Book 3 of "Royal Tales" 13/11/25

Book 2 of "Royal Tales" "You can't love me, I'm scary" he warned, his eyes flashed a dangerous glint. But she seemed totally unaffected. Her stare was full with tenderness while she leaned in, there faces were inches apart now. And she whispered, "And I love scary things" Abhisar & Chahat were bound together by a sacred bond named, marriage, but it was a union that neither had desire. One was hard to love and another one just wanted to love. Read this book to be a part of their journey. Starting date: 31/08/2024 Finishing date: let's see!

m-maat ahh mari h-humka jii d-dard ho raha h-hai ahhh ( please don't hit me it's hurt) smack ------ smack------- smack------- kitni baar kahe toke maat ladoa maa se juban par tohar dimag mai baat nhi samaj ata hai ( how many times do I have to tell you don't give back answers to mom , still you are not getting it) _______________________________________________________ This story is set in 1978 Female lead Ani Dev Ram 18 year old simple girl from middle class family , Fair and beautiful with average height4.10 , petite and fragile girl Dev Ram 29 years old cold man from middle class family, muscular body with height of 5.8 , light brown skin tone, strict as hell Read to find out the story ******************************************** This is purely my work I would not appreciate anyone to copy it others their will be the consequences

When her past coming in light. When his darkest desire take lead. When two corrupt person meant to cure each other. The game they started in the darkness come in light. The story begin. For all the girls who wants to flood in fantasy let me take you the fantasy world. So sit still and open the Page's. Trope Enemy x lover ( secret mafia king) CEO x Intern Force proximity Family dynamics Dark past Strong female lead. Stalking Forced marriage Marriage agreement

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

Priya was lying in her room, half-asleep, wrapped in the silence of the old haveli. Suddenly, she heard a whisper-soft, broken, almost calling her name. "Priya..." Her eyes remained closed, but her heart stumbled in her chest. Again, the voice floated through the darkness. "Priya..." This time, it felt closer-too close. A chill ran down her spine. Before she could move, she felt it- a faint touch on her ankle, cold as midnight wind. Her breathing hitched. Ok The touch slowly glided upward, tracing her skin, rising inch by inch. Fear curled inside her... yet something about the touch felt disturbingly gentle. Her eyes flew open. And with a breath caught between terror and shock, she screamed- "AAAHHHHHHHHH!" @All right reserved So this book is going to be mature, adult 18+ story, and smult

Highest Ranking: #1 in 'Ethnicity' ************************************** TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual harassment __________________________________ Samay Kapoor is an Indian American teenager living in California with his parents. One day his parents decide to take their deceased friend's daughter into the family and take care of her. Barkha Sharma comes from India and is the same age as Samay and she starts going to the same Highschool as Samay. Samay is not exactly enthusiastic about this. He is busy with other things in his life like his crush on Maddison Bale and doing the yearbook activities with his best friend Han Junho. And Barkha tries to settle down in the new life on her own. Until one night, when things change. When Barkha ask Samay if he would like to have sex with her. WARNING: The story contains an act of sexual harassment. Also, it has themes like underage drinking and there is occasional use of abusive language.

She was stolen from the streets and locked inside a haveli-a beautiful prison where girls are trained to dance but for the eyes of powerful men... and to be owned by them. Trapped. Silenced. Marked for a life she never chose. Then he appeared. Seventeen. Wealthy. The son of the man who owns everything- including her fate. He wasn't supposed to feel anything. She wasn't supposed to trust anyone. But when he claims her as his mistress, everything changes. Now she's caught between two worlds- the cage she was taken to, and the boy who offers her freedom... at the cost of her heart. Can love exist in a world built on power, secrets, and control? Or is she just another possession waiting to be broken?