"Don't go around forgetting your things, little vixen." He spoke instead, pulling away. Her lips, slightly parted in shock, appeared unreasonably soft, and he had to hide and spar against the sudden compulsion to lean in further. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ 11 lives and 6 tales of forbidden desires. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Desire - obsession, love, and destruction. Some may call Desire love. Some call it madness, obsession even. But in the end, it all leads to destruction. Or maybe, peace? He wasn't just drawn to her - he was consumed by her. Whole. She could have never been his, yet, he wanted her. Thus, boundaries were blurred. And lines were crossed. They weren't meant to be, so he upturned the destinies for her. Love was like a forbidden fruit in their tale, and he gladly took a bite out of it. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ DESIRE - A Tale Of Forbidden ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2025 © Panchi Verma.

_____________________________________ ✨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 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 haw mind okay.enjoy!!

After a wild night of drinking in Vegas, Krish and Trisha wake up to find they've accidentally gotten married. They decide to get an annulment but things take a sharp turn when their families find out. The drama, the tension, and the judgment from their families force them into a corner where they have no choice but to continue their accidental marriage. Will they survive the ride? Or not? Tune in to find out.

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗

If you wany to read a sweet and cute story between a professor and his student, this one is for you. In the quiet corners of an university, where books whispered secrets and time moved a little slower, a gentle story unfolds between two unlikely hearts.

A quiet, emotional professor-student romance. A story of quiet hearts and fragile beginnings. Navh Talya, a composed and calm professor, meets Ati Revya, a girl carrying the weight of a painful past. As their lives intertwine, trust is tested, emotions unravel, and healing begins in small, unexpected ways. Almost Spring ♡ :･ﾟ because healing doesn't happen all at once. It comes slowly... like winter learning how to feel the sun again. ♡ Navh Talya × Ati Revya ♡ "He's the calm. She's the storm he never saw coming." ♡ ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:✧ ♡ Dedication ♡ For the hearts learning to bloom again, even when winter still whispers. ♡ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

~Prologue~ Marriages are meant to be beautiful and special. And when you're set to marry your boyfriend of two years, it feels nothing but magical. But what happens when things start to fall apart? Aaruhi Kashyap is logical. She's happy, charming, and intelligent. With a bachelor's degree in Architecture, she aspires to pursue higher studies-while simultaneously running a part-time antique business of her own. Prateek Gaikwad is ready to marry the love of his life. From being Aaruhi's project partner to becoming her boyfriend and now fiancé, he has come a long way. He checks every box on Aaruhi's list of the ideal life partner. And then there's Abhimanyu Suryawanshi-mysterious, enigmatic, and exactly as he's meant to be. Dive into the story to unravel his secrets. "Marry me." "Pagal ladki. " 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

....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+

#top 4 : 06.08.2025 Second book in desire series🎀✨ ANIL RAWAT X SHANAYA GOWDA ✨ ANIL - My world is dark I don't want anyone to end up in my dark world SHANAYA - I will be the light in your dark world ✨ TROPES: Mafia king X Lawyer grumpy X Sunshine Rajasthani X Kannadathi Her kanna X His janu slow burn mafia trope mafia romance hate shefellfirst hefellharder Started on : 13.06.2025 Ended on : 28.07.2025

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.