⚠️SLOW UPDATES ⚠️ "Sun, yeh shaadi bas naam ki hai... mujhse koi umeed mat rakhna." My heart broke. The voice belonged to none other than my husband-my love-Bhairavendra Singh Thakur. He kept killing me with his words. Brutal. Cold. "Main kisi aur se pyaar karta hoon. Yeh shaadi mere liye koi maayne nahi rakhti. Main jald hi koi rasta dhoondhunga tumhe aur mujhe is shaadi se azaad karne ka. Shubh raatri." And just like that, he left. He didn't even give me a chance to respond. I remained where I was-broken-still sitting at the center of the bed. He loves someone else. 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 : 𝟢𝟤 𝑀𝒶𝓎, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 : 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ~ 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 : 𝐻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾 / 𝐻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 : 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽

The story is set in a time when there used to be kings and queens. In the kingdom of Shravangarh, a girl is married to her King, her bestfriend, the one who knows her by heart.The beginning of their relationship is the beginning of war. So is their marriage just a responsibility or something else? This is a story about a Queen who is obsessed with her husband and a King who crazy about his wife. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence) so proceed with caution. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. Readers discretion is advised.

A collection of short stories ~ Want handsome, wealthy, and possessive men who'll make your heart race? Don't worry-I've got you covered. Check these out and feel the butterflies! ♡♡♡ Tropes ~ arrange marriage ✓ cousin marriage ✓ age gap ✓ possessive man ✓ Desi romance ✓ Spicy ✓ ♡♡♡ Stories: Arzoo (Completed) Nazo (Completed) Mi Sol (Completed) Sajna (Completed) Junoon (Completed) - mature content - translation available (only for the first story😭)

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃ "Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valerius, you are all for the bark and never the bite." She whispered, sensually nipping my neck. - Valerius De Santis is one sexy yet ruthless Italian Don that doesn't have to say a word for women to swoon over him. Shira Lamoreaux, on the other hand, seems to tip him off the edge. She knows exactly how to play his game and yet cannot help but fall in love with him. But Shira is keeping her problems to herself, which slowly consumes her. Will Valerius save her from the demons on the inside and out? MATURE CONTENT | 18 +

Heavy smut warning... 🔞🔞🔞🔞 20 years cute naive girl.. Jisne apni studies abhi complete hi ki Hai.. isse dekh Kar hamare 26 Saal ke rajasthan ke Thakur inpr apna dil haar baithte Hai.. Jo aaj tak kisi ladki ko aankh utha Kar bhi nhi dekhte the... Trailer... Ahhhhhh.. Amma.. mmmmmmmm jaa....jaan.. u r ....... so good... luv u Jaana... Mmmmm.... thakurrrrr jiiiiiiiiiii.. ahhhh slow... sloww.. pwsssss...... Thrust.. thrust..thrust..

A story about how wife of Vijay Thakur cures him when he got into accident 5 years ago which made his mind turn into 4 year old.. Peep in to know more...

Ahd-e-Wafa (عہدِ وفا) - Promise of Loyalty A collection of short stories that will take you on a wonderful ride of my imaginary world. ~𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐨𝐨- آرزو | ~𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡- دلکاش | ~𝐖𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚-وابستہ | ~ 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭- عنايت | ~𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟- مختلف | ~𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐟-𝐄-𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭) | Started: 28-05-2024 Completed: Previously known as Justajoo (The book is a work of fiction and does NOT represent Islam in any way.)

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"