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)

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

Princess Nayantara of Indragarh's marriage was fixed with King Rudra Raj Singh well known for his cold nature and cruelty on battle field, But Nayantara was falling for soldier who come in her kingdom injured. She introduce herself as princess maid, Tara to him. But destiny played his game, the soldier believed to be Raj was non other than king Rudra himself. They both fall in love without knowing each other identity. This story of love, lies, duty and sacrifice. The saga of - RudraTara

⚠️ Highly mature content 𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗔 - a name people feared, a name that spelled danger. He believed himself to be made of steel. Years of traumatic past had buried his ability to feel, to love or to trust Until she walked into his empire like a sin wrapped in silk, elegance wrapped in temptation. A sight that set his cold heart ablaze with emotions he never knew existed. 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗬𝗔 𝗞𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 - a woman who believed in morals, values and sanctity of marriage. Until, he shattered her walls with his tough and dangerous charm. His obsession suffocated her, his intensity made her heart ache. Yet somehow between fear and desire, she began to fall. But what she didn't know was that same man who broke her defenses would one day become her fiercest protector. His madness scared her. His love consumed her. Can a love born from darkness ever find peace? Can she ever be able to love the man behind monster??

"I told you to make sure nothing happens to him didn't I?" he said with pure anger dripping from his tone. "i--i--I'm sorry please forgive me I didn't mean to"I stuttered lowly,praying he lets this slide. "You're sorry?,if Priyanka got there one second later do you know what would have happened to him?"he reminded me of my incompetence as a mother. "You hurt him!"he seethed "Strip!" My breath hitched,I was done for,I was careless and fire almost burned our only child,my dear veer...... I hurt our only child and now ansh will hurt me too. ************************************************ FIVE YEARS BACK Rajkumari Saloni desai,the princess of Shitanpura"a province known for their unjust behavior and prostitution"but the royal family are trying their best to put an end to the bad reputation...... saloni the young princess was invited to a feast with her father as his partner for the night....there she crossed paths with... Yuvraaj Rayansh Singh Raghuvanshi,the crown prince of Amer who just got back from the war camp in agra ...his gaze landed on saloni at the feast and he determined she'll be his come what may.

Ruhi Mehta is just a normal college girl. Books, classes, juice with her best friend Ekansh Roy, that's all she wanted. But her world shatters the day she learns the truth about her father's bosses. They are not ordinary men. They are the Rajvansh triplets, Abhi, Abhay, and Abheer. Ruthless. Rich. Feared. The kind of men people whisper about but never dare to face. Men who hate women, men who built their empire on blood and sins. When Ruhi is brought into their company one day, she thinks it will be one short visit. Instead, the triplets see her innocence... and decide they want her. Not one of them. All three. Even if it means caging her, marrying her by force, and turning her life into a storm she can't escape. Her father risks everything to save her, but once she becomes their wife, there is no way back. Life continues, but now with guards, jealous stares, dark obsession, and nights that blur the line between fear and love. The triplets control her every move, hate her closeness with her gay bestie, and burn with jealousy she doesn't understand. Slowly, between threats, punishments, twisted care, and unwanted tenderness, Ruhi begins to see the broken boys hiding behind the monsters. Boys with a past darker than hell. But can the softest heart really love three devils? Or will their bloodstained hands drag her down forever? Three devils. One captive heart. Vote. Comment. Follow. ♥️

"Children, Daddy has said that Daddy's penis was made only to suck the sperm of your vagina. Will you still distance me from yourself? I never allowed myself to dream of lying with him on the bed as his bed partner. I never harbored the desire to hover around rich men. I never wanted to sign a contract with my friend's sugar daddy. Only until my brother, who was to become the support of my mother's old age, did not become bedridden in front of her, and the mountain of becoming the sole responsibility of my family did not suddenly break upon me."

(🐯) Tae: "No matter what comes... I promise to love you as my husband." (🐰) Jk: "That promise will be your biggest mistake." . . . Kim Taehyung was always different - soft, beautiful, and impossible to ignore. Growing up, he was the center of attention wherever he went, but behind those gentle smiles lived a heart that quietly beat for only one person... his cousin, Jeon Jungkook. While Taehyung loved him from afar since childhood, Jungkook saw something else - arrogance, distance, and a presence that always overshadowed him. To Jungkook, Taehyung was everything he disliked. Years later, Taehyung returns after completing his studies, holding onto the same unspoken love... only to find his world shatter. Jungkook is in love - not with him, but with Taehyung's own sister. And their wedding is just around the corner. Living under the same roof, hiding a love he was never supposed to feel, Taehyung must watch the man he loves slip further away each day. But what happens when buried emotions begin to surface, truths come undone, and hearts start to question what they really want? Is love something we choose... or something that chooses us, even when it's forbidden?

Taehyangi, an orphan girl raised by a distant relative, was brought into the Jeon household after an arranged alliance with Jungkook, the youngest and most cold-hearted son. Though the family welcomed her with love, Jungkook never accepted her. He never forgave fate for tying him to someone he never chose. Taehyangi remained respectful, kind, and deeply loving towards everyone-especially Jungkook. But sometimes, silence breaks louder than screams, and today, his words will shatter her completely in front of the people she now calls her family.

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #61 - Wattpad [06/07/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."