A girl from small village of UP has came to Mumbai to achieve her dream to be an actress. In the industry for her to get work she needs to give a lot of favours to those with power . Get indulge in her erotic journey of chasing her dreams. 18+ audience only Highly mature, read only if u are comfortable....

1900𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 story ⚠️ His 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 gets rock hard everyday, tempted by her 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. Little 𝙁𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞 has always been obsessed by her older caretaker as well as her college dean. But he always treats her like his little girl. ♡⃕ 𝙕𝙮𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞, a dominant and possesive man in his 35 years of age. He is the head of several villages, finds himself irresistibly drawn to a girl 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 than him. ━┈ ◇ ━┈ Her first time at a 𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙣-𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖 (nightclub) and she runs into him. In the rage of seeing him sitting with another girl, she boldly slips off her tight dress. Throws herself into his arms and guides his veiny hands to her dripping wet pussy. What will happen when a Cold Strict Handsome Zamindaar who is her caretaker too, gets a taste of her innocence and now wants to keep her to himself? ♡⃕ | • 𝒘 𝒂 𝒓 𝒏 𝒊 𝒏 𝒈 • | It's going to be all smut ⚠️ If you're not comfortable I'll suggest you to not read this story

(Coming soon) My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore. The betrayal is running deep inside me. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry. I become just a shell. I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after. I was in a fairytale. But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check. Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead. I am Charvi. And this is my story.

She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly. For one condition. As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name. But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything? Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own? Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him? Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her... or get her killed.

18+ Indian Dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.

Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.