"𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

Warning ⚠️ Mature content 🔞 *child marriage* she was 10 when he's 18 she was innocent girl who didn't know about marriage while he's sarpanch of village cruel dangerous. it's old fashion book so don't hate me for child marriage plot. " bhaiyaa" she scream...... "bhaiya honga tera bhai inaya" he shout he's face darkening with anger. Years later, he leaves the village and disappears into the cold streets of London. Time changes him. The boy who once ruled with anger becomes a man the world now fears - a brilliant lawyer with a dangerous silence and a darker aura. She calls him Rudra. The world calls him dangerous. " hum sarpanch hai baba humpe zor jabardasti nhi kar paoge aur na hi hame us ladki se vivah karne ke liye mana paoge" he said calmly but firmly. " tum uske ghar to jaa aao baki fir baad me dekhenge, tumhari maa ki zidd hai " he's father said with pleading.... Rudrakansh ko sirf ek hi chiz ki bookh h aur vo h respect. ~~~~ "Sarpanch jiiii, please na... aap to bohot acche hai na! Aisa mat karein... bas upar se aam phek rahi hu, pakad lo please!" ~~~~ forced marriage innocent girl × short tempered sarpanch little girl × mature man Possessive Obsession Vo kehte rahe dur raho humse , hum kehte rahe paas hi to hai A promise made in childhood... a destiny waiting to return. He always saw her as just a child, a little shadow growing up before his eyes. But the day she stood before him in a saree... something dangerous woke inside him. A desire he never wanted, a feeling he tried to fight. Because she was the same girl he had watched grow up- yet suddenly, she wasn't just a child anymore. And now... she is his obsession, his stubborn claim, his madness, his burning obsession and wild desire. 🖤 And trust me, guys- this story is worth it. Please give it a try. 🖤✨

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - Desi punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 3⟢ "In a world where I wasn't allowed to be seen, he was the only one who looked at me softly." I never understood why Professor Izmair Raiyesi noticed me at all. I wasn't special. I wasn't bold. I wasn't even free. I was simply trying to survive a marriage where silence was safer than speaking, where leaving home for my scholarship felt like the only breath I was allowed each day. But he saw me anyway-quietly, carefully, as if the act itself was dangerous. He never crossed a line, never let a single word slip beyond what was appropriate. Yet in every controlled glance, every measured moment, there was something I couldn't name... something he tried harder than anyone to hide. Because he doesn't belong to me. And I belong to someone else. But desire doesn't ask for permission. It simply fractures, softly, silently, in all the places we try to keep whole

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

A life they never wanted , he broke her heart in the ways she never expected she was a mere pawn in his game. She never belonged to him yet she belonged to him. But they didn't know was his obsession has slowly began to consume her. Now the only thing he wants is her, only her.