𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

What happens when a girl set to marry an old man, but then story takes an unexpected turn! •Village Love Story •Age Gap •Possessive ML × Cute FL •Smut •Hot Steamy Romance •Forced Marriage •He fell first but she fell harder

"Where Love Settled In" He didn't choose her name in dreams, nor did she find his face in poems. Their story began not with promises- but with parents, rituals, and folded hands... He married her out of farz, she served him out of maryada. Two strangers beneath one roof, learning the language of silence.... They never said "I love you." They didn't need to. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive- it settles in, like the scent of ghee on cotton, soft, enduring, forever woven into the air of a home....

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Swara Roy, a vibrant, carefree girl, never imagined her life would intertwine with her crush Aarav Malhotra, the cold and distant CEO of one of the biggest corporations in the country. When their families arrange marriage between them, it's not just a clash of personalities but a clash of worlds. Aarav's icy exterior though being a gentleman hides a darkness, a past betrayal that makes him hesitant to let anyone into his heart. But Swara, with her warmth and innocence, starts melting the walls he built around himself. Both are forced to confront their fears, desires, and the secrets that bind them. But in a world where business deals are cold and calculated, can love survive? "Do you believe in fate?" he asks. "Not really." She asks taken aback by his question, "Me neither, but now I'm starting to." Her pulse quickens at the irresistible drop in his tone. "Why is that?" He grabs her waist, pulling her towards him as her breath hitched by the proximity and whispers. "I would've found you no matter what, butterfly. It was just a matter of time." @ravvinouzo No translations are allowed.

Shaurvik Sen ruined Dhrishka's life with a lie-promising marriage only to reveal it was all revenge for sins she never committed. Now she lives in his mansion, hidden and punished for a crime she never committed. He seeks vengeance. She seeks love. But the real question haunts them both: Can he ever forgive her for the betrayal she never did? And can she ever forgive him for the cruelty he chose?

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

He is a mentally unstable person, She is the bravest girl in the village, carefree. His life is full of darkness, conspiracy and cruelty She is like a flower, pure and beautiful. And................they get married. How will they stay together and become the strength of each other. Read to find out.

In the summer of 1978, the quiet village of Rajgarh whispered a story no one dared to speak aloud- the forbidden chemistry between **Devraj Singh**, the young sarpanch whose word carried weight, and **Chaandni**, the soft-spoken girl from a family that owned little more than hope. Their worlds were never meant to touch. But one stolen moment at the village well changes everything- a brush of fingers, a glance that lingers too long, and a truth both dangerous and undeniable. As gossip rises like dust in the wind and tradition tightens its grip, Devraj must choose between power and love... and Chaandni must decide whether her heart is worth the storm that will follow. A slow-burn rural romance set in the late 70s, **"Chaandni aur Mitti"** is a tale of longing, restraint, and love that grows quietly- like a flower in dry soil, defying everything around it.

Forced Marriage He is a angry Bird but caring ,She is a sweetheart but clever He is Sarpanch of village X she is graduated from city college He is 28, She is 22 He forced her to marry him because her sister, whom he was going to marry ran away and she supported her.Despite many efforts she could not stop this marriage & endup becoming his wife. So how will their life be, will they be able to live with each other and will their marriage be successful? Will Avni be able to adopt the customs and lifestyle of the village? 18+ Short story/(requested)