"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

He was honorable, sophisticated, and an ideal man, and she was a prostitute's daughter. A Crown Prince of unmatched grace and dignity, the very embodiment of righteousness but fell in love with a Harlot's heir he rescued. She was never meant to be his, yet she became his greatest weakness. A disciplined crown prince, bound by duty, and a girl with no place in his world-yet he broke every rule for her. What began as a rescue turned into an inescapable bond, an obsession neither could deny. But love isn't enough when fate, power, and betrayal stand in the way. As she rises, he falls, and the world forces them apart. A tale of forbidden love, fate, power, heartbreak, and redemption-this is the story of a girl who was never meant to belong to a crown prince, and a crown prince who could never let her go. • Young and naive (not dumb) female lead x Mature and kind Male lead. • Male lead is a total green flag! • Male lead breaks all his principles and ideology just because he is in love with the sweet innocent girl who is totally clueless of how much she makes one of the most powerful person in the kingdom weak. • Journey of love, passion, heartbreak, seperation, comedy, forbidden romance and dramas! (I am not very good with writing bio as if I write further than this then I would spoil so many twists, but I will recommend the readers to give this book a shot if they want to read something with ACTUAL PLOT, emotional rollercoaster, ULTIMATE SEXUAL TENSION with Passionate smuts like cherry on top) Regular and consistent update ☝🏻 (Cover image stickers are taken from Pinterest)

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𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐫 "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥"he said coldly, his voice a blade. "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭," she hissed, trembling with rage. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." He was the man she once loved-the same man who now wants to break her. To him, she's a liar. A traitor. A woman who sold her soul and shattered his trust. So he forces a ring onto her finger, not out of love-but punishment. What he doesn't see is the girl beneath the guilt: broken beyond repair, hollowed by choices she never wanted to make. She hides it all behind clumsy laughter and sunshiny smiles, hoping he'll never notice the tremble beneath her touch. But behind his cruelty is a storm even he can't control. And buried in her silence is a secret that could ruin them both. In a world where hate is easier than love, will their masks fall before their hearts do? What will happen when he will know the truth? Will he leave her or regret every word he spilts on her? 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬- 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: ..... 𝐍𝐨-𝟏 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝟐𝟓 𝐃𝐞𝐜 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐭𝐨 𝟔 𝐉𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎

"He was her downfall. She was his ruin. But if love was a crime, they were ready to commit the ultimate sin together." 𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖞𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖆 She lived to save people. He lived to destroy them. Loving her was the greatest sin he ever committed - and the only one he chose willingly. She was a doctor, trained to heal. But beneath her steady hands and gentle smile, she was the one who needed healing the most. After her mother's death and a lifetime of her father's hatred, she gave up on the idea of love. She longed for it... but love never came. He came instead - wrapped in vengeance and shadows. She believed he only wanted revenge. He craved revenge... or so she thought. Her own father sold her to him in a contract - her freedom for her brother's life. "Didn't you think about this prince before dying?" growled, dragging her from the edge. "If you die... then who will I marry? From whom will I take my revenge?" (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Aryaveer x Tara 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 ...... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 ,𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 But death didn't claim her. He did. Is he her saviour ? O

Parikshit Rathore is a name that has carried weight long before it has carried meaning. Descended from old royalty and insulated by power, he moves through the city and its most elite college-like consequences do not apply to him. Because they don't. He is disciplined, brilliant, feared-and unstable in ways people choose not to see. His violence is excused as temperament. His audacity is mistaken for poise. The crown he is born into protects him from scrutiny, even when blood stains its history. Nandini Kulkarni lives on the opposite end of that gravity. Raised in a conservative, upper-middle-class household, she learns early how to be contained-how to take up less space, how to excel quietly, how to turn longing into something private and survivable. How to love someone like him from a distance. She dances, she studies, she observes-moving through the same college without ever truly belonging to his world. Circumstance forces them together as student and teacher. Parikshit leaves no room for illusion, pressing her to accept his entitlement, his rudeness, and the vast, unbridgeable distance between their worlds that contradicts every fragment of the man she had imagined in her head. But when she stumbles upon a darker truth than what the heir's reputation carries on the surface, it fractures everything she believes she understands. Now, Nandini must confront what it means to worship a man who was never taught the difference between love and control.

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.