❥𝑵𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃 𝒕𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝑲𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒖 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂• His grip on my shoulders tightened as he said, "Don't do this. You're destroying yourself, Bondita." I smiled at his words and replied, "I'll... I'll destroy myself for you!" "So basically, I am starting it when Bondita was receiving punishment in Tulsipur, as they believed she came to spy on them as an enemy. She was undergoing the punishment of becoming a sanyasini, being sent to Kashi. However, there is a small change in the punishment. Will Anirudh be able to discover Bondita's love for him? Can he save her from the punishment? Will he accept her love? Many questions lie ahead, and to find out, you should read this FanFiction! ~THANK YOU Your Badmash writer🤪💗 ~Nayana>

🔞🔞F*ck Stories 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦 that will make you wet💦💦 🔞🔞Explicit warning!! (Mature audiences only)🔞🔞 Suggestions are always welcome! This is a collection of short, mature stories exploring passion, secrets, and forbidden desires. Don't relate anything with Real world, I write and let you enjoy my every fucking fantasy. Read only if you're comfortable. . . Visit my Scrollstack account - Sexy-Whisperer for my stories .

Slowburn College lovestory Neighbour's love Rich x Commoner Royal x Commoner Grumpy X Sunshine Senior x Junior Brother's bestfriend x Bestfriend's sister She is just a normal middle class girl trying to survive her first year of college while he is royal hidden in commonsight whose only mistake is that he fell in love deeply and madly . This story contains mature themes. Read at your own risk.

Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

This book is completed. I'm editing it. That's why I've unpublished the chapters. They'll be available ASAP after I edit them. ​How do you protect the woman you were hired to kill? ​She thinks I'm just her cold professor and her arranged husband. She has no idea I'm an assassin, or that my ex-girlfriend is the one who wants her dead. ​I was supposed to pull the trigger. Instead, I'm pulling her into the shadows to keep her safe. They hired the best killer in the business to take her out, but they accidentally gave her the ultimate bodyguard. I was paid to kill her, but I'll die to keep her.

"All the dreams I've envisioned for us will come true; the only difference is that I won't be in any of them." Amara had faced unimaginable loss, scarred by witnessing her parents perish in flames at just three years old. Her world was shattered in a single night, leaving her alone in a cruel reality. However, fate had not entirely abandoned her. The Rajvansh family, led by her father's best friend, took her in and raised her as one of their own, providing her with a loving home despite the pain that lingered in her heart. Years passed, and Amara found solace within the Rajvansh household, though the memories of her tragic past never fully faded. As she reached adulthood, life forced her into a pivotal decision-marriage. Ayaan Rajvansh, her childhood confidant and boyfriend, seemed the perfect choice, and the Rajvansh family celebrated the impending union. Yet, not everyone shared in the joy. Amara's decision crushed Abhimaan Rajvansh, the elder son of the family. Despite his immense power, wealth, and control over the AA Group of Industries, he was helpless in the face of his own heartache. For eighteen years, Amara had unknowingly held sway over every aspect of his being. She was his world, his obsession, his torment. The question now loomed: was this truly the end of Abhimaan's unrequited love? Would he stand aside as Amara became another man's wife, or would the darkness within him take over, driving him to claim her, no matter the cost? Abhimaan: "I am terrified that I might destroy you..." Amara: "Then destroy me, please..."