In her past life, Yu Lingxi fell from grace and was forced to marry the Regent Prince, Ning Yin. The man was breathtakingly handsome yet crippled, cruel and paranoid, a murderer of his own kin. What she feared most was the moment he would smile with blood on his hands and call softly, "Lingxi, come here." Two years after the wedding, Yu Lingxi died suddenly. After her death, Ning Yin held no funeral, set no mourning hall. Instead, he lost what little reason he had left and drowned the capital in blood. --- When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of fifteen, still the highborn daughter of a powerful general's household, while Ning Yin had yet to become the ruthless regent who ruled above all. Fueled by hatred, she set out to find and planning to teach him a painful lesson as payback for her past life. But when she saw him pinned down in the mud, about to have his leg broken, she realized how pitiful his past truly was. Instead of hurting him, she saved him. With no other choice, Yu Lingxi took the pitiful boy in and tried to raise him into a kind, upright young man. Yet as time passed, his eyes grew darker and more possessive, as if hiding something dangerous beneath. --- His POV: At his lowest, Ning Yin was no better than a stray dog, until Yu Lingxi found him, brought him light. He cleaned his hands of blood, restrained his claws, and tried to become the man she wished for. But just when he thought he could finally keep her, she smiled gently and said, "You've grown into a learned and virtuous man. You should return to the palace and claim your title, Your Highness. I have to prepare for my wedding." The warmth drained from his face. The jade hairpin he had meant to gift her pierced into his palm, drawing blood that dripped down his fingers. He laughed as he placed the blood-stained ornament in her hair, voice hoarse and trembling on the edge of madness. "Then let this life of mine be my wedding gift to you."

Bhavesh leaned in closer to her lips almost touching his lips with hers and whispered "I missed you Jaya. So much that you can't even imagine it. I always craved for you. To be around you. To be with you. Did you miss me too?" Listening to him Jaya's breath hitched and she nodded her head as it seems her words were stucked in her throat. Not getting any verbal response Bhavesh removed his hands from the wall and cupped her jaw while pressing it and said "Answer me verbally biwi." Looking at his dark eyes Jaya stuttered her response "Ye... Yesss... I... I. missed you too." Hearing her reply there was a smile on Bhavesh face. He inclined his face more towards Jaya and whispered "If my biwi permits can I kiss her?" . . Jaya & Bhavesh were tied in a marriage at the tender age of 9 and 11. Getting separated after few months of marriage they both built their new life. Now after 9 years their union happened again. How will they help and support eachother. Will they be able to complete "CHAR KADAM" of their life by holding hands or will societal pressure will make them the typical couple of 1960's. Dive in to know. Sunshine x Sunshine Dominant x Submissive

"𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞" "YOU ARE NO ONE TO ME" She screamed but regretted it in the next second when she looked up at him. He was shaking with anger. His jaw and hands were tightly clenched. His cold green eyes turned into dark, pitch dark. She could clearly see his veins popping out of his skin. "Today I will fucking show you, who I am to you" His loud shout echoed in the entire hall making her flinch in response. Without waiting for a second, he threw her over his shoulder making his way towards his room. "NO" She yelled and started wriggling furiously, but of no use. His strength overpowering her feeble attempts. Closing the door using his legs, he threw her on the bed. He removed his shirt while smirking lustfully and evilly at her. She tried to run away but he caught her feet and pulled her towards him. "Tonight, I will have you in the worst way possible... Your taste, scent, and feel your skin next to mine... I want it all tonight" He whispered huskily in her ear. ☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎ The handsome billionaire Adhiraj Malhotra gets married to Avantika Singhania, a gorgeous gynaecologist but he rejects her on the marriage day itself. What happens when he madly falls in love with her while she hates him with her all guts? What happens when he hurts her again in his dangerous obsession? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆. Started: 25th February 2022 Best Rankings: #14 in marriage out of 60.2K stories #9 in indian out of 20.3K stories #4 in forcedmarriage out of 5.5K stories #3 in madlove out of 1.7K stories

1950s India-where duty outweighs desire, and love is a luxury few can afford. Aadhya, a timid yet resilient young woman, is wedded to Kaustubh Singh, a cold and ambitious IAS officer. Their marriage is not built on love but on duty, tradition, and societal expectations. While Kaustubh buries himself in files, power, and the rigid structure of his profession, Aadhya is left behind in the shadows of a grand yet loveless home, silenced by the weight of unspoken words. But silence is never empty-it echoes. As secrets unfold, as stolen glances turn into something deeper, will Kaustubh ever see the woman standing right beside him? Or will Aadhya remain just a name in his life, never a place in his heart? A tale of unfulfilled vows, aching loneliness, and a love that may come too late...

Sometimes, unexpected things happen in life-things that turn our world upside down. For Aarohi, her wedding day, the day she'd dreamed of for years, became the moment everything changed. Dressed in a delicate pastel lehenga, walking toward the man she thought she'd spend her life with. But Her dreams, her desires, everything she thought she knew about love and safety, lay in pieces at her feet. Thrust into a world ruled by a ruthless mafia, Aarohi is forced to navigate a life where nothing is certain, and revenge is the only language spoken. The man who took everything from her may have claimed her body, but will he be able to control her heart?

Evara Rathore loves two things: iced coffee and the scent of old romance novels. At 19, she's a royal by blood, a modern Indian girl by spirit, and a total daydreamer when it comes to love. But her world turns upside down when her grandfather reminds her of a decades-old pact-a marriage arrangement made with his college best friend in New York. Enter Zyran Wolfe: 30, billionaire tech CEO, black coffee enthusiast, and emotionally unreadable. He doesn't believe in distractions. He lives by rules. And he has no time for love... until Evara walks into his perfectly ordered life in pastel kurtis and lip gloss, disrupting everything. Cold. Magnetic. Possessive. Zyran never wanted a wife. But the moment he lays eyes on Evara, something shifts. This isn't your usual love story. It's chai meets espresso. Royal warmth meets billionaire frost. And a marriage neither saw coming might just become the love story of a lifetime.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 '𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄' 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲?

18+ strictly , it contains hindi smut Veeransh Thakur Sarpanch of village. His name is enough to make people shiver. Rude, Ruthless, fearless and emotionless After his father he take the position of sarpanch of village. 6 feet height, muscular body, fair colour, black eyes and handsome face makes him so hot. Suhani singh A beautiful introvert girl , lives with her uncle and aunt in city after her parents died. She is sweet , kind , calm and innocent. She never get love after her parents. But her life take 90° degree turn when veeransh entered in her life. This story set in village society. It contains mature scenes and language. If you are not comfortable then don't read . English is not my first language so ignore mistakes. Mostly dialogues is in hindi.. So if you looking for love stories with lots of smuts then you are in right place. So enjoy the story.

His phone buzzed, unable to resist he glanced at the screen --and his breath caught, his composure wavered at the images filled his view as she had sent him her pictures sparked by her friends teasing suggestion. The sight of her was irresistibly alluring. She lay bare, with nothing but a small pillow covering her treasures, her two melons were tantalizingly hidden from view, her delicate fingers grasping them gently. Her other hand rested sensuously on her thigh, the movement of her fingers slow and deliberate . A rush of heat surged through him, and a deep ache settled low in his core as he shifted discreetly. ****** Rudraksh Singh sekhawat was a man forged by fire this name carried weight, respect, and fear. Aarna Thakur was everything Rudraksh was not. Innocent, sheltered, and untouched by the world's harsh realities. Bound my unbreakable vow and someone's wish he found himself marrying a girl 11 years younger . His marriage was a duty, a commitment made out of obligation rather than desire. KathleenNoir Copyright@2024 Mature Content! © All Rights Reserved

She had no idea that meeting him would be the beginning of her worst nightmare. He was destruction in human form, he was her nightmare. ⁠益⁠ Story of a villain ⚠️Warning to all of the readers, The story contains dark theme. It is not a normal content, i wrote 21+ for a reason, the story is going to have many vulgar, dirty sex, violent abuse scenes and when I said alot, that means alot, the main lead is not a good man in any way, neither any character in this story. I don't normalise anything neither support it. It is an adult content so read it to your own risk. DO not report my book or i will take my other books down as well.