"Can you do that Preet," Preet still in her place, looking at her with her shocked eyes, not believing her ears. "You are asking me to give up my right of becoming a mother," Preet murmures in a daze, still staring at the woman with no emotion whom she always considered her mother. "Never to carry m..my and Veer's child" her voice quivers a little in the middle due to the heaviness of the words she just utters from her lips. "How can you do this to Veer? You claim to love him, right?" she whispers and a single tear escaping from her eyes. "You take such a big step without telling or even informing me!! WHY??" Preet flinch badly and her whole body started shaking like a leave just by looking at the rage filled eyes of Veer. "You always want a baby of your own, right?Then why?? Huh..why did you suddenly take such a big decision why...Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" he shout angrily holding her forearms tightly and shook her fragile form. In his rage and pain, he didn't even notice her cry and her tears which are flowing like a waterfall. "V..eer" she again burst into cry unable to control her tears and the unbearable pain in her chest. He leave her with a jerk making her almost stumble on her feet but somehow she balances herself. "Fine, if this what make you happy then who am I to make choice for your body, fine, Damn FINE!!" He shouted, hurt and angry by her move and threw the first thing that comes in his hand against the wall which their picture. Preet covered her mouth with her trembling palm while sobbing looking at his condition. She never saw tears in her husband's eyes. She made her Veer cry. She is so cruel, she snatch his right of being a father. 'I never want this, Veer. No women want wants this. I am helpless. I am enforced, Veer' Preet Rajvansh and Veer Singh Rajvansh A perfect example of a match made in heaven. It is their story. The story of love, loyalty, greed, conspiracy and regret. The story of The Rajvansh Villa. (Not Edited)

Ahana~No shame...no hesitation, I'm on my knees for my husband who is saint for the world but the greediest sinner for both of us in the closed walls . ________________________________________ Husband ~Trust me little sin , the world and walls nothing to do with it when it's comes to my fixation to keep you near to the every possible bliss and away from the tiniest grief in the world. ________________________________________ Warnings: age gap ✅ Steamy scenes ✅ Mature content ✅ Must Read My dear readers first of all i would like to tell you that this story is the pure work of imagination. Nothing and none mentioned in the book is related to the real world in any ways. All characters are based on my imagination and aren't real. But still many of readers forget that it's a fictional work while reading so kindly keep it in your sense that everything is imagined. Moreover, every costom and ritual mentioned in book is never related to real world cultures entirely. The book has one and only motive which is entertainment. And author never intended to hurt the sentiments of any person or religion and respect every religion. And please be sensable while commenting because hate won't be tolerated in any form. Be respectful to other's opinions. Every opinion is welcomed which would me accurate and suitable and help me to be more skilled in my writing. Furthermore, only +18 agers are suggested to read the book as it may contains triggered and mature content and if you still choose to read the book please....I'm saying please don't comment about your age because of this uselessness I faced a huge trouble. The user will directly blocked.

1900s, North India. The grandeur of a zamindar's haveli hides passions too dark for society to accept. Raghuveer Singh, the forty-year-old zamindar, commands fear and respect. A man of discipline and restraint to the world-yet behind closed doors, he visits courtesans to silence the hunger his body cannot tame. It was he who once refused to marry the young village girl, suggesting she wed his reckless brother instead. But fate is cruel. When tragedy strikes, Gauri enters his household-barely eighteen, newly blossomed, her body carrying the glow of youth, her beauty ripening into womanhood. He tries to look away, but every curve, every shy glance, every innocent touch ignites an ache he cannot control. And she, despite the chain of marriage, desires the very man who denied her once-the man twice her age, the master of the haveli. Now, within walls where scandal can destroy generations, they are drawn together by need, by sin, by hunger. But can a forbidden fire survive in a world ruled by tradition? Can she embrace the man she should never crave? And can he resist the temptation that threatens to consume them both?

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