"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

--- Title: "Sarpanch Ki Dulhaniya" Description: In the heart of a traditional Indian village, where honor speaks louder than love and eyes follow every move of a beautiful girl-Meher, a 20-year-old innocent yet strikingly curvy young woman, lives a life behind closed doors. Guarded by her overprotective father, she is the silent desire of many men... but no one dares to touch what isn't theirs. Until Veer returns. 35, bold, and newly elected as the village Sarpanch, Veer has everything-power, respect, and a body women dream of. But beneath that rough exterior lies a man with a longing heart... searching for her. One stolen glance at a wedding. One accidental encounter in a dimly lit room. One forbidden touch... and their fates are sealed. From forced marriage to sizzling intimacy, from stolen glances to deep emotional bonding-this is a story of possession, passion, and a love that defies rules. "Tu meri banegi... chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe."

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. she has voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross. But Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession. And obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

When Shreya's brother's wedding brings laughter, colors, and celebration into her home, she never expects danger to walk through the same doors. But the night she falls-quite literally-into the arms of Rudra, her world changes forever. Rudra isn't just a guest. He's the ruthless mafia king her family owes a debt to. Cold, powerful, and feared by all-except by the girl who dares to look into his eyes. For Rudra, it was obsession at first sight. For Shreya, it was the beginning of her ruin. Now, bound by a debt her family cannot repay, she is caught in a dangerous dance between fear and desire, innocence and obsession, light and shadow. And Rudra will stop at nothing to claim what fate has placed in his arms. Because in his world, love isn't gentle-it's Junoon

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She's a doctor. He's a Minister. The world calls him powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. But eight years ago... he was just a boy who kissed her. One night. One secret. One goodbye. Now destiny drags them back together. What happens when love, power, and obsession collide? Will she choose pride... or surrender to the man who never forgot her?

Revival of Tara and Ibrahim with a short story

Book 1 of professor series ( under editing) " what is he doing here ? " " Wait . WHAT my husband is my professor! "