𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

What if someone else's actions are ultimately punished, and that too in the form of a horrific punishment? This is exactly what happened to innocent Inayat, when an accident ruined her entire life and left her guilty in the eyes of her own family. Meanwhile, Ansh Malhotra, who supposedly healed people's hearts and gave them new hope, caused a lifelong pain to an innocent child because of one mistake. What exactly happened that made Inayat a criminal in the eyes of her own family, and what was the secret behind Ansh's hatred? ***** Then Ansh pushed her backwards, due to which Inayat lost her balance and fell straight on the ground. Ansh looked at Inayat and said, "Go now and do your work, otherwise I have my belt." As soon as she heard Ansh say this, her heart sank and in a very frightened voice she said to Ansh, "No, Inu is leaving." Inayat got up and went inside. Seeing her go, Ansh said to himself, "You have made a big mistake and you will be punished for it. I will make you suffer every moment, Inayat. I will break you so much that you will never be able to join yourself again."

Zaya Khurana had learned to be content-or at least to pretend. She was the wife of a millionaire, the mother of three, and the quiet shadow that held their world together. Somewhere between school runs, business dinners, and keeping a home that never seemed to rest, she had stopped noticing herself. There was no joy anymore. No hope. Not even the echo of the marriage she once believed in. Aadhrit Dev Khurana, her husband, no longer looked at her the way he used to-no hunger, no warmth, not even the cold intensity he once wielded so fiercely. He loved control, loved their children, loved his empire... but her? She wasn't sure anymore. He was always busy, always somewhere else. Office. Meetings. The children. Everyone got pieces of him except her. Years of distance had turned their marriage into a silent battlefield-no fights, no words, just a slow, suffocating erosion. He had once been obsessed with her; now he barely noticed she was drowning. And maybe she was no longer the woman he had chosen... but perhaps the cruel truth was that he was no longer the man she had loved.

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

Story of four friends who became each other's family.

Naira is a female lead a technical freak who acts like a rude person but has a very naive heart while the male lead siddhant is a doctor who is very kind hearted who saves people but is broken inside due to his difficult childhood so what should be its name which should align with the previous one. Keep reading and loving💕

★Blushing Stars★ Chhavi Mishra, nineteen, was soft-spoken, gentle, and raised far away from the glittering world of the royals. All she carried was innocence and a heart that dreamed quietly. Yuvaan Singhania, twenty-seven, was the heir to one of the most powerful families-proud, distant, and born to command. His silence was sharp, his presence intimidating, and his life had no room for love. When destiny tied them in an arranged marriage, it wasn't love at first sight, but a clash of worlds-her warmth against his coldness, her blush against his storms. But sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places... under the weight of family legacies and the glow of blushing stars. 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀🌷 ⋆ ★ 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 × 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 ★ 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲 ＆ 𝗦𝗵𝘆 𝗙𝗟 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗟 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵 01 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 ★ 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗿 ★ 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 By: Chocowrts

Adika ki Kahani: Ek Pyaar ki Dastaan" 📢 This story is NOT for everyone. If you're looking for a soft, sweet, vanilla love story, this is NOT it. This story delves into dark romance-obsession, power struggles, psychological turmoil, and a dangerously possessive hero. 🔥 Vanraj Thakur is not your typical romantic hero. He is intense, dominating, and you may even find him problematic. His love is ruthless, consuming, and inescapable. ❌ If you cannot handle themes of forced proximity, Stockholm Syndrome, or morally grey characters-this story is not for you. ❌ If you are here to judge without understanding the genre-do not read even a single letter. ✔ But if you love dark, intense, obsessive romance with raw emotions and high stakes-welcome to the journey. This story is still unfolding, and everything is not as it seems. 📖 Read at your own risk. "Ahhhhhhhhh... Vaaann...raajjjjj... ahhhhh..." Adika cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Haan, mera naam lo, Adika..." Vanraj growled, his lips latching onto her softness, claiming her with unrelenting passion. "Dheere... ahhh... dard ho raha hai... ruk jaiye... ahhh... maa..." Their story is an intoxicating mix of passion, pain, and possession. Vanraj doesn't ask for love-he demands it. He doesn't seek permission-he takes what's his. And Adika, caught in his storm, finds herself drowning in the intensity of his obsession. 🔥 MATURE CONTENT WARNING! 🔥 This story contains explicit smut, dark romance, physical & emotional abuse, betrayal, and intense passion. Strictly 18+ only! 💔 Tropes You'll Love: 📍 1980s rural India setting 📍 Grumpy × Fragile girl 📍 Slow burn, possessive romance 📍 Love at first sight 💕 📍 Dark, twisted, and dangerously addictive 📍 Secrets that could shatter everything 📍 A happy ending, but at what cost? 🚫 DO NOT COPY OR IMITATE MY WORK. VANRAJ × ADIKA I HAVE MENTIONED IN THE CHAPTER ABOUT THE IMAGES THAT CREATES BY ME . REST IS FROM PINTEREST.

"You're Soaking Wet, Are you sure you don't want me?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge "N-no," she stuttered, her voice trembling as his hand slowly moved up her inner thighs, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "But your body is telling me something different," he replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand was under her pants and continued to gently caress her inner thigh "I-I don't..." she stuttered again, unable to finish her sentence "I've seen your search history. Why didn't you tell me you wanted to try those things?" Meghna's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across her face. She had never wanted to admit just how attractive she found him-the way his body enticed her, how every inch of him drew her in. She couldn't help but think about his long, thick fingers, the very ones she secretly craved to feel inside her. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ The story revolves around two souls who are bound together by an engagement, The young girl feels nothing for the man who is her fiancé. Adding complexity to their relationship, he is not just any man but her brother's best friend. Unlike her, his emotions run deep;he is deeply in love with her and has been obsessed with her for years. His passion is intense and unwavering; he would sacrifice his life or kill anyone for her, even something extreme, to make sure she remains his. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ • The male lead in this story is intensely possessive, obsessive and manipulative so proceed with caution if those themes make you uncomfortable but I can assure you that he is not a cheater • This book has a subtle connection to my second novel, "Venomous Love." While it stands on its own, it shares certain themes and characters that will be familiar to readers