𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

⚠️ warning ⚠️ ⋅˚18+˚ ⋅ Pur-sukoon is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Have you ever picked something from the road. If yes , then what ? Coins? Jewellery? Flower? Leaf? But He Picked A BRIDE From Road. First book in "Mittal Bros" series A cute love story is here to claim a place in your hearts. For all the ones , who once thought to fall in love with a stranger . A desi Indian Story which would make you tickle with cuteness , purity and calm you down after the hectic day. I'm sure you are ready to get butterflies in your stomach 😉 __________________________________ A look from inside 💠 " Shivya , that's not a problem. I mean you can call him Aeji , Oji , Suno ji-" His friend said " Kaho ji " I too got in the moving train and then we both bursted in laughter. O shiv ji , look at this man . Khadus ke chehre pe hasi hi nahi ati. Itna akad ke kahan Jana he ise.

Highest Rankings:- #99 in Wattpad #26 in brides #66 in adultromance #16 in multicouple #195 in indianromance Mehrotra's are one of the most influential families in the country with five heirs who look after the empire. Despite being cousins, these five handsome young lads are the pillars of the household and the empire. Join their story as each one of them experiences a soul-soothing, heart-wrenching and forbidden kind of love. A love that will transcend time and boundaries... This story is about brotherhood, family, healing, passion, courage and most of all, LOVE! ************************************************************************************************ Note - The pictures, gifs and media referred in the story does NOT belong to me but to their respectful owners. There is no plagiarised content in the story. It will contain mature themes so reader discretion is advised.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

Spice, silk and smouldering desire - an Indian Smut Romance Series

She needed help. He offered a deal. Ishita mehta kabhi kisi ameer aadmi ke sapne nahi dekhti thi. Uski duniya uske papa, uska chota bhai aur ek simple si life tak limited thi. Ridansh Malhotra ke liye log bas options the. Aur emotions - irrelevant. Unki mulaqat by chance hui. Par jo rishta bana... wo by chance nahin bna wo ek agreement tha. Ek deal sign hui. Aur 35 saal ka Ridansh Malhotra ban gaya 21 saal ki Ishita mehta ka Sugar Daddy. Her Sugar Daddy (Met By Chance)

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.