𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎 - 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 India had won her freedom, but for those left in its wake, the battle had only begun. Set in the backdrop of a middle-class family trying to survive after the loss of their loved ones in the war of independence, Kanak finds herself engaged with a man in a marriage she had no will in. Seeing her family already suffering enough to give them her share too, she decided to get married anyway. Leaving back her past with her lover who she knew would never be able to marry her due to societal barriers, she shrugs into the fire of life with Ashwik Agarwal, a man she knew nothing of. Her life turned upside down when Kanak found herself in a loveless marriage torn between her heart that craved love and her mind that was strict with the principles of life. But is that all she has to offer? Is that the only value she can give away to life, by being the responsible woman of the house? To become yet another nameless woman swallowed by tradition? Through Kanak's eyes, 'Majboor: Na Hum Na Tum' explores the invisible chains of post-independence India where freedom was won, but true liberation was yet to come. #1 in Partition - 09/02/25 #181 in Freedom - 30/03/25

Grown up in the house where abuse spoke louder than love . A house which never became her home and only gave her pain, she learnt to stay quiet for her safety and practised the fake smile. She didn't dream of love , she craved for peace. She only feared one thing the most that is being married. Had only seen its cruelest version - the kind that came with shouting, silence, slammed doors, and bruised hearts. In her world, marriage wasn't a promise. It was a prison. And she had quietly vowed never to enter it. But fate has its own ways. Pushed into an arranged marriage by her family, she enters a new home with a heart full of resistance and a mind ready for war. She expects coldness. Control. Everything she had learned to fear. Would it all be according to her fear or she will see a different version of marriages ?

1960s A beautiful charming girl who is forced to become a housewife, she buried her dreams and devoted her life to her husband and children that's what a good women do right?? But will her husband ever realize his love and respect her? Let's see what happens 👉

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

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When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room through the window. After snatching the top from her hand, he blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man but she wanted to be sure. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. **** She had madly and deeply loved him since the moment she understood the meaning of love and could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister while for her he was her world. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her this unconditional love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.

Forbidden Flames: Spicy Series Book 3 My Father's Friend Selena Since I was young, I accepted that I would marry the man of my father's choice, so I always kept my heart shielded. But everything changed when I kissed my father's friend. James I had always been clear in my mind that I would never settle down with just one woman, but everything changed the moment I tasted my friend's daughter. *** "I'm asking you something, Selena." As he gives a slight pinch to my clit, I scream with pleasure. "Are you my naughty little girl? Answer me." He demands and keeps pressing my bud. "Yes.. yes..." I yelp, squeezing my legs shut as he gives spank to my wet pussy. "Answer me properly." Fuck! I'll orgasm by the way he is becoming so rough with me. It's so hot. Now it's the time to become seriously his little naughty girl. My eyes glint with mischief. "I'm your naughty little girl, Daddy..." His eyes darken as I call him "Daddy". He grabs my chin and questions, "why did you say?" "I'm your naughty girl." I give him a mischievous smile. His grip tighten around my chin. "After that, Little Miss." "Daddy..." I whisper in a husky tone, smirking. He stuff my bra back into my mouth, groaning, "Fuck! Selena... you have no clue how much this word is making me hard."

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 Isha was never meant to love. Broken, scarred, and trapped in the echoes of a past that refused to let go, she knew better than to trust-especially a man. Raghav never believed in love at first sight-until the day he saw her. The girl who hid behind shadows, who flinched at his presence, who begged him to stay away. Still, his heart refused to listen. In a world where silence spoke louder than words, could love ever to bridge the distance between a man who wanted to protect and a woman too afraid to be touched?

The powerful haryanvi saga of a devoted man fighting his lover's fear "Baat ko samjhiye... hum nahi ho sakte ek," she whispered against his lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. His breath trembled. "Kyun nahi ho sakte ek..."His voice cracked between anger and pleading. He brushed his lips over hers again, desperate and scared. "Aapka khandan.. mujhe kabhi apna nahi paayega," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to calm the storm rising inside him. He smiled faintly, lips still touching hers. "Unke apnane ya na apnane se kya farq padta hai, jaan" He took a deep breath, his chest pressed against hers "Humne toh apna liya hai na, aapko." Her fingers brushed his hair back. She swallowed hard. "Lekin...aapke maa-bapu aapse naraz ho jaayenge, na Pardhan ji." He closed his eyes and kissed her again, slower this time ,a silent plea for her to understand how much she meant to him "Unki narazgi seh lenge, lekin aapka chale jaana humse nahi saha jaayega," he murmured. Her breath caught. "Badnaam ho jaayenge aap...hume apna kar ke.." He cupped her face, thumb tracing the mole on her chin. "Agar badnami ke badle, aap mil rahe ho" He paused, eyes fixed on hers. "Yoh jaat sareaam badnaam hona chahvega" His Haryanvi accent rolled smoothly over his tongue She looked up. His eyes were steady not just possessive but certain, as if he had already chosen her against the world. Before she could argue, he pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Shhh..." Her heart hammered. She nodded faintly. Then his voice dropped to a vow. "Ek baat samajh lijiye, Heer..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Agar iss jaat ki koi jaatni hogi, toh woh sirf aap hongi, sirf aap," he said, his voice deepening on the last words to let her know he meant every bit of it. He looked straight into her eyes, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Samjhi... MRS. HEER ANIRUDH SANGWAN." He kissed her forehead softly before standing up. To be continued... Story by AishRomantics

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