It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

A STORY OF EMPLOYE AND CEO (BOSS)✨ ____________________________________ SHIVANSH & ARADHYA ♡ . . . . . . . THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY MATURE (18+)

Bhavika has carried a quiet insecurity about her breast size - a worry she deeply felt. When her husband, Ayush, stayed distant for nearly two months, her worries deepened. She began to wonder if she wasn't enough for him, if her fears were finally becoming real. ______ This is an 18+ story.

Story of a Young Couple who are in love since childhood and satisfying their lust. This story is more about lust instead of love, this story is dirty, smutty and highly mature.

Part 1 SUBMISSIVE ( ARRANGED MARRIAGE) SMUT/18+/ADULT/MATURE "We are married, and I vow to give you my last name," he whispered in my ear as we sat in front of the holy fire. "And since a relationship should be 50-50, you should vow to scream my first name." He was the CEO of the largest business in the world, a billionaire, and undeniably hot. But he had a secret: he was broken. The world feared him because of the kind of monster he was. He hated everyone. Could a monster be human? She was the fragile, innocent, and sheltered daughter of another billionaire. She knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, as her parents had always loved and protected her. She was like spring-joyful and beautiful inside and out. Could she handle a monster as a husband? In the stark, sterile confines of his corporate empire, he reigned supreme. A man of ice, his heart as cold as the steel towers that surrounded him. She, his assistant, was merely a cog in his machine, invisible to his disdainful gaze. At home, however, a different story unfolded. They were bound by a secret marriage, a union known only to them. Yet, even within the walls of their shared sanctuary, her worth seemed to elude him. Until his best friend arrived. A charming, charismatic man who instantly captivated her. The spark of a forbidden attraction ignited within her, a flame that threatened to consume the fragile peace of their carefully constructed lives. As his friend's advances grew bolder, a dormant jealousy awoke within him. He began to claim her as his own, a possessive force that both terrified and exhilarated her. Arranged Marriage ❤️ Dominant X Submissive 🌶 Spicy/ Smut/ BDSM 🥵 Boss X Assistant 🤌 Love to hate 💔 She fell first but he fell harder 😳

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

Varsha Malhotra has everything. Wealth, power, and the perfect mask of control. She's worn control like silk for years; a cold husband, a loveless marriage, and secrets buried beneath her calm. What no one knows is that she's been waiting for the right moment to set her secret in motion. When Kabir enters her house as caretaker, young, strong, and far too steady... he's more than temptation. He's the one piece that could turn her hidden plan into reality. A caretaker to the world, but inside her house? Inside her hands? He could become something else entirely. Her forbidden toy. She craved what was unholy. She was a wife bound by vows. He was the younger sin she couldn't put down. Desire is just the beginning. What follows is darker, dirtier, and in a mansion built on silence, desire won't just be a sin. It will be a weapon. This is not a love story. It's a game of control, lust, power and forbidden lines waiting to be crossed. A tale of dominance and surrender, smoldering tension, and secrets waiting to explode. -------------------------------------------- ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ This is a pure SMUT story-raw, explicit, and intensely erotic. [NSFW] Chapters contain explicit sexual content (18+ only). Reader discretion is advised. It contains themes of infidelity, age gap, dominance, pain kink, and a forbidden relationship that may not be comfortable for all audiences. If you're not into taboo plots, morally grey characters, or intense sexual content, this story is not for you. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. 🔥 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE THE STORY.

Oh Ekansh, please faster, I can't control that feeling please faster.

Diya kashyap, 23, a hardworking girl with big dreams, finds her life taking an unexpected turn when she meets Raj Thakur , 29 , her charismatic professor. Drawn to his calm intensity, she begins to feel emotions she can't understand. As their connection deepens, their relationship crosses boundaries-one forbidden yet irresistible. With love, pain, and desire entangled, will they overcome the obstacles or lose themselves in this storm of emotions? This is the story of a professor and his student, a tale of forbidden love, passion, and devotion that defies all odds. ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT

Strictly 🔞 "Seatbelt baandh lo, kyunki is flight mein zyada hi turbulence hai - between the legs." A bold girl. A hot stranger. One business class flight. No names. No promises. Just filthy, raw sex under the stars at 38,000 feet. Ek Raat. Ek Flight. Ek Fuck.