this story contains 18+ scenes ,words if u are uncomfortable with it don't read it but don't report it kindly support . Indumati a sweet 18 year old girl living with her aunt Eravati in a small kingdom known as Bhangarh . she doesn't know about her parents except that they are dead . suddenly a war broke out in Bhangarh with the most powerful kingdom known as Rameshwargarh. Bhangarh lost . people became homeless and some got abducted to serve new king . what will happen to her ? how will she survive ? this story has an evil male lead who only wants power and a sweet but strong female lead which is kind and love everything around her. how will she makes an evil man wanted to love? lets read and find out Indu : Its paining a lot down there if i would have known i would never say yes to this marriage RUDRA : i have a cure for it Indu : what is it This story will be atleast 50 chapters long so keep patience🤗🤗. Highly mature chapter will start from 20th chapter.🤭 #389 obsessed on 15 dec 2024 #73 obsessed in 10.1 k stories on 20 dec 2024 #8 enemies to lover on 23 march 2025 out of 109k stories #strongfemalelead #crazymalelead #innocentfemalelead #historical #Indian #obsessivemalelead #possession #Royality

⚠️ warning ⚠️ ⋅˚18+˚ ⋅ Pur-sukoon is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters.

Can a psychopathic killer truly fall in love? Can she heal the monster inside him? He married her to destroy her, never knowing she was the only one who could save him." A Soon to Be Published Novel Limerence is Written by AabNoor Rashid This book is the original work of the author. All rights are reserved. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, distributed, translated, or used in any form without the author's prior written permission. Unauthorized use of any portion of this work may result in legal action.

"Open it, my little siren" HIS voice was velvet-dark. "Your king has spoken.The sooner you obey the sooner this ritual begins." "I will not!" she spat. A low chuckle escaped him. "Ahh, such a queenly refusal.Fierce.Untamed." His fingers paused at the first button of her shirt. "But if my queen will not undress herself,then her king must do his duty." Her nails slashed across his chest,leaving red trails.He traced them with a smile. "Do you feel this?" he whispered. "Every mark you carve into me is your signature,little siren.Your claim." He leaned closer. "I am already yours.Entirely.Irrevocably. Your king, branded by his queen." 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery.No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public,cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones,painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little siren? 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guide

Timeline:1980's Location: Didwana Village, Nagaur District, Rajasthan Shreenidhi Rajputa: At just 16, Shreenidhi was a sweet and caring girl, aware that her parents were soon to marry her off. But she never imagined it would happen so quickly. While many girls her age dreamed of a wedding day, Shreenidhi longed for something different: freedom, independence, a life beyond the boundaries of tradition. Would this marriage confine her to a role she never wished for, or could it somehow give her the chance to carve out her own path? Devansh Somani: At 19, Devansh was a sharp and intelligent young man. He knew his return to the village meant marriage was inevitable, but he didn't expect to fall for his bride at first sight and choose her. As the heir to the Sarpanch's chair, he carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Devansh had always put his dreams on hold for the good of his family and community. Yet, when faced with marriage to Shreenidhi, a girl with hopes and desires of her own, he found himself questioning everything. Would he be able to balance his responsibilities with the needs of his new wife? Could he understand what Shreenidhi truly wanted in life, and help her find the freedom she craved, or would their marriage become another chapter in the book of sacrifice and compromise? ~◇◯◇~ Cover and Aesthetic credits: @raat2bajewalabhoot ~◇◯◇~

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

The story is based from 1990s romance, with some spicy smut 🤫. ~✧ Rudra × Noor ✧~ An arranged marriage between two very different people who slowly learn to trust and understand each other. Will Noor be able to break the cold walls of Rudra's heart ?? The story is a mix of English and Hindi language ! I'm also a reader guys and this is my first story so please support me !!

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

18 + ⚠️ Warning: This story contains themes of violence and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. 1950s India. A world where women are meant to endure, not question. She is 27, living a life shaped by silence, control, and quiet fear-where even her thoughts feel carefully contained. Then a 23-year-old stranger arrives, asking for work. He doesn't belong in her world. But his presence begins to disturb everything she has learned to accept. And in a place where nothing changes easily, even a small shift can feel like everything is breaking.

This is not a love story meant to comfort you. These are tales of obsession dressed as devotion, control mistaken for care, and men who love with a hunger that does not ask permission. Each story explores desire where power is unequal, choices are compromised, and affection becomes a weapon. There are no gentle heroes here, no safe fantasies - only intimacy that unsettles, attachment that cages, and love that refuses to let go. For readers who crave dark romance in its rawest form - this book does not soften the edges. Read at your own discretion.