Book 1- VV Royals Series (Can be read as standalone) Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

"Remove your blouse," he commanded. "B-but I wore n-nothing inside," she stammered. "Good, now remove!" he said flatly. She slowly began to undo her strap. He smirked and teased, "Bad girl, not even wearing a bra." "I-it's nothing like that, it's just my blouse is padded," she defended herself but was completely losing composure before his hunting eyes. He slowly reached forward, grabbed her blouse, and in one motion pulled it off her body and threw it somewhere in the room. She was sitting half naked in front of him, and he was running his eyes all over her body. "Do you squeeze your boobs?" He asked confusion and hunger flickered in his eyes. "W-what do you mean?" She asked confused to his sudden question. "Are they naturally this full?" He asked again shamelessly. "You are making me feel insecure." She almost whispered looking down at her lap. He stared at her, his eyes softer a while ,slowly locking eyes with her. "I don't intend that, but no worries, now the way I'll ruin you and worship you at the same time, except me,nothing else will ever exist in your dictionary." He pulled her towards him by the waist, causing her breasts to jiggle, which did not escape his eyes. His gaze darkened in a way she can never explain. He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it firmly. "Ahhhh," she moaned in pain. Then with his other hand, he rubbed his thumb on the nipple of her other breast. Instinctively, she closed her eyes between pain and pleasure. Then he slowly took one nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, she cried out... yet, she didn't stop him. ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Vikram Singh Chauhan ,34 years old unmarried ,ruthless man. The sarpanch of the village. Who never begs. Who never bows. But what happens when the same man bows for his brother's wife. The same man gets dangerously obsessed to the woman he shouldn't. Not accepted by the society but already wrote by the fate. Will there be any mercy for heart?