"I have married you, but I'll never accept you as my wife." He glares at her for a few seconds before walking away. "Unwanted forever," she whispers, closing her eyes to let the tears fall. © All Rights Reserved

Treasure. A wife is indeed a treasure to men. And when she's the wife of 3 powerful men of Lucknow, she must be a treasure. Dive in into the smutty story to know more--

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

Desi smut set up in village🔥🍑... This story has early 90's backdrop

It's a 90s story..... • Lata sharma a innocent little girl ,was not know to the worldly affairs ,was taught to learn household works from childhood .she was afraid of anger and being little emotional would cry on small things, wanted to become a loving wife... • Aditya Thakur was the sarpanch of the village, he worked and helped people,he I'd a respected man. Respected woman's alot. Cold from inside but soft hearted. Owner of a rice mill. He had no expectation of love or have never fallen in love. Loved his mother and sister a lot . let's see how Lata mends the heart of her cold husband. will she suffer by loving her husband or would be returned by lots of love ??

Goutham was an extremely introvert and calm young man. He was very humble, respected everyone and treat everyone with love and care. But that was until she came into his life. His Mithra.... Mithra was everything he wanted.. To him she was the most beautiful girl, very loving and caring but she older than him. It was love at first sight for him when he saw her for the first time in his college and without delay wanted to propose her the very next day but stopped himself when he knew she was his senior in college but that not stopped him his love for her instead he waited to make her his forever and made every move in his life to get her in his life. Fiver years.... he made his perfect plan to make his entry in her life. Its going to be a hard time for Mithra to resist him. Raised from an Orthodox family will Mithra fall for a man who is younger to her. A journey of an unresistable chemistry ....unstoppable desire.....longlasting dreams......uncontrollable sparks....unconditional love....ridiculous betrayals.....bloody revenges......A fight for love and togetherness...

"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily." He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes. "A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first." She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes. "You planned this." He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends." She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle. "Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you." Her eyes snapped open. "I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan." Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin. "You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face." Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself. But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her? Will she be frightened? Will she run? Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?

Story set in 1930s He is looking at me like I am his meal . I don't know what to do so I just stand still. "Come here sugandha "he said in a low yet dangerous voice.Its been years I last hear his words.I slowly went towards him and stand beside him. He pulled me and made me sit in his lap.He slowly lift my head and trace his finger on my forehead while traveling it through my eyes,nose and lips. He insert his middle finger in my mouth and command me to lick.I don't know what it is and how to lick it. He chocked on my neck enough to pass oxygen. "I don't like to repeat my self sugandha, lick it like a good girl." he said to me in a dangerous voice. I obeyed him and lick his finger. He removed his finger with a pop sound and trace his finger through my neck ,breasts and navel. I don't know what this feeling is but something weird is happening in my stomach which I can't control. He suddenly cup his hand on my pussy through my saree and press it. I instantly adopted these weird feeling and an unknown sound escape through my mouth. "Who these pussy belongs to sugandha" he asked while gazing into my eyes .I don't know what to say,I feel very shy under his gaze.I close my eyes in a trance. "Don't I said to not repeat my self" he said in a dangerous voice . With out any warning he put his hand under my skirt and trace his finger on my clit in a rhythmic pace . "All wet for me my little slut Now tell me who these pussy belongs to ",he asked again. I don't know why it feel little weird in. good way when he calls me slut and his fingers did wonder and an unknown feeling raised in my stomach. "Ah, um,ahhh, it belongs to yours ji".I said with out controlling my body and mouth. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ HIGHLY MATURED, VIOLENCE,SMUT, RAPE SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ONLY FOR 18+ READERS. RANKINGS #1 in anger_04/06/2024 #1 in 1930s _ 23/06/2024 #1 in wattpad India_ 01/09/2024

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.