In a small town of the 80s, Anuradha a spirited 17-year-old, is married off to jayveer, a 26-year-old with a strict heart and an unyielding temperament. What begins as a world of cold rules, harsh words, and relentless control-can it ever turn into something tender? Will the girl who has never known freedom learn to stand her ground? Can the man who rules with authority realize the weight of his actions before it's too late? Between playful fights, accidental touches, and stolen moments, two hearts bound by duty begin to discover a love that sneaks in where fear and anger once lived. But will society, family, and their own past mistakes let them stay together? A story of passion, redemption, and first fluttering love, wrapped in the nostalgia and charm of 90s India-where every glance could speak a thousand words, and every touch could change a life forever.

Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

Adhira pov : "hey bhagwan" when will you listen to me ,when will you give me freedom from this hell? ........... I can't take it anymore now ......... is it that tough to take my life........... or is it because you perhaps also consider me flithy just ...please I beg you please take this miserable life that you gave me without my permission I hate this life please take me where you are please....pl .ple...ase I beg you I beg you (sobbed) Neer pov : I beg you I beg you (roared) live me alone ....for God sake why you all always want to decide for me I'm a fu#king grown man ,and can make decisions for myself I just love my life like this.... there is just one rule in my life DARLING "LIVE YOUR LIFE AT FULLEST other side: kill them all....no no no dhruv I totally forgot the rule which is in our rule book , death is for mistakes He did a sin (gritted his teeth) take him to basement...... POV Neer : hey badygirl I will make you regret your birth.....and make your life a living hell that you will beg for your life ( whispered) Adhira : (just stared blankling at him) which made him angry,he clinched his jaw and again whispered in her ears Neer : Malkin bnna tha n tumko tum jaisi ladkiyon ko Mai acche se janta hu naukrani n bna Diya n to kh na kya ( whispered in high pitch) And in response Adhira just chuckled dryly Adhira : Naukrani ko aur kitna naukrani bna lenge ( internally said) phase :2 Can't you see that I f#$king love you damn it......said???? Just stared blankly And that time a heart broke💔💔💔💔 phase :3 (A beautiful lady is crying sitting on her knees) :I'm ready to do anything for you what ever you say ( A chiseled man sitting on a chair with a manspread ..looking like he can devour the person infront of him wholesomely) tsked and said : Did you said any thing think again ... : yes anything :Think again and this time sensibly : yes yes yes I will do anything :....STRIP ( roared like a

★Blushing Stars★ Chhavi Mishra, nineteen, was soft-spoken, gentle, and raised far away from the glittering world of the royals. All she carried was innocence and a heart that dreamed quietly. Yuvaan Singhania, twenty-seven, was the heir to one of the most powerful families-proud, distant, and born to command. His silence was sharp, his presence intimidating, and his life had no room for love. When destiny tied them in an arranged marriage, it wasn't love at first sight, but a clash of worlds-her warmth against his coldness, her blush against his storms. But sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places... under the weight of family legacies and the glow of blushing stars. 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀🌷 ⋆ ★ 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 × 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 ★ 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲 ＆ 𝗦𝗵𝘆 𝗙𝗟 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗟 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵 01 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 ★ 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗿 ★ 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 By: Chocowrts

Hii myself dr vikramaditya varma. I am surgeon by profession also a mentor and writter. I am 32 year old... Everything was fine but suddenly everything went upside down in my personal life.... The girl who was suppose to call me brother in law is now going to call me husband. Myself siya kashyap.I am 20 year old...waiting for my results of the entrance exam so i can take admission in the medical college.I want to become a dr just like my brother in law... But wait now he is my husband... Why just why #12 in brotherinlaw 12/09/2025 Peep in the story... Please dont read if you are not ready for mature content.... All copyright reserve to me except the picture.... So dont even think of copying my work.

She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

"The course of true love never did run smooth" .... When a fatal war took place, princess Rajyashri's life became a battle of survival. While running for her life she stumbled upon the prince of Aryanka, the man who killed her family. Thrown into a world full of enemies Rajyashri found herself falling hard for the dangerously handsome prince, Jay. Genre : Historical fiction (Indian) / Romance Update- every Saturday

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )