"You like it baby? Huh, say it, do you like my fingers pumping inside your sweet little pu$$y?" " Aaaahhhh........ Ssssssss.............. Mmmmaaaaaahhhh...... Haa...... Haa......." " What is the 'haa haa' baby, say it properly otherwise I'm going to stop, do you want me to stop? Hmm?" " Aaaaaahhhhh........ Rudraaaa........ No..... No...... Please don't stop aaaahhhhhh" " Then say it baby, tell me you like it or not, tell me, i want to hear every filthy words from your mouth in your melodious voice" Sudha bite her lip harder, she feels like she is going to explode, "aaaahh....... Ssss... I.... Love mmmmmmmhhh........ I love how your fingers ssssss..... are pumping inside my pu$$y... Aaahh..... , i love... oohh..... God....... Mmhh..... I love how my juice sssss........ are sliding down your muscular, vieny hands, i love aaahhh...." Rudra started licking her nipples with more force, pulling it with his sharp teeth twisting it in between, his voice muffled," Yes tell me baby, you love?....." Sudha is feeling so good with his hand inside her and mouth on her tits, " and mmmmmmm...... And i lo....love how you're sucking m...my tits Ssssshhhhh............." She said pushing her boobs more in to his mouth.......... ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR MATURE AUDIANCE ONLY FORBIDDEN LOVE STEPSON X STEPMOM SWEET GIRL X COLD MAN SOFT X ARROGANT HAPPY ENDING READ AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE I'M GOING TO SHIFT THIS STORY ON SCROLL STACK, ONLY SAMPLES WILL REMAIN HERE #2 in forbidden love

"𝙏𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙗𝙤𝙝𝙩 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞 𝙝𝙤, 𝙍𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩. 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙨𝙞 𝙚𝙝 𝙗𝙝𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤... 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙬𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙞 𝙯𝙞𝙙𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞, 𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿: 𝖣𝗋. 𝖱𝖾𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗅𝗅. Proud, sharp-tongued, and fiercely independent. The daughter of a highly respected, shareef medical family, she refuses to let her white coat or her dignity be turned into a feudal politician's personal trophy. ​𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝖬𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗏𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗃𝗐𝖺. An absolute power center governed by raw, primitive territoriality. He is a gabhru who ends transport strikes by breaking knees, treats the party High Command like the dust beneath his leather boots, and moves with a lethal vailpuna authority. ​It was supposed to be a simple battle of professional boundaries. Instead, it became an all-out war of pure zidd. Rehmat is determined to wash her hands of the Bajwa family siyapa and escape to a quiet, clean future across the ocean. Ranveer is ready to bring down the entire state ministry before he lets her pack a single suitcase. With his shadow surveillance team trapping her in an iron perimeter and his single touch sparking a dangerous, localized fever against her clinical logic, her structured world completely flatlines. ​In this brutal collision of raw pride, ankh, and unadulterated obsession, there is no middle path. Because when a Bajwa claims a territory, he either rules it with a heavy hand or burns the whole damn grid to ash. 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑖𝑟♡︎ Note:- It's my first time so please give it a try.

She was his home. He was her ruin. Fate never gave them a choice. In the fading light of the 1930s British Raj, with steam trains, whispered meetings, and a country on the brink of change, an Indian woman, Iravati Mittal, falls into a mad, irrevocable, insane, passionate forbidden love affair with her childhood British Friend - Adam Hughes. ......... knowing they are doomed, knowing the world will not let them stay. Beauty of Forbidden, unattainable Lovestories; They become unforgettable, immortal *_*

"Fuck, baby. You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response. "However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes become longer and harder and faster. "You feel that? My fingers deep in your pussy that's dripping for me?" He licks the side of my neck as my breaths come out in short pants. "My dick is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sore for days. And you're going to love it." ---------- Thea Brooks, an 18-year-old college student, lives her life by a schedule. She has school, homework, her job at the Coffee shop where she drinks way too much caffeine to be healthy, and the rest of the time she is watching her little sister while her mother is at work. She thinks that everything will remain the same as she starts her college classes, but that all changes when a new friend of hers introduces her to an attractive guy that she can't seem to get out of her head. Grayson Dark, a 22-year-old Alpha of his pack, has been searching for his mate since he turned 16. All hope is lost until one of his pack mates strolls into his home with the most magnificent scent- his mate's scent. After only slightly maiming his pack mate, it is revealed that his mate is close by- and human. Without understanding the supernatural world existing around her, Thea will have to learn to look past Grayson's faults- mainly his possessiveness and anger issues- while staying out of danger from unknown threats and learning her place at Grayson's side. Oh... and keeping her grades up. How hard can that be?

Vikram, the right-hand man of the village head, is the embodiment of masculinity, violence, and raw strength. His heart, however, belongs to Meera, the daughter of the village head. Meera is sweet and innocent, and though she harbors a secret love for Vikram, she is terrified of his rough demeanor and brutal ways. As their paths constantly cross, the tension between them builds, leaving Vikram fighting his obsessions and Meera struggling with her fear and desire. Can a man of such power tame his heart for the girl he loves? Or will their differences push them apart?

In this village, two lives are about to be changed forever. Anand Varma-the Sarpanch's son, feared by all, with wealth, authority, and a reputation written in blood. Lavanya-a quiet, chubby girl from a middle-class agricultural family, living a world of small joys and careful routines. They are not meant to meet. They are not meant to notice each other. And they are definitely not meant to fall in love. But when paths cross in a village where everyone watches, silence begins to speak. Who falls first? Who falls harder? And what does it cost to choose courage-or softness-when the world is always watching? When the Darkness Falls Softly is a story of fear, love, and the invisible rules that govern a village. Some loves change lives. Some loves destroy worlds.

"He rules the land with an iron fist, but she's the fire that threatens to burn his entire empire down." At twenty-seven, Jassi Dhillon is a name that commands absolute silence and fear across the region. Powerful, fiercely protective, and deeply rooted in local politics, he is the ruthless heir to a massive empire. He lives by a strict code of honor, handles his rivals without mercy, and has zero time for distractions. He is cold, untouched, and utterly unbothered-a man who has locked his emotions away behind a fortress of power. Until she walks back into his territory. Enter Mehar Sandhu. At twenty-two, she is fresh out of Delhi, dripping with unapologetic confidence, sharp wit, and high-fashion sarcasm. She is supposed to be just his best friend's little sister-completely off-limits, untouchable, and a temporary guest in his village. But Mehar isn't the quiet, clumsy kid Jassi remembers. She is a walking wildfire who refuses to bow down to his fearsome reputation. While the rest of the world steps aside when Dhillon Saab enters a room, Mehar stands her ground, challenges his authority, and pushes every single one of his boundaries. With a five-year age gap, a protective older brother in the middle, and a clever little sister playing matchmaker, the friction between them is immediate. Jassi thinks she's a reckless, loud city girl who needs to learn the rules. Mehar thinks he's a domineering, arrogant tyrant who needs to be taken down a peg. But beneath the sharp banter and bitter clashes lies a dangerous, forbidden chemistry that neither of them can control. Jassi is determined to keep his distance, but the more she rebels, the more she threatens to dismantle his carefully built discipline. He thought he was invincible. He thought he had no vulnerabilities. He was wrong. Because Mehar Sandhu is about to become Dhillon Saab's absolute weakness. [ Enemies-to-Lovers | Age Gap | Brother's Best Friend | Grumpy x Sunshine | Pure Desi Drama ]

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​