𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 Mature and explicit scenes are there. Read at your own risk. It's sequel story of Gauri~ Humari Dharam Patni. Rekha and Shivam's story. At 24, Rekha had built a successful life for herself as a nurse in the city. Yet despite the years that had passed, one thing had never changed- Her love for Madhav. They had grown up together in the same village, studying in the same school and spending most of their childhood side by side. Somewhere between those innocent days, Rekha had unknowingly fallen in love with her best friend. For years, she kept writing letters to him, hoping for a reply that never came. There was no letter from Madhav, no message, and no contact. Still, her feelings remained as pure and fresh as they had been on the day she first fell in love. Now, after all these years, Rekha has finally decided to return to her village and tell Madhav everything her heart has been carrying for years. But what will happen when she discovers that while she spent years holding onto his memories, Madhav had already moved on with his life? What will happen when she learns that Madhav is married now... and happily living with his wife? Will Rekha be able to let go of a love she carried for half her life? Shivam, a 24 year old innocent village boy, is the kind of person whose heart shines brighter than anything else. A true gentleman with a golden heart, works in a small company and leads a simple life, never chasing wealth or status. But everything changes the day he meets Rekha. For him, it is love at first sight. The more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. Her kindness, her strength, and the quiet sadness hidden behind her eyes slowly make a place in his heart. But how can he hope for her love when her heart already belongs to someone else? Will Shivam be able to heal a heart that has spent years loving the wrong person?

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india 17 feb 2026:- top 2 from top 10 India ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.

STARTED: 01-12-2025 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 #𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐗 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡 They weren't strangers. But they weren't exactly friends either. Living under the same roof was never part of a love story-until life decided to rewrite the rules. Anvitha is all sharp edges and stubborn fire-a junior doctor with a no-nonsense attitude, a tongue quick with comebacks, and a heart she guards like a fortress. Rohith is her opposite in every way-composed, thoughtful, and maddeningly calm even when she's trying to start World War III at the breakfast table. They've lived together since their siblings got married-sharing a house, a kitchen, and endless arguments. She knew he was a doctor at her hospital. What she didn't know? He was going to be her new team head. Now, what was once playful bickering turns into workplace tension-with a twist of chemistry neither of them is ready to admit. She tests him. He lets her. She fights. He listens. She drives him crazy. He grounds her chaos. They clash, they collide, they coexist. But beneath the surface, something's shifting. Something deeper. Something real. What happens when familiarity becomes the slowest kind of love story? When shared walls hear the confessions hearts won't say out loud? In a home built by family, can two people find something of their own? "𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆... 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕."

That day she left me with the world we created out of our love.... Our child. I stopped believing in love. I had already lived my love story but responsibilities don't wait. I remarried. Not for myself or for love but for my child. Marrying someone else felt like a betrayal even though that's what my first love wished for on the death bed. Then she entered my life. I was never going to love her. Because how can I love again when my heart still belonged to someone who was now no more in this world? She didn't replaced my first love. She slowly created a place in my heart and unknowingly I was healing. But loving her would mean my first love was less but then time made me realised that love doesn't replace, it expands. This means my heart even after breaking, knows how to beat 💓 Sometimes love doesn't come again to earse the old story but to remind you that your heart still have the capability to feel ❤️ I didn't leave my first love behind... I just made room in my heart to love again 🤍

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

This is a short village story from 1980's era.. Completed ✔️ # Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

Dakshita Verma only came to the wedding to help out-a simple girl, a schoolteacher at an orphanage, content with her quiet life. But fate had a different plan. On the day of the wedding, the bride runs away. Chaos erupts. Honor is at stake. Reputations on the line. And standing quietly in a corner is Akshit Sinha-a reserved, autistic groom who had agreed to this arranged marriage after much persuasion. But now, he stands alone at the mandap, eyes blank but heart silently shattered. To save both families from disgrace, a shocking decision is made-Dakshita is asked to take the runaway bride's place. Married within minutes to a man she's never met... To a soul misunderstood by many... Dakshita enters Akshit's silent world with nothing but faith. But as days unfold, she finds herself drawn to his quiet strength, his subtle gestures, his wounded yet loyal heart. What begins as an accident of fate becomes a slow, emotional journey of love, trust, and healing. Will this accidental marriage bloom into something real? Or will their hearts stay strangers forever?

" Why are you kissing me? Go and look for your ex-girlfriend." She said while looking away but not getting away from me. I leaned closer and kissed her cheeks. " You are my wife, darling. Why would I look for someone else?" " You invited your girlfriend here. " " No , I didn't. Sharad did." I answered and she was still looking away. " I know that. She told me." " You met her and also talked to her? " " Yes. She came looking for me earlier. She said a lot of things about you." She said while looking at me this time and I waited for her to continue. " Yes. So far it is. Then?" " She told me that you seemed to have changed. You were not like this when you were dating her. You never picked her up from college or the workplace, you never lowered down to the level of her eyes to talk to her as you do to me and she saw it at the airport. You were never possessive of her the way you are with me as you hold my wrist and drag me away from the negativity as you did at the airport. She told me so many things. She said that she realized it now that you have finally....." She stopped and looked me in the eyes. " Finally... I have fallen for someone so deeply and finally I understand the meaning of love and the necessity of it." I completed it and she didn't say anything, just looked at me searching for sincerity in my eyes while my heart was dancing inside my rib cage. " You were never in love, Rudra." She whispered while touching my cheeks and I inhaled a breath, " You had infatuation or maybe you were afraid to break your friend's heart. You never made her feel special." She said softly and I kissed her palm. Instagram: @__aehrsy__