Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

HIGHLY MATURE BOOK♨(SMUT) You're perfect," he murmurs, and slams into me his hard as a rock, causing me to scream in pleasure and dig my nails into his shoulders 𝗘𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮;𝟭𝟵 The moment I saw him everything went in slow-motion; I got a huge crush on him no matter if he is 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 then me Idgf I love age gap; everything was good until I got to know he is deeply in love with my elder sister; I backed off but deep inside this lil crush on him was still there! "And here I am taking vows with him as a replacement for my sister" ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗹 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹;𝟮𝟵 Stand at the helm of Agarwal and Sons, one of the country's wealthiest and most powerful jewelry empires spread across the world. Born into privilege, surrounded by opulence-mansions, luxury cars, and everything money can buy. But wealth? That's just the surface. What drives me is more than just success or the fortune passed down from my father; it's the legacy I've built with my own hands. But behind the polished image and towering wealth, But beneath the power and riches, I'm broken soul shattered by betrayal. And Eshana-she's a part of this twisted game. I hate her. Or at least, I want to. Every glance, every moment with her, only reminds me of the pain. But she'll regret every second she's in my world because I don't lose. Ever. And I mean every word when I say I'll make her regret it. ✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ꮺ𓍼𓂅✧✧ Him: Mmm.Red, wildcat. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips? Did you stand in front of the mirror, touching yourself, imagining it was my hands? Did you moan my name, desperate, while your fingers explored places only I should?" . . Get ready for lots of heartbreak, betrayal, and of course a ton of smut! (⁠

Hello guys🤗 This is my first FF i have try to make it interesting by adding romantic, funny, childish, stupid, cute, lines and little bit suspicious. In this FF. Y/N is a Indian girl she is a CEO of her dad's company And she is arranged to marry a dangerous mafia. And no one knows that Y/N who is a smart, hardworking girl and also a mafia queen for whom everyone is searching for.....😎 "Who are you...??" "Took that off...!!!" "Otherwise you won't be alive...!!" "You Wanna kill your own wife...??" "No...!!!!" "Ahhh...!!Fu*k babygirl you are so tight..!!" "I Love You...!!!!" To know more read this FF..... And please ignore any grammatical mistakes and spelling mistake be cause as most of the FF writer's say English is not our first language...😜 I hope you enjoy my first FF... Started - 22 May (2023) Completed - 25 November (2023) Achievements~~~~🏅 🏅#2/257- Indianff 🏅#3/16.4k - stupid 🏅#2/327 - Indiangirl 🏅#3/57.8k - bangtan 🏅#2/284k - bts 🏅#2/284k - bangtansoyeondon 🏅#1/125k - Taehyung

♡︎ 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 1 ♡︎ ༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻ 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑳 !!! 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔... 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆- 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆? 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘... ________________________________ 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆... 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏... 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒉. ________________________________ ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 980 𝑨.𝑫.? ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅? ☆ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌? ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

BOOK 1 : MAFIA ROMANCE #1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ Top 8 in India (23/8/2026) #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases in initial chapters which are not translated in english*** Abhigyan Singh, a Sarpanch of the village named 'Tarapur'. The position was passed to him by his father at the age of 20, when his father was on his death bed. His mother, Surekha Pradeep Singh, is a cancer patient. And his brother, Abhisar Singh, 12 years-old, was still studying in school whereas his sister, Sunaina, was married off at the age of 21, as per his father's last wish, infront of his eyes. Such a huge responsibility at such a young age had made Abhigyan arrogant, rude, a very secretive person. When he turned 28, the only wish of his mother was to marry off his son with a straight like cow and good-looking like princess type of girl. Although, Abhigyan wasn't ready, he knew that he would destroy girl's life by marrying her, still he agreed when his mother and elder sister forced him. Let's see how his life goes like with an unknown girl.

[WARNING: This book has mature content in it, such as sexual content, violence and substance abuse. I suggest reading if you are 18 or older.] ▪•▪•▪ "You are mine, princesa," Gabriel muttered roughly into my ear, keeping my hands pinned beside my head to the wall. "On paper, you are mine. In contract, you are mine. In public, you are mine. No one else owns your body and soul like I do and they will never get the chance that I do." "I am not a trophy that you believe you have claim over because of that stupid contract, Gabriel," I snapped, my eyes trying their best not to flutter closed at the feeling of his warm breath on my neck. Gabriel smirked. "No, you're more than a trophy - you are my wife." He turned me around, picking me up so my legs would wrap around his hips. "So how about we stop fighting and you let me take you against this wall, sí?" ▪•▪•▪