"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

Siyasaat or politics, a game played by almost every person but mastered by only few. Mehrimah was born from a concubine's womb but she also had an emperor's blood running in her veins. Mehrimah has all the qualities which are required in a good ruler- intelligence, bravery, kindness and respect towards her people. She has only one flaw- she is Mughal Sultanate, a society where women are not seen anywhere near the throne. Sultan Murad Han is the emperor of an empire which covers almost half the globe- the Ottoman empire. Murad's cruel ways of ruling are world famous and so is the horrible story of his throne accession. Despite of his cruelty, Murad is still praised worldwide as he is able to keep a huge empire, which was always in chaos in his predecessors time, in order. A ruthless warrior, a lover of wars, an admirer of bloodshed and a major player in world politics. Their paths will cross and the greatest story of love, passion, rule and politics will be written.

For Jayasvi, life was a delicate bed of blooming roses and hidden thorns. She never complained, yet quietly imagined a universe of secret desires and fantasies. But in her life, to dream of love was forbidden. To dream of him was 'suicide'. Yet, miracles happen. For her, they did. Landing her dream internship under the man she always looked up to, the very man who hiked her interest in politics. And then being claimed by the man she was crazy for, felt like heaven. Everything was a series of miracles which only made her more and more hopeful especially when he was with her. Raghav Hooda was the only son of the most powerful man in the country. The heir to the grandest political and business legacy, yet having fallen for the intern working under his father? Until the dream turns into a cage. What happens when the greatest blessing of your life morphs into your most agonizing curse? What if a few stolen moments of happiness become the exact price you pay for a lifetime of tears?

"This necklace is your leash, and from tomorrow be ready to become my slave." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° (Earlier know as : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖) For Rajeshri Jha, true love meant only one person : Daud Akhtar. She was in love with him fervently, since the last two years. But she didn't know that true love comes with several hurdles. The village's Pradhan, Shamrat Rathore is an influential and powerful man. Workaholic and hypersexual. His entire life has revolved around the betterment of his village and whores. But when he decided to marry Rajeshri, he didn't know that she was a stubborn and head-strong girl, who was ready to go to any length to have Daud. How will their life intermingle and what will happen when Shamrat would get so desperate, that he will be ready to cross any bridge to claim Rajeshri? Will his obsession for Rajeshri be the cause of his downfall? What will happen when destiny would throw him in a dilemma, and he would be forced to choose his position as a Pradhan or Rajeshri, his wife? Will his love be the reason of his downfall, or will it turn out to be his greatest strength? Read to find out! ♡ 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠 1 in #election on 19th Sept, 2020 1 in #mayor on 29th Nov, 2020 1 in #pradhan on 2nd Dec, 2020 1 in #politics on 27th May, 2021

"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1⟢ #9 in Politics. #1 in Marriage "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐?" In the realm of shadows and transactions, where every heartbeat has a price, I, Ahvi Sutaria, exist as the untouchable petal of Ravivai Brothel. Born into a world where darkness dances with desires, my mother's role as the procurer grants me an unusual immunity. Perhaps luck shields me, or perhaps it's a different price, one that no man can afford. Advait Singh Oberoi, a man capable of purchasing anything with his wealth, yet my heart remains unattainable. He's a politician who claims to despise women like me, commodities in a world of transactions. Yet, he's buying me with a cost so high, it surpasses imagination. He may acquire my body and soul through marriage, but my heart remains untouched. A rule etched into my existence: never my heart. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. And so, he marries me. -Desi Romance.

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.