Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?? ◉𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚◉ ◉𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢, 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚◉ ◉𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚◉ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆?? ⋇✿⋇✦⋇✿⋇ #2 in warriors #2 in stabbing #20 in war #1 in warriorprincess #5 in royalty #1 in royalblood

The powerful haryanvi saga of a devoted man fighting his lover's fear "Baat ko samjhiye... hum nahi ho sakte ek," she whispered against his lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. His breath trembled. "Kyun nahi ho sakte ek..."His voice cracked between anger and pleading. He brushed his lips over hers again, desperate and scared. "Aapka khandan.. mujhe kabhi apna nahi paayega," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to calm the storm rising inside him. He smiled faintly, lips still touching hers. "Unke apnane ya na apnane se kya farq padta hai, jaan" He took a deep breath, his chest pressed against hers "Humne toh apna liya hai na, aapko." Her fingers brushed his hair back. She swallowed hard. "Lekin...aapke maa-bapu aapse naraz ho jaayenge, na Pardhan ji." He closed his eyes and kissed her again, slower this time ,a silent plea for her to understand how much she meant to him "Unki narazgi seh lenge, lekin aapka chale jaana humse nahi saha jaayega," he murmured. Her breath caught. "Badnaam ho jaayenge aap...hume apna kar ke.." He cupped her face, thumb tracing the mole on her chin. "Agar badnami ke badle, aap mil rahe ho" He paused, eyes fixed on hers. "Yoh jaat sareaam badnaam hona chahvega" His Haryanvi accent rolled smoothly over his tongue She looked up. His eyes were steady not just possessive but certain, as if he had already chosen her against the world. Before she could argue, he pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Shhh..." Her heart hammered. She nodded faintly. Then his voice dropped to a vow. "Ek baat samajh lijiye, Heer..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Agar iss jaat ki koi jaatni hogi, toh woh sirf aap hongi, sirf aap," he said, his voice deepening on the last words to let her know he meant every bit of it. He looked straight into her eyes, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Samjhi... MRS. HEER ANIRUDH SANGWAN." He kissed her forehead softly before standing up. To be continued... Story by AishRomantics

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.