Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

His Only Hunger. ( Short Story). In a world of wealth and arranged marriages, Rhys and Elara find a love so profound it defies all norms. His obsession isn't a dark prison but a reverent need for her milk, a singular hunger that transforms his existence. This is a story about finding an unexpected intimacy, where a man's power surrenders to a woman's nurturing love, creating a bond as intense as it is beautiful.

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.

secret meets innocent souls then....👀👄🌚🌚 This book is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters, locations, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictional manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental. The content may include themes, language, and situations intended for adult readers, which some may find sensitive or explicit. Reader discretion is advised. The author and translator do not condone or promote any activities that may be harmful, unlawful, or offensive in real life. Read on your risk 🙏🏻

She thought it was just one night. He decided it wouldn't be.

Erotica Married to Thakur and everynight has turned into a dream!

It's a Indian sex story Oyshe is a young girl sexy girl of 24 years and got married to a middle aged man Vivaan who is not interested in his wife and even 2 months of their wedding he never even touched oyshe oyshe has so many desires about his partner but his partner not even interested in his body so , satisfy his disire she take some steps to know continued reading

✨ Completed on SCROLLSTACK ✨ He married her for his son. He never meant to fall for her. But some hearts don't ask for permission. They just break the rules. Rudra Singh Rathore is ice-unfeeling, untouchable, and utterly devoted to the only person who matters: his abandoned two-year-old son. Love? Dead. Trust? Buried. All he needs is a mother for his child, not a wife. Enter Aadhya Verma-kind-hearted, steel-spined, and completely unprepared for the storm she's walking into. An arranged marriage. A broken family. A man who warns her not to hope. But Aadhya doesn't listen to warnings. And Rudra doesn't see her coming. She softens his silence. She becomes his son's entire world. And slowly, painfully... she starts to matter. This was never supposed to be love. But fate has no mercy-and hearts have no rules. When the walls fall, will he choose to love her... or lose her forever?

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.🙏

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