"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

A story between a spoilt but innocent beauty, the daughter of the prime minister, and a feared is her dad's little princess until she falls in love with a crowned prince, an heir to the Qatari throne, a smug and sarcastic bastard, but the most feared and important man in the world, fears no one and no one wants to get on his bad side because if you do, then you'll have to face the consequences, known as the panther prince because of his sharpness with the looks and attitude of a greek god and the generational wealth could get anyone to be on their knees for him. Still, he only wants her and what he wants, he gets, and he will do anything he can to get her, even if he has to declare war against her country. Dig in!!!!!!

Every love story has its battlefield. Mina was the clumsy intern who caught the wrath of Dr. Haider, the hospital's cold, perfectionist surgeon. He swore he'd make her regret choosing medicine-never realizing her chaos would undo him. Roheen was sweetness itself. Wajdan, the new Chief Minister, was power and fire. One look at her and he was hers. The only problem? She was a Jatoi. Their love was forbidden, destined to burn like Romeo and Juliet. And then there was Farhad, the sunshine boy, the perfect gentleman. Layhla had always been his best friend-until another girl came into his life, and she realized friendship had always been love. Three hearts. Three wars. One truth: love never plays fair.

#45 - wattpad #5 - 1990s [28/09/25] #2 - village[04/10/25] #6 - women[02/10/25] ««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ © saymey [2025] This story is an original work of fiction. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt it without my permission. Sharing by link is welcome.

❝ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐡, 𝐙𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐮𝐭. ❞ محبت میں نتیجہ یا تو زندگی یا موت ہے۔ ────౨ৎ──── A girl who never received love since childhood & is not interested in love meets a guy who gives her every reason to fall in love with him. 𓂃 𝗔𝘇𝗹𝗮𝗻 & 𝗜𝗾𝗿𝗮 𓂃 •𝐼𝓆𝓇𝒶𝓃• -Sunshine X Grumpy. -Love at first sight. -Arrange Marriage. ────౨ৎ──── A badboy whom every girl wants & dies to get a touch from him meets a girl who's pure & simple, she denies his touch so he decides to make her beg for it but ends up falling head over heels for her. 𓂃𝗔𝘆𝗮𝘇 & 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗹𓂃 •𝒜𝓂𝒶𝓏• -Bad Boy X Goodgirl. -She fell first, He fell harder. -Revenge. ────౨ৎ──── A guy who's work is his first love & he who hates loud noises & drama meets a drama queen who makes him go crazy just like her & for her. 𓂃𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗵𝘇𝗮𝗶𝗻 & 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘇𝗮𓂃 •𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒾𝓃• -Love triangle. -Office Romance. -Opposites Attracts. ────౨ৎ──── It's a rom-com multi couple story. Happy Reading!🕯 ~Kay.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

9 august 2025 :- top 1 from top 10 india 17 august 2025 :- top 2 from top 10 india 25 october:- top 3 from top 10 india 30 october :- top 6 from top 10 india ***************************************** Warning Mature story "Aap na bahut bure hai," a four-year-old girl said while pouting. "Main bura hoon? Kitni baar bola hai, hone wala pati hoon tera. Samajh nahi aata? Phir se 'bhaiya' bola na, toh maarunga," the ten-year-old boy replied. Her eyes filled with tears. "Me... ri... galt... i ha... i, ma... ne bola tha ki..." she stammered, crying. His heart clenched at the sight. "Accha, chup ho ja. Tofee khayegi?" he offered gently. She instantly smiled and nodded.