In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

A one-night stand changed their lives forever... For Four years, Dr. Naina Reddy has been answering every question her twins ask except the one that breaks her heart the most. "Amma... Nanna yekkada untaru?" (Mom... where does Dad live?) It is the only question she never has an answer for. The only truth she cannot speak. Because the man who gave her two beautiful children... doesn't even know they exist. But destiny is strange. One transfer order. One city. One unexpected encounter. And suddenly, Major Arjun Solanki the man she met once and lost forever is back in her world. In her hospital. In her children's life. Without knowing the truth written in their eyes. This is not just a love story. This is a story of two little children searching for their father... and the soldier who doesn't know he already belongs to them. ⭐ TROPES ✨ Army × Doctor ✨ One Night Stand → Consequences ✨ Second Chance Romance ✨ Hindi × Telugu ✨ Desi Vibes ✨ Slow Burn Emotional Bonding ✨ Secret Pregnancy / Single Mother ✨ Hidden Heir Billionaire Trope ✨ Found Family ✨ Twins × Father Bond Jan 7 2025 : #1 in Army Jan 7 2025 : #1 in telugu Jan 7 2025 : #3 in doctor Jan 7 2025 : #5 in pregnency Jan 7 2025 : #9 in india Jan 7 2025 : #4 in secondchance ___

His fingers trailed along her cheek. Gentle. Possessive. Dangerous. "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, something ancient, 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.

Hello everyone, Welcome to the new sequel of Captive of Obsession. This story is entirely focused on Devraj and Indu. For those who have read the previous book, this sequel picks up 2 months after the events of the accident and everything that followed. Prepare to dive deep into the intense, emotional, and complicated journey of Devraj and Indu, just the two of them, like never before.😉😉

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

📍This book will not let you fall in love with red flags in real life. This story is about Sanjana and Sana,two girls born in different elite families are trapped in marriage and they become Daughter in law of one of the most powerful family in India-The Rathore's They get married to Ranvijay Singh Rathore and Digvijay Singh Rathore respectively. Sanjana-Please don't abort this child,I beg you it's been five years to our marriage and I have had three abortions please no more Ranvijay-I don't want to become father of a child who has a pathetic and disloyal maternal household. ........ Sana-Please don't rape me Digvijay-(Slaps her)Your pleads make no sense I ll take what I want.Sex after marriage is not rape Sana-Without consent it is "Bohot zaban chalne lagi hai" And that's when he beats her with belt. (The story is in Hindi and English so you need to know both the language to dive into the story... translations are available but not for all the Hindi dialogues.) I warn you before diving into the story read author's words wherever written.This is a extremely dark book not for any social message it's to fulfil the fantasies many people don't find such stories so I decided to write one..no hate to anyone I completely understand your view points but this story has a different theme please understand it and if you can't please don't touch this book and preach me morals please I humbly request 😊

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

Book 9 of the Mangoverse What is more important? Uncovering the truth that has been hidden for hundreds of years? Or your own life? ----- The one infuriating thing he has had to face since he was a child was her. She challenged him at every given chance, constantly competed with him for scores and medals and drove him to the brink of insanity. Now that he left school to move to a prestigious college in the depths of darkness on top of the Palacia mountain, he did not expect to see her there as well after three years. Three years of peace and now she is back in his life where they both pursue their masters. But something changes in between these new walls. The infuriating urges turn to lust. The urge to strangle her turn into the wish of listening her moan. It would've been fine if it was just him. But it was her too. The challenge has changed. The dark walls of their new college, held inside it some magic. There was no other explanation for these two to actually want each other. But was the magic real? Or were the walls cursed? Their university has secrets and he has taken it upon himself to uncover them. ----- A dark supernatural romantic thriller CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession