Book 2 of Series Phool Kumari is a 17 years old girl who was once a maid in a wealthy household, but now she lives in a college hostel. She is running away from someone-or something. Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

"Ye gila hai aapki nigahon se Phool bhi hon darmiyan to fasle hue"~ ♡♡♡ India was independent, so were it's people, but not it's women, never its women. She was married off at a tender age of 18, she did it without a word, she was treated like a maid, she expected everything that was thrown her way. A girl, at the time when their opinions didn't matter, when what the men said was a line made up of fire, she decided to rise. Rise from the failed marriage, rise from the husband she thought was a human, rise from the accusations, rise from the abusive marriage. She rose and rose stronger than ever. But when give life gave her a second chance to love, to grow, she hesitated but he stood like a rock showed her what love looked like, put forward his palm when the world turned it's back. This is her story, Madhu and how she comes out of a abusive marriage to find independence and love again. Read to find out~ #1 village out of 6.58K stories (28/02/25) #1 oldtimes out of 3.23K stories (27/02/25) #1 controlling out of 1.96K stories (28/02/25) #1 orthodox out of 319 stories (28/02/25) #1 barren out of 135 stories (28/02/25) #1 hindi out of 6.62k stories (5/03/25) #1 rural out of 1.06k stories (5/03/25) (NOTE: This story is only written on Wattpad only in this account, @limebebe, If you ever see it in any other app or account, please inform me ASAP!) ENGLISH translation is till 6th chapter only! Picture credits: Pinterest -🌺🍋

(ADULTS ONLY) He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off- And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.

Emrys Harrow was my crush first-then he became my stepdad. Tragic, right? Dreaming about screwing my mother's man? Yeah, that's a whole new level of messed up. But this isn't a story about regret. It's about how I seduced my stepdad, made him cheat, and shattered their marriage. You probably hate me already-not that it matters. Most people do. But let's be real. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to watch the wreckage.

My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table. Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears. How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. "Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed. "Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body. He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor.. He is just my destroyer,I chose myself.. HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! Rated 18+ Enter at your own risk!!

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]