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He kissed me and I liked his kiss very much, he was just looking at me, Rudra turned me around and pinned me against the wall, one of his hands was on the wall and the other was on my waist, his tongue was on me I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes. I could see pure desire in his eyes. I could not resist his touch for long and I opened my lips. Rudra ji was kissing me and now I was also responding to him, there was a magic in his touch which I was not able to resist even if I wanted to, after kissing for a long time we separated. Rudra ji pulled me a little and started kissing my neck, my hands were now moving on his back. "Ahh..." A soft moan came out of my mouth, now he was biting me along with kissing me. I don't know what happened to me but I was not able to control my desire and when Kavya also responded to me, I started losing complete control over myself and now my body also started reacting. I was now kissing and biting Kavya's neck... "Can I?" I took her permission, "Beg for it." Everything was on a side but respecting me first "I beg you, Kavya. Can I touch you?" I knelt down in front of her, bent my head, and looked at her feet

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 1980s, set in a village. On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Sanjana's dreams are shattered when her fiancé, Rishabh, flees, leaving her humiliated and broken. To protect her family's honor, a hasty marriage ties her to Rajveer-a man she barely knows except for the fact that he is her sister-in-law's brother. ✨TROPES✨ ╰┈➤ Bahut saare smuts. (18+, guys.) ╰┈➤ Arranged marriage/Replaced groom ╰┈➤ Opposites attract ╰┈➤ Fish-out-of-water ╰┈➤ Stoic Hero and Fiery Heroine ╰┈➤ Protectiveness ╰┈➤ Clash of lifestyles ╰┈➤ Redemption and Growth ╰┈➤ Playful Tension ╰┈➤ Mutual Respect

This story revolve around 1920's era. A simple 18 years old girl who is like an innocent flower who doesn't know about how the world works because her whole world revolves around her parents and her two elder sisters. A 27 years old sarpanch who is the head of 9 villages and had connections with higher officials. Nobody can utter a single word against him. so shall we start......

~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.