Phupo's face twisted in fury. "Who is she to you that you keep hitting my son for her? What has she done to you? She's just a characterless whore! No one will marry this girl now!" Her words hit me like a blade. Characterless. My vision blurred. My throat burned. My entire body was on fire, yet completely numb. I tried to shake my head, to form words to defend myself but nothing came out. Then, I heard it. "Mein karun ga isse shadi." Everything stopped. The breath in my lungs disappeared. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break free from my chest. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨:~ • Age gap (6 years) • Billionaire romance • Possessive & morally gray MMC • Touch-her-and-die MMC • He fell first, he fell harder • Slow burn • Secret mafia • Protective impulsive proposal • Cousins-to-lovers • Found family

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.✨

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

"𝐴 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠."✨️♡❤️ He's the King of Rajasthan and a single father with his heart wrapped around his little girl and his mind focused on building a future for them. She's a compassionate teacher with dreams of her own and a warmth that lights up every room. When they cross paths, they're worlds apart yet drawn together by an undeniable connection. As their paths cross, what begins as an innocent connection grows into something deeper, something neither of them saw coming. He's afraid to love again, bound by his past, while she's afraid to fall, haunted by the idea of loss. But as they navigate stolen glances and shared laughter, they start to realize that maybe-just maybe-fate has other plans. In a story of courage, healing, and the unbreakable pull of destiny, two hearts discover that the love they never planned for might be the one they were always meant to find. ❤️✨

{Book 2 in The Never Series} "You won't say anything even now, will you?", he said placing his forehead against mine." Say something Avni.", his words were so silent that for the first time I was dreading him. I was afraid when he would just blast. "Say something, goddamnit!", he exploded making me flinch. He took a step back and ran his fingers through his black hair impatiently." I want answers.", he gripped my shoulders tightly but not enough firm to leave his fingerprints. "I'm sorry.", I whispered looking away. His grip on me tightened with every passing second. "What pray shall I do with the damned sorry of yours tell me.", he tilted my face and for the first time I didn't want to stare in those beautiful brown orbs."You are a coward.", he shouted at me making me flinch. Once again my fists clenched tightly making my nails sink into my skin. . . . She was left alone. He isolated himself. She turned weaker but that didn't fade her ethics. He turned colder but that didn't fade his love for her. She swore to never see him again. He swore to never leave her side. She left him. He wouldn't let her."I gave you my words I'll never leave you alone Miss Mehta, and Neil Khanna means what he says." © 2021 ankitawrites_Xx

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

# Top 3 in india -(19,20,21/08/25) # Top 7 in india -(25,26/08/25) 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Destiny is written by God, and only He can change it. She is a young woman-innocent, naive, and pure-hearted-who has known nothing but pain in the world. Her parents don't care for her; in fact, they despise her. Alone and abandoned, she struggles to survive in a world that seems determined to break her. He is the ruthless mafia king of India, feared by all and loyal only to his family. He doesn't believe in love... until she enters his life, and everything he thought he knew begins to change. read the whole book and enjoy .. english is not my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes 36 #bride - out of 2.19k stories #3-loveaffairs. #11-coldhearted #1-introvert #1-mbbs #5--brothers #2-lovestory(out of 396k)

"Aarav!!! I-I am near." She screams. I lean down again to take her in my mouth. My tongue teases her nipple in the best way possible. While I lead her fingers inside her, my thumb starts to rub her clit and flicks it. She jumps at the action. "Aarav, this is too much. I cant take it anymore. Ahhh.." she trembles in my embrace. "That's it, baby. You are there. Come for me." I say and she does. Her head falls on my shoulder. I take her hand out of her pants and bring her middle finger to my mouth and suck it. "Better than any fucking desserts." I growl. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⋆༺🕯️༻⋆ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 1 𝓸𝓯 "𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮" 𝓓𝓾𝓮𝓽 ⋆༺🕯️༻⋆ Aarav Rathore (Professor)× Kiara Oberoi (Student)🌷 Chapters - 56/80💚 (ongoing) #1 in professor×Student #1 in grumpy×sunshine ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Content Advisory⚠️🔞 This book contains mature themes. It includes explicit content, as well as depictions and references to sexual trauma that may be distressing to some readers. Discretion is strongly advised.

My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table. Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears. How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed. "Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body. He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor.. He is just my destroyer,I chose myself.. HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! Rated 18+ Enter at your own risk!!