Akash patel, 26 years man who had always been the quiet kid in college, the one who preferred the comfort of his books to the chaos of loud parties. Yet, despite his introverted nature, he had a secret-a crush on the most popular girl in college. Meera Rajput. She was everything Akash was not: outgoing, confident, and effortlessly charming. She was the life of every gathering, her laughter echoing through hallways, her spark lighting up even the dullest days. Throughout college, he admired her from afar, captivated by her smile and the way she navigated social circles with ease. They had exchanged casual pleasantries, but he doubted she even knew his name. When graduation day arrived, he left with dreams of what could have been but accepted that he would likely never see her again. But table turned and one day when his parents announce his marriage been arranged with Meera rajput Her words sent shivers down my spine. I felt her intensity, her passion. "I know it's not your fault," she continued, her gaze piercing mine, "but the burning sensation inside my chest, looking at you with someone else... it makes me want to murder that person." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Trust me, I would have smashed her head on the wall if it wasn't about your deal." My heart skipped a beat. Meera's ferocity was awe-inspiring. "Mujhe toh tumse chu ke guzarne wali hawaon se bhi taklif hai," she whispered, cupping my face, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns on my cheeks. "Aur baat tum dusro ki karte ho?" Her words made my pulse stutter. I fisted her saree in my palms, seeking comfort. Meera's fingers wiped away my tears, her lips brushing against my forehead in a soothing kiss. Will the most popular girl will fall in love with the introvert nerd ? Will this marriage get successfull or crashed someone's heart most probably; akash [ प्रेम- Gatha book -3] Start - 1st October 2024 End -

This story is only for 18+ and for the open minded ones. If you are neither, then bubye. 🔞👋 ********** RUDRA SINGH SINGHANIA I opened the door of my room harshly and found her standing there facing the balcony. The file was on the bed and I walked towards her fuming. "You couldn't do one simple thing? Can't you come to the office and deliver a file? How hard is it? Now because of your carelessness, we lost the deal. Can't you even be of some use? Marrying you seems like hell already." ********** DEV SINGH SINGHANIA "What is it?" "Iampregnant." I spoke in one go. He shook his head as if trying to break those words. "What?" "I. Am. Pregnant." He abruptly stood up from the stool, making it fall down with a thud. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Abort it." ********** VED SINGH SINGHANIA "I fell in love with a girl who fought for herself. But now I find a woman who doesn't care about others except her own self." "Ved, I am sorry." "Your sorry can never heal what you broke." ********** Story of three brothers and their journey of love, life and happiness. Filled with smut,🔞 so read at your discretion.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖." A perfect marriage. A perfect couple. An ideal family-or so it seems. They carry their Royalty with pride. Sitting on the Throne of the past, the beauty hides a fatal secret. One wrong move, and all the facade of happiness will crumble with the ruins of darkness. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. A name that commands both reverence and fear. A name no one dares to defy - 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 The world sees them as flawless-an empire built on money, fame, power, and respect. A dynasty that inspires envy and submission alike. They have everything that others can only dream of. But, is it really like that? The four heirs of this empire inherit more than just wealth. A tale of four brides who are far from fragile, who know how to fight and how to survive. But even they are unaware of the truth buried in this palace of glass. There is a fight, unknown to everyone, known to oneself. A past that refuses to leave clings to you like life, when death awaits you at your doorstep. Their tale is of a past that unfolded in the garden of ashes, and whispers of secrets were everywhere. What is it? Is the perfection real, or just another mask for the world? What, after all, is the 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑨 -the true meaning-behind it all?

[𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗻𝗸 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱-𝟮𝟲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗔𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿❟ 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻] 𝐀𝐟𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐲- 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 "𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆" ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Four Families. Eight individuas. Four couples. As individuals, they have their own identities. But as a couple, they are yet to find the way of life. And it can't be done without the involvement of drama. "𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒔"

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

A royal Rajasthani family. Three couples. Three different love stories. Each with their own pains, struggles, and secrets... And in the end their journey towards love, healing, and happiness. ✨ A multi-couple tale filled with emotions, traditions, heartbreak, and hope.