Note: It's a mature story with hinglish content. One maid. One politician. And a government house built on rules. She works under his authority. What grows is unequal, unnamed, and dangerous. This is not love. It is proximity under power and the cost of crossing it. Reader discretion advised. Kindly do not report the book. Feedback is welcomed.

"No, Dadii!!! She will stay with me!" Raghav's voice pierced through the quiet drawing room like a crack in glass. His small face, flushed with frustration, quivered with determination. At only ten years old, he already spoke with the authority of a prince one who was never denied anything. Dadii looked down at him with a mix of confusion and unease. "She's... the cleaner's daughter, Raghav. You shouldn't befriend someone like her." "I don't care!" he shouted, fists clenched. "I want her. Only her." There was a pause. A long one. Mrs Malhotra exchanged a glance with Raghav's mother, who stood nearby, her expression tight and unreadable. Finally, She exhaled. "Alright, alright," she muttered, defeated by love. "How can I go against your wish, my prince?" 🍁 "Rajesh," said the madam of the house, her manicured fingers drumming against the polished wood of her chair. "We want your daughter to stay here." Rajesh blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Madam... but she's just a child." "Your child," she said coldly, "is now important to our raghav, he wants her." She paused, letting the words sink in before leaning back. "Twenty thousand monthly. You'll get it if she stays. If she obeys." Rajesh lowered his eyes to the floor. He had never seen such money in his life. "Okay, madam," he whispered, heart sinking. "She will stay. She will do whatever the prince says." ************ Peep into joining the journey of betrayal, love and Unconditional trust. Feel free to imagine The main Characters as your favourite person or the best imagine yourself in place of the Character. Don't forget to Give your reviews and suggestions #2 in Forbidden Love 30/19/25 🍁🤭

He offered us a fortune to save our dying hotel... All I had to do was spread my legs for a dangerous stranger. While my husband watched every single thrust. We were drowning in debt. Our marriage was falling apart. One filthy proposition from a rich, dominant stranger changed everything. He wanted one night. He wanted me screaming his name. He wanted my husband sitting there, hard and helpless, as I got ruined in ways he'd never seen. I thought it would be quick. Dirty. Over. But the stranger didn't just fuck my body... he awakened something dark and addictive inside me. Now my husband can't stop begging for more... and neither can I. How many nights will it take before our marriage completely breaks? Or before I become his perfect little slut? 🔥 Extremely explicit Hotwife / Cuckold / Voyeurism Power play, rough sex, filthy degradation 18+ ONLY - Enter if you dare 🔞🔞

Neel Agarwal was four years older than Aisha. Mature, composed, and terrifyingly calm. The topper. The disciplined one. The boy who believed emotions were distractions. Except when it came to her. Aisha Agarwal the clumsy, bright, over-smiling girl who walked into his life and turned it upside down. She trusted him blindly, fought with him like a child, and depended on him for everything... not knowing he loved her in a way he could never say out loud. For Aisha, Neel was safe. For Neel, Aisha was a weakness. But Aisha's heart beats for someone else. Shikhar. Her college classmate. Loud. Dominating. The "gunde-type" guy everyone feared but she loved. Protective in his own dangerous way. The kind of boy who fights first and thinks later. And Neel hated the way Shikhar held her hand so casually. Hated the way she smiled at him. Hated himself for not being enough. Neel is older. He knows better. He understands consequences. Shikhar doesn't. When possessiveness clashes with patience, when love fights ego, and when Aisha stands between two completely different worlds the calm storm and the raging fire who will she choose? The boy who silently built her dreams? Or the one who loudly claims her heart? A story about silent love, dangerous attraction, jealousy, and the painful truth that sometimes being the "right" person doesn't mean being the chosen one.

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She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.

I am no longer the kind of beauty one chooses. Not the girl with long, flowing hair. Not the one with polished nails and a smile that could light up rooms. Not the one with perfectly matched shoes, dresses, and the effortless grace of someone untouched by life's cruelty. She is gone. What stands before you now is not elegance. It is ruin. My hair falls in tangled shadows over my face. My hands are bare, trembling where once they wore polish. My smile has fled, leaving only the echo of fear and despair. I am no fairytale. I am the aftermath. And if you are still staring... Ask yourself carefully: Do you seek beauty... Or do you dare to face the truth beneath it? Trigger Warning!!!!! This story delves into dark love, obsession, trauma, and violence. It is intended for mature readers. If you are underage or sensitive to these themes, please swipe past.

In between the peaceful and simple life of Mehul Sharma, when a black cloud knocks, back to back dreadful turns take place in her life. Her only mistake was she showed the guts to deny the Monster. let's dive in to explore more

"jis aadmi ne mera suhaag udaad diya... uska bacha mere aandar pal raha hai".

18+🔞 Village head x Collector Power x law Married at twenty-two in an arranged union, Adhira Rao had a life mapped out for duty and discipline. Encouraged by her husband, she pursued her dreams and became the youngest IAS officer in her cadre at twenty-four. Mahavir Rathod - Jamendar of the village, ruthless in business, feared by rivals, commanding in the outside world - built an empire, but inside his home, he built a sanctuary for his wife. Outside the door, they are worlds apart: Adhira with her laws, Mahavir with his power. Inside, the world disappears. They are obsessive, passionate, and utterly devoted to each other. Every touch, every glance, every heated moment belongs to them and them alone. In a village where loyalty is currency, power rules, and every outside gaze judges them, Adhira and Mahavir live by one law - whatever happens outside, stays outside. Because behind closed doors, they are not just husband and wife. They are fire and desire, obsession and love, unbreakable and untouchable. strictly 18+ if you feel uncomfortable then feel free to leave