𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

She was the girl everyone whispered about - the *impure one*, the *bad omen*, the *unmarried mother*. For years, she carried her shame in silence, protecting her child and enduring the cruel stares of a world that never cared to know her truth. Until the day fate played its cruelest card. When her sister suddenly disappeared hours before her wedding, she was forced to take her place - veiled, trembling, and bound to a man she barely knew. But destiny had already written a darker twist... Because the groom - the man standing at the altar - was the very one who had unknowingly fathered her child. Two souls bound by a past they can't remember, a present they can't escape, and a truth powerful enough to shatter everything they believe in. In a world quick to judge and slow to forgive, can love rise from the ashes of betrayal and fate?

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, silent, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."

She was saved because he gave his name even before her name was decided. She was 3 hour baby and he was a 3 year old child when his father decided their future for the sake of her life. Join on the journey of Ambika and Shuryaveer to know more A story set in 1990s . It has emotions, drama todi comedy and a pure love story which will definitely rule on your hearts

Taekook FF both are married from childhood Jk hates Tae but tae's hate is mysterious married from childhood but being apart till 20 what will happen when they will meet again will they start to love or will their rivalry increase read to know 🔝 top ,,Tae warning: it must include little space and a lot of fluff

His salvation:Dhruvi °•°•°•°•°♡°•°•°•°•° --‐--------------------------------------🌸🌸🦋🌸🌸---------------------------------------- "Qubool hai." he said while looking at her through a white see through cloth between them.His eyes held hatred and vengence for her,for Dhruvi. "Kya aap Mahid Hafiz ko apna Shauhar Manti hai?"Maulvi Sahab asked. Her eyes flickered towards his then it move towards the people behind him. Her eyes were glistening with tears.She immediately looked away and lowered her eyes. She sniffed. "Ji." "Kya aapko yeh nikah qubool hai?" "Qubool hai." "Aaj se Mahid aapke Shauhar hue aur aap unki begum hui." A forced marriage. A forced husband who doesn't love her. A culture where she didn't belong. A house whose rules are different. "Apni had mein rahein." "Aap sirf aur sirf humari hai" "Allah aur apke krishn aapko kisi ki buri nazar na lagne dein. " "Apko kahin humari nazar na lag jaye,Jaan." "Chaliye saari hadein par kar dete hai Dhruvi." (Evolution in Mahid🤭) She fell first but he fell harder. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 Businessman x Doctor Muslim x Hindu Grumpy x Sunshine Possessive x Possessive Serious x Bubbly Shameless x Innocent Let's dive into the story of Dhruvi and Mahid where their whole universe had been different,where they worshipped different gods with different beliefs. Will they accept each other? Will they accept each other belief? Will they accept the love blooming in their heart? I don't claim any photos but the storyline and plot is all mine. Don't repost my story and copy it.🙏

Dhriti - An orphan who dared to dream. "In the art of healing, I found my honour... but in love, I found my war." Aarav Kumar - The boy who raised her dreams, and loved her like she was his whole world. "I can die a thousand deaths to protect you, doll... even if one of them means living without you." Arjun Srivastav - The man destiny tied her to. "Twenty-two years I waited for your eyes to meet mine. Destiny brought you... even if love wasn't meant for me." From strangers to something more... until the past returned. One gave her a past to hold. The other, a future to dream. Whom will she choose? Three hearts bound by love. One enemy waiting in the shadows. Will she survive the storm that's coming? ***** Gʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ: I was trapped between loving you forever and living for the man I married. We dreamed of growing old together, look at us now. Here I am married to someone else and you left me just like my parents. Bless me Aarav or, curse my heart for moving on. I can't live like this, I can't take this anymore. It been 10 days you left and the time lost meaning since you left me. The orphanages we envisioned together, the safe havens for children we wanted to protect they are called are of Aarav'sblessings- in your memory, with your love. Inside those walls, the children laugh without fear , learn without limits and grow without Orphan hood. Your absence still ache, but knowing your legacy thrives...... I am finally breathing again, living for you , through this work. I hope you would be proud of me, of us . our dream flourshies... And with every smiling face , I see you "Hold your breath... the real journey begins now." Mafia ×Doctor Oprhan × Billionaire Forced marriage Slow burn Obsessed for eachother Past trauma Hidden Identity

𝙆𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙖 was a beautiful and headstrong 22-year-old girl. Having lost her mother at a young age made her a very closed-off girl. She was single-handedly raised by her father. Despite belonging to a well-off background, she valued every little thing in her life. A hardworking girl who dreamt of becoming an architect just like her father. She had successfully pursued architecture at one of the top colleges in New York. She was a firm believer in her roots, and culture and always found her solace in her Shree Krishna Ji. 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙠 𝘼𝙝𝙪𝙟𝙖 was a 29-year-old man. He was successfully running his father's construction business that he took over right after receiving his master's degree. The death of his father left a void in his heart. He was in love with Shanaya Rajput or so he thought he was. Kashvi wholeheartedly gives in to her father's dying wish and gets married to a handsome, not-so-stranger. This handsome not-so-stranger was none other than Advik. With a clean heart, she steps into the holy bond called marriage to make it work only to find out something that completely leaves her shattered. Could Advik stop his wife from leaving with their unborn child? Was he too late? Would Kashvi ever forgive Advik for his betrayal? Would Kashvi ever believe Advik? Join the tale of Advik and Kashvi as they discover their feelings and encounter the hurdles that life throws their way. ****************************** Cover credits: ukiyoshrub Aesthetics credits: Shvavaneek15

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