his enemies. Bumped with an unknown doctor in a different place, and lost her, not realising that the person he was searching since few years is his best friends sister. He develops a sudden obsession with her not realising that he has surrendered himself to her. Preeti Rajvansh, a doctor by profession, hasn't lived with her family for 8yrs because of her trauma. Bumped with an unknown person which triggered her trauma and brought her back home. She is a child by heart, but is respectful to her elders. I'll not mention much in the description because book bhi toh padna hogan na yaar. This story contains highly mature 18+ scenes and also gore violence with torture. I will always mention in the chapter when the mature and violence scene. The story will officially start from 1/07/2025

"An arranged marriage wasn't supposed to feel like this- But when Kavya became Mrs. Daksh Malhotra, her whole world turned upside down. He was a 32-year-old ruthless businessman. A cold single father. A man who didn't believe in second chances. She was a 25-year-old sweet, shy gynecologist who had only dreamed of love. But fate tied them together. From stolen glances to midnight kisses, from raising his 2-year-old son together to falling into fiery passion- Their marriage wasn't just an arrangement anymore... It was obsession. It was love. It was family. ♥ A story full of pampering, steamy romance, cute baby moments, and a husband who worships his wife. ♥"

Siddharth Sharma burns through assistants faster than most people use tissues. Fed up with constantly replacing them, his best friend and business partner, Aryan, steps in to help. Shehnaz Rao needs a job, nothing more. But when the pay is too good to pass up, she'll do anything to keep her new boss happy. She's hired for more than just paperwork, and she's not complaining-especially when she enjoys it.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

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.

I shouldn't want him. He shouldn't want me. But boundaries blur when power, control, and desire collide. "I-I shouldn't be attracted t-to you," I whisper, my back hitting the wall. He moves closer-slow, deliberate-until there's nowhere left for me to go. His tattooed arms cage me in, palms pressing against the wall on either side of my head. His scent wraps around me, dark and intoxicating. His breath grazes my cheek, sending heat straight through my spine. "And I shouldn't want to fuck you," he murmurs against my ear, voice low and unrestrained, "but yet I do." ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This book is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. This story contains: Age gap Consensual BD/SM themes Power dynamics Nudity Sexual content Violence Profanity Mature themes