"You like it baby? Huh, say it, do you like my fingers pumping inside your sweet little pu$$y?" " Aaaahhhh........ Ssssssss.............. Mmmmaaaaaahhhh...... Haa...... Haa......." " What is the 'haa haa' baby, say it properly otherwise I'm going to stop, do you want me to stop? Hmm?" " Aaaaaahhhhh........ Rudraaaa........ No..... No...... Please don't stop aaaahhhhhh" " Then say it baby, tell me you like it or not, tell me, i want to hear every filthy words from your mouth in your melodious voice" Sudha bite her lip harder, she feels like she is going to explode, "aaaahh....... Ssss... I.... Love mmmmmmmhhh........ I love how your fingers ssssss..... are pumping inside my pu$$y... Aaahh..... , i love... oohh..... God....... Mmhh..... I love how my juice sssss........ are sliding down your muscular, vieny hands, i love aaahhh...." Rudra started licking her nipples with more force, pulling it with his sharp teeth twisting it in between, his voice muffled," Yes tell me baby, you love?....." Sudha is feeling so good with his hand inside her and mouth on her tits, " and mmmmmmm...... And i lo....love how you're sucking m...my tits Ssssshhhhh............." She said pushing her boobs more in to his mouth.......... ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR MATURE AUDIANCE ONLY FORBIDDEN LOVE STEPSON X STEPMOM SWEET GIRL X COLD MAN SOFT X ARROGANT HAPPY ENDING READ AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SHIFT THIS STORY ON SCROLL STACK, ONLY SAMPLES WILL REMAIN HERE #1 in forbidden love

Two girls. One bloodline. A past they were never meant to remember. Aanya is quiet. Soft-spoken. Stolen in the dead of night to replace a mafia bride-and thrown into the arms of a man who believes love is weakness. Avni is fierce. Bold. The kind of girl who doesn't back down... until she finds herself tangled with a ruthless, flirty mafia prince who decides she's his. Neither girl knows they're sisters-twins, separated by a brutal past. Neither expects to fall for the very men who were raised to destroy. But in the underworld, love is a weapon. Secrets don't stay buried. And when the truth rises, someone always bleeds. Jealousy. Obsession. Betrayal. Blood. They were marked the moment they were born... and now, the mafia will claim what's theirs. - A dark, emotional mafia romance filled with enemies-to-lovers fire, twin secrets, powerful kings, and broken brides.

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.

He knew my coffee order before we met. He knew my childhood address. He knew what I was afraid of. I thought I came to Chennai for my father's debt. Vikram Arjun Naidu had been waiting for me for eighteen months. The terrifying part isn't that he's a billionaire. Or a crime lord. Or the kind of man entire cities fear. The debt was never the point. I was.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐐 × 𝐙𝐈𝐘𝐀 | 𝟐𝟗 × 𝟐𝟎 He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ────────── Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

In the ancient era, in the early 19th and 20th century peace is held together by a sacred law: brothers must marry one woman-one soul shared, one heart bound-to prevent power struggles that once shattered the realm. When the innocent and beautiful Aradhya is captured by an old man thrice her age for marriage, her fate takes a dramatic turn. Two powerful Thakur brothers, Thakur yatharth-the cold, calculating war strategist-and Thakur yashraj -the charming, ruthless protector-defy the rules and tradition to save her. By ancient decree, saving her means claiming her. Now, she is not only under their protection-but their shared bride. What begins as a duty quickly turns into something far more dangerous. To yatharth, Aradhya is the key to controlling his darker urges. To yashraj , she is the light that anchors his chaos. And to Aradhya these two opposite souls become the only safe harbour in a world full of hidden daggers and whispered threats. But being bound to two royal obsessions comes at a price. As palace intrigue thickens and old enemies rise from the shadows, Aradhya must learn how to wield the power she never asked for-because in this twisted game of loyalty, obsession, and law, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Hope you liked the book cover and under editing......

In a world where duty is sacred, and uniforms carry both pride and burden, Eight lives cross paths on an Air Force base where destiny writes its own orders. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Anay Awasthi X Sharanya Bhatt Ruhan Sehgal X Saanvi chatterjee Neil khurana X Anika Sharma Ved chatterjee X Dhriti Arya ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Eight hearts Eight uniforms. Four stories stitched together by courage, sacrifice, and a love that is both forbidden and fated. Here, amidst roaring jets, classified missions, silent codes, and sleepless nights- they learn that some wars are fought on borders, but the hardest ones are fought inside the heart. This is a story of love that defies fear. Love that survives distance. Love that blooms between orders. Love that chooses, even when the world says it shouldn't. This is not just romance. This is devotion, duty, vulnerability and the kind of love that asks for everything but gives back even more. Welcome to Love Beyond Orders - where hearts salute, destiny intervenes, and love... always finds its way home.

"Three years of your life in exchange for your brother's future. Fair, isn't it?" For years, she's lived on exhaustion and sacrifice-working tirelessly to keep food on the table, drowning in debt, and fighting to pay for her brother's medical bills. Hope was never meant for her... until the most dangerous man she knows offers a deal she cannot refuse. Caius Grivano. Her cold, ruthless employer. The infamous mafia leader whose name alone makes the underworld tremble. His proposition is simple: be his wife. No strings. No love. Just a contract that grants her brother's life in exchange for her freedom. Luxury in place of poverty. Safety in exchange for silence. But simplicity is a lie. Because behind Caius's icy indifference is a past that refuses to stay buried... and a little girl who shatters every wall he's built. What happens when a transaction of convenience begins to feel like something far more dangerous-something real?

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!