1900s, North India. The grandeur of a zamindar's haveli hides passions too dark for society to accept. Raghuveer Singh, the forty-year-old zamindar, commands fear and respect. A man of discipline and restraint to the world-yet behind closed doors, he visits courtesans to silence the hunger his body cannot tame. It was he who once refused to marry the young village girl, suggesting she wed his reckless brother instead. But fate is cruel. When tragedy strikes, Gauri enters his household-barely eighteen, newly blossomed, her body carrying the glow of youth, her beauty ripening into womanhood. He tries to look away, but every curve, every shy glance, every innocent touch ignites an ache he cannot control. And she, despite the chain of marriage, desires the very man who denied her once-the man twice her age, the master of the haveli. Now, within walls where scandal can destroy generations, they are drawn together by need, by sin, by hunger. But can a forbidden fire survive in a world ruled by tradition? Can she embrace the man she should never crave? And can he resist the temptation that threatens to consume them both?

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

He had come here for a settlement. A meeting that should have been about land, power, and old clan rivalry. A meeting with the man who had once slaughtered members of his family. But nothing about this day would go the way he expected. The mansion of Bhimapur's rival clan looked grand from outside-but the moment he crossed the threshold, Vijayendra felt something rotten in the air. A smell of cruelty. A weight of fear. The rival-Mahadev Dandekar-greeted him with a mocking smile. A killer. A tyrant. A man whose name villagers only whispered. Yet even this monster had secrets he didn't want seen. And Vijayendra saw it. "So, Nimbalkar... shall we talk settlement?" Vijayendra's voice was calm-far too calm for a warrior like him. "I want something in return." Mahadev laughed. "Land? Money? Weapons?" Vijayendra leaned forward. His eyes were ice. "I want the girl." A long, stunned silence. Mahadev blinked, unsure if he misheard. "You mean... Neelambari?" He nodded once. Mahadev scoffed. "She's useless. Weak. A burden. You want her?" "I do." A scared sixteen-year-old girl in a simple saree. Neelambari stood before him, nervous, bruised, terrified. She didn't know him. Didn't trust him. Didn't understand him. The making of Neelambari Nimbalkar. The rise of Vijayendra Sarkar. The origin of the dynasty Tara would one day belong to.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

"She was his wife in name only. Now, she wants out-but he refuses to let her go. When love and revenge collide, will she finally escape, or will she become what she swore she'd never be-his wife, for real?"

What will happen when one day Ishita will travel to the 16th century by mistake. How will she be able to survive there when she becomes someone's obsession?? Amritveer Singh Chauhan Prince of Maharashtra.He is 32 years old.intelligent and very sharp minded.People love and respect him alot.He is cold hearted and cruel (for his enemies) because of his past but has a soft corner for his brother Rudra. He has been betrayed many time that why he never believe anyone expect Rudra.What will happen will he will fell in love with a girl? Ishita Mishra A college student in 3 year of btech computer science.She is 20 year old. She is very intelligent and beautiful basically beauty with brain but really clumy.She wants to know very thing in this world(very curious cutie). She is soft hearted and loves her family alot.She is a little overweight which sometime makes insecure. Tropes grumpy ×sunshine dark romance Age gap Healer of each other Slow burn He fell first and harder Love at first sight

Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

#1 book of Obsession series (complete) Maya X Rudra (Professor X Student) → MAYA RAICHAND, a 21-year-old college student, is the cherished youngest daughter of her family. Loved and spoiled by everyone, she carries an infectious smile that can brighten even the darkest days. But beneath her cheerful exterior lies a lingering fear-fear of HIM. → RUDRA SINGHANIA, the 29-year-old mathematics professor, is as feared as he is respected. With a stern demeanor, a short temper, and an unyielding sense of discipline, he keeps everyone at a distance. But there is one exception-HER. She is his only weakness, the only thing he would break his own rules for... the only thing he would kill for.

'They say Marriages are made in heaven. I think God forget to fix my match. Because still am unmarried.' - Always a Rejected Bride. 'Marriages are bullshit. Women are cunning, thinking about themselves only. I hate them. I hope, that I won't get married in this birth' - Uninterested Groom. 🌺🌺An plussize story. Please give a chance, I hope I will entertain you. Just your valuable comments is all I need. Enormous mistakes will be there. 🌺🌺