1950s India. A forbidden book. A forced marriage. She was meant to serve him - not teach him what sin really feels like. 🔥 Naina never meant to be anyone's bride. But when her sister fled from the altar, she was forced to marry Vikram Singh - the feared master of the haveli. Cold, dominant, and untouchable, Vikram lived alone behind stone walls and darker rumours. Until he discovered Naina's secret - the forbidden book she read by candlelight. What began as punishment turned into passion. What began as control became surrender. Between incense smoke and whispered prayers, they found a love the world would never accept - sinful, sacred, and entirely theirs. ⚜️ Desi Shades Book 1 - A bold historical romance inspired by 1950s India. ⚜️

He tore open her blouse, his voice a dark, possessive growl. "Ab tu meri hui..." ["Now you are mine..."], "...teri har saas..." ["...your every breath..."], "...teri har dadkan..." ["...your every heartbeat..."], "...tera yeh jism..." ["...this body of yours..."], "...in sab mein bus mera haq hain." ["...in all of this, only I have the right."] Vamika stood paralyzed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. Every shred of resistance had been stripped away, leaving only the hollow shell of surrender. She was his to claim, his to break. And as his shadow fell over her, he did. Now he owned her. Completely. Can an arrogant village headman ever truly fall for the daughter of his lender-the woman he married by force? Or will his "love" remain nothing more than a dark, consuming obsession? Will Vamika remain just a pawn in his game, a collateral for debts and power... or can she become something more, something real to him? Can their marriage ever transform from a cold, calculated deal into a true union of hearts... or is it doomed to remain a cage of control and desire?

The Sarpanch, Agastya Chandravanshi brutally ends a feud by killing the leader of the rival family. As reparation, he's forced to marry the rival's youngest daughter - a timid 19-year-old girl, Aadhya Sharma who trembles every time he enters the room. He sees her as a trophy of his power, but her fearful eyes start to haunt him. He's kind to his family but cold, commanding, and unpredictable with her. She flinches at his touch even when he means no harm.

♡♡♡ ........ In a dense forest , a girl was hiding behind a tree, panting heavily and as she heard those footsteps she muffled her mouth to not let him hear her voice , while her tears were threatening to flow. Suddenly the noise of those footsteps faded and as she peaked a little and found nothing . She stood up and was about to run until she heard a whisper in her ear, " Caught you, Sweetheart". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aryan Singh Rajput ~ A 31 years old ruthless mafia Leader and CEO of Rajput Enterprises. A sweet person only for his family and nightmare for the ones who hurt them . For him love, marriage all these things are just nothing but a source of pain for a person. With a 6'1 height, light brown complexion, amber orbs and a muscular body which makes him appear like a Greek God . Misti Verma ~ A 26 years old professor in IIT Bombay. She is a sweet, caring , kind yet bold girl. She always considers herself unlucky when it comes to love because of her past. She only loves her elder brother and her bestfriends. With a brown complexion, 5'1 height, beautiful black orbs and a perfect figure makes her look like an angel. ----------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen when destiny ties them in the Holy bond of marriage? What will happen when an angel finds the Devil? Will he be her healer? Will she get the love she is yearning for? .................................................................... ♡Tropes ♡ ~Forced marriage ~ CEO X Professor ~ He fell first and harder ~ Traumatic past ~ obsessed MML ~slow burn ~ Mafia romance Let's be the audience of this game made by Destiny. Atleast read few chapters and then come to conclusions guys and then it's up to you that you wanna read this or not. ♡♡♡♡ Happy reading ♡♡♡♡

" Jaan ho tum meri,sirf aur sirf Meri ." So let's see how they comes in each other's life and filled them with love . So please love and support my story. #agegap # sunshine #lonely man #Mafia #family #possesive #obssesd #hindi #friendship

💔 "I married him to save a child... but I was already in love with his brother." A forbidden love. A forced marriage. A heartbreak she never asked for. In 1950s India, Meenal Sharma's world shatters when her beloved sister dies in childbirth, leaving behind a newborn and a grieving husband. To protect the child's future, Meenal is forced into an unwanted marriage-with her own brother-in-law, the cold and emotionally distant Rajveer Singh. But no one knows her truth. Meenal was never meant to marry Rajveer. Her heart belonged to someone else-Aditya, Rajveer's estranged stepbrother. Their love was secret, stolen in glances and whispered letters. Their future was being planned-until fate tore it apart. Now trapped in a loveless marriage and bound by duty, Meenal must silence her heart and raise a child that is not her own. But as old feelings resurface and buried truths unravel, love finds its way into the most unexpected corners-even between those who were never meant to fall. When betrayal, tragedy, and an impossible pregnancy twist their fates once more, Meenal must make a choice: ✨ Follow the man she once loved... ✨ Or fight for the husband who was never supposed to love her back. A slow-burn, emotional rollercoaster about duty, forbidden love, and the courage it takes to choose your own ending.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.