The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

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)

When the Duchess accidentally kills the fiancée of the Prince she is in love with... She must face his wrath and revenge. ••• Rudrani and Rannvijay shared an extraordinary bond since their teenage years-able to communicate telepathically without ever meeting in person. Over the years, they vowed to be together forever, promising to marry when they finally met in the physical world. Ten years later, the long-awaited moment arrives, but things take a shocking turn-Rannvijay doesn't recognize Rudrani. Instead, he has given his heart to a conwoman named Vidyarani, mistakenly believing she is the girl he has been connected to all along. Vidyarani, having deceived him, is now his fiancée. In a moment of extreme shock and heartbreak, Rudrani accidentally kills Vidyarani. Now, she must face the wrath of Rannvijay, who is no longer the kind and gentle boy she used to know, but a man transformed by betrayal and grief. What follows is a gripping tale of love, loss, and redemption as Rudrani struggles to win back the love she once shared with the man who no longer sees her as his ••• This is going to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions, very intense, tragic but with a happy ending so grab a tissue or something. If you like plain stories with NO drama, heartbreak, redemption, reconciliation, poetry and dark romance then DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. (The book is written in English and bengali lines will be translated in English)

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Throne Of Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

| 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 | ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴇᴀᴄʜ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇᴘʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. • 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • 1. ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ (Completed) 2. ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ (Completed) 3. ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ (Completed) 4. ғɪʀᴇ & ɪᴄᴇ (Ongoing) 5. ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇs 𝟸.𝟶 (Upcoming) ✿✿ #1 in desire #6 in rom-com ~•~

A promise that has been made years ago ended tying two people in a sacred knot ... Her alliance got fixed with his brother but she ended up being his wife as Destiny played its card.... He never wished to get married...while she has always dreamt of being a wife and having her own family.... Join the journey of Prithivi and Pallavi to see what chaos this sudden marriage will bring into their lives .....

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.