(Under editing..) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for soft girl and dominating man. This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 Gauri0320

(Needs Major Editing..) 🤚 Note: This story is my first-ever draft - it has its flaws, imperfections, and its own pace. The male lead may come off as someone you'll hate in the beginning - because that's how he was created. Please don't judge too early if things don't go your way. Just let the story unfold,if you already entered! Tags:- #MarriedLifeStory #PastStory #ForcedMarriage #OfficeRomance #Strong-yet-Quiet Female lead #Grumpy #Arrongant Male lead. #ComplexRelationship •Ishani Verma - Once a lively sunshine girl who could talk nonstop from dawn to dusk, leaving chaos wherever she went. A bundle of cuteness, kindness, and an unshakable ego of being Ishani! •Reyansh Singh Malhotra - A man of his word. Grumpy, bossy, and dominating. He has never been interested in love or commitment, keeping his heart as cold as his demeanor. But fate has its own plans... Under unforeseen circumstances, Ishani is forced to marry none other than her boss, Reyansh Singh Malhotra-the man who despises her to the core. Their worlds turn upside down as the once bubbly, free-spirited Ishani transforms into a dutiful housewife-a role she never imagined for herself. Yet, despite her sacrifices, she is never cherished, never loved. And as for Reyansh? The man who once hated her now finds himself drawn to the very woman he swore he would never care for. This is a journey of hatred tangled with fate, egos clashing with selflessness, and two souls unknowingly bound together. But when an unforeseen storm shatters their fragile connection, will love be enough to bring them back together? Will Reyansh ever realize the depth of his cruelty toward his wife? Will Ishani ever be respected-not just as a housewife, but as his wife? What will tear them apart? And how did their journey of hate even begin? To uncover the answers, dive into "Ehsaas - The Bloom of Love," where emotions run deep, love hides behind unspoken words, and fate weaves a story of pain, passion, and redemptio