Hritvika Rathore. Heiress to one of India's wealthiest families.Born into every privilege money could buy, yet deprived of the one thing she longed for most, love. After spending half her life being treated like a burden, she dared to believe marriage would finally give her a home. A man who would choose her out of love, not obligation. She never knew.... The man she was destined to marry had chosen her years ago. Not to love. But to break. Rudraveer Shekhawat. CEO of one of India's most powerful business empires. Mafia heir. A man raised on carefully crafted lies, taught that the Rathores were responsible for his mother's death, even before he was old enough to question, and convinced that revenge was the only justice left. He spent years waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect revenge. The perfect pawn. He never realised that the woman he had chosen to destroy had spent her entire life wishing someone would finally choose her. Yet the war that wrote her fate had began before she was born.

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐗 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚 "Lie down on your fours," he commanded, his voice rough and sharp sliced through the thick air as his dark gaze was locked on me. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard as my throat bobbed and a shaky breath escaped my parted lips. His silence pricked deeper than any loud, any needle or any warning as it was a promise soaked into the darkness his presence held - the kind that said, disobedience would have consequences. With a slow, agonising breath, hence, I obeyed and lied down on my fours on the bonnet of the car. The cold metal pressed against the delicate skin of my chest, my breasts squeezed hard between my body weight and the surface as my short body-cotton dress clung to my skin, riding up dangerously high and exposing my porcelain skin. I was sure my red thongs were visible under the moonlight cutting through the leaves, falling on us and making us glitter like stars in the dark night. I could feel his piercing gaze on the wetness between my thighs, a shiver ran through me as he approached slowly, his steps syncing with my heartbeat. He leaned down near my ear, his hot breath brushed against my skin as he murmured, "keep your pretty ass high in the air," he ordered, filthy and raw. I obeyed wordlessly. Then. A spank. His calloused palm landed on my bare ass - merciless, relentless and sharp. A gasp slipped free from my throat.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

"She was never meant to be his bride... yet fate had other plans. Kriti had learned to survive in silence-living in a house where love never existed. Broken but still kind, she never expected life to change. Reyansh Oberoi-cold, arrogant, and dangerously powerful. A man who never believed in love and never planned to marry. But when the bride runs away on the wedding day... he is forced to marry the one girl he never even looked at. A marriage built on anger. A relationship filled with hate. And a truth that could destroy everything... Because some love stories are not meant to happen- yet they happen anyway.

Taran Saxena 26 Working in A Bank, from a Village, gets arranged marriage to Pallavi who is 20 years old ! (1990s time period). Taran Fights with the Patriarchy system when he witnesses his Wife suffering from it, He fights with his Family for her, He Gets Cursed for her, He Curse people For her ! He Makes her Strong, They grow Together in their marriage, They Learn, They Respect each other and the Old 90s Romance is what you will enjoy the most ❤️ You will Not only fall for Pallavi's Piya, but also for Pallavi too, as she might be a Relatable character to many. I promise it will be worth it to read the book ❤️ (Book started in 13 May 2025, completed on around august - sept 2025) Copyright :- this is my original work and this Shouldn't be Copied by anyone not a Bit of it, or else I can take actions against the one who will do it. #rank 2 Arrange marriage #rank 4 Indian #Rank 80 Romance #rank 6 Village #rank 10 1990s #rank 18 India #rank 20 Indian #rank 30 India #rank 18. indian #20 Rank India #4 Rank Arrange marriage #10 rank Romance #romance rank 18 #indian #india #desi #1 Rank India #3 Rank Indian #15 Rank Romance #2 Rank India #Indian 4 #3 Romance #4 India #10 Romance #4 ArrangeMarriage #2 Husbandandwife #3 Romance #2 Indian #1 India #2 India #3 Indian #4 Romance #2 Romance #Indian 1 #2 India #3 indian #4 Romance #7 Village #3 romcom #2 In India #10 Romance #3 Romance #4 Arrangedmarriage

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)