She was a village girl with bruises on her skin and faith in her heart. He was the feared Sarpanch of Devgarh-powerful, controlled, and unforgiving. When Aaradhya is caught in a trafficking ring run by one of the most influential men in the region, Raajvardhan Rathore steps in-not as a savior, but as the law. What begins as a rescue turns into a battle against corruption, buried secrets, and a murder that was disguised as an accident. Set in rural India in the 1980s, this story explores power, trauma, devotion, and a dangerous attraction that grows only when choice replaces fear. This is not a soft love story. It is intense, raw, and unapologetically adult. Read at your own risk. ~~~ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟐𝟓) A gentle, bruised soul with a lotus-heart-raised in fear, sold by her own father, and unknowingly destined to be the fire that melts a king. 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝟑𝟎) The ruthless Sarpanch of Devgarh-dominant, feared, and dangerously possessive. A man carved from silence, devotion, and buried grief. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

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.

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

"Meera"- A decent girl, in final year of her graduation is trying hard to cope up with her insecurities, studies and orthodox family. Though like her plunging waist line everything in her life seemed adamant to get complicated more than she could ask for. Amidst all this chaos, her innocent heart flutters for someone who is completely off limits, literally out of reach. "Arjun" What could be the possibility for a prodigy, brooding 6'1 senior law student to be interested in a typical nerd, plump, 5'2 science student? She has deep, secret crush on him. He can't even tolerate her. So the obvious possibility of anything at all between them is- absolutely nothing. Or at least she likes to believe it to be the truth. Sometimes, there is more meaning behind said words, more meaning behind heart thumping intense gazes. She is yet to find it. He is determined to prove it.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.