1980s | Romance |18+ | Mature | I am Priya. The youngest and only daughter of the Sarpanch family. I have four protective brothers, too, and yes they love me by their heart and anytime available for my silly demands. Talking about my brother's wives, they loved me, we all are like friends. My mother is an orthodox woman who always chained me in limitations saying to not do this, do not do that, which I always successfully outlaw. I'm pretty princess of my father. Conclusion : Everything is perfect in my life. But we should never analyze a river deepness by seeing it on its surface. Because I have a secret. A dark Secret. A Thief. A Thief who have stole my heart. Hari. Nobody knows about our relationship and neither they should, casue if they got to know.....! Priya will die unmarried which she didn't want, not even before losing her virginity and not before feeling all those love butterflies in her stomach. So, it should be secret. I have to be...

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+