Mature themes | 18+ | 80s romance . "Door hato varna ye chhadi se peet dungi main tumko bhondu ram" Move away or I'll beat you with this stick, you foolish man. She glared at me with her big beautiful eyes. And yes, she calls me bhondu ram because I have not told her my real identity. I am so mesmerised by the way she carries herself, so soft yet so intense. She felt like a flowing river, calm from above but holding the most devastating currents within. I cleared my throat and mumbled with a pout, "Arey thoda sa hath lag gaya aapke hath ko... galti se..... maaf kardo.." I just accidentally touched your hand a little... forgive me... I held both my ears with my hands while looking at her. Every man in fifty villages would collectively get a heart attack if someone told them that Thakur AbhiUday Singh was holding his ears in front of someone. But she was different because she was Sona. My calmness in this cruel world. I looked up at her and she huffed, the frown on her beautiful face still intact as she glared at me again warning, "Dubara agar mujhe chhua to main tumhe isi naal me dubo kar maar dungi or uske pehle chhadi se peetungi bhi" If you touch me again, I will drown you in this canal itself and before that I'll beat you with this stick too. I bobbed my head up and down saying, "Nahi chhunga.... kabhi bhi nahi.. ye bhi galti se ho gaya" I won't touch you... never again... this also happened by mistake. "Mujhe chhune ka hak sirf mere pati ka hoga... or kisi ka nahi.. smajhe" Only my husband will have the right to touch me... no one else... understood? She said and began walking ahead as we were going to steal mangoes from the nearby field because madam ji wanted to eat mangoes. Her words kept ringing in my head... and I smiled... 'Chhune ka hak sirf pati ka hai....hmm...' My heart screamed. 'Only husband can touch...hmm..' 'Relax yaar' I said to my heart. TROPES chaotic fl x introvert ml slow burn romance mature themes dirty talks

Book 2 in Political series Not a standalone so please read Book 1 (YMC) He was the M.L.A who hated the word 'Love'. Defeated by life he stepped up again only to Conquer the unthinkable. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 :- The Politician who once known as a guy for his short temper and reckless actions was now known as one of the most influential M.L.A of the state. The man who made his regret and grief his shield. The man who promised to breath just for his younger brother's promise and Elder brother's love. Until she made him feel alive again... His Dil-e-noor She was that friendly and helpful GenZ assistant professor at the University and also a little bit famous influencer known for her obsession about a certain M.L.A. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 :- The woman who was always a stranger among her blood. The woman who would go to any extent just to get her freedom back. She knew freedom comes with a price....but this price was too hefty for her to pay but also too appealing for her to refuse. Until she saw those eyes...those eyes that promised to give it all to her.... Her Rana Ji Asst. Professor × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my second story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

A SEQUEL TO CLAIMED BY THE RULER OF THE WORLD. They say time heals all wounds. They're wrong. Six years ago, Star Rossini, a nobody who dared to love a king and paid the price for that audacity. The woman whose heart shattered into a million pieces in a hospital corridor, listening to the man she loved declare her better off dead. Now, she's Princess Astrid of Valdris, and she has learned that the world doesn't respect the broken. It only respects power. She stands in her palace office, watching her six-year-old son analyze stock reports with the same sharp intelligence his father possesses. Al doesn't know that the man he idolizes, the business genius he studies obsessively, is the same man who said those words about his mother. The same man who believes we're both dead. In three weeks, she will walk into the Geneva Summit as one of Europe's most powerful business leaders. She'll be surrounded by wealth, respect, and the armor she've built from six years of survival. And Dante Rossini will be there too. He thinks he's untouchable. He thinks he's built an empire on ruthlessness and cold calculation. He thinks he destroyed her six years ago. He's about to learn how wrong he is. Because the woman he knew is dead. And in her place stands a princess who bows to no one, not even the man who once ruled her world. The reckoning is coming. And this time, she's the one in control. ---------------- #1 in businessworld. 30/10/25 #1 in heir. 11/01/26 #1 in genius. 25/12/25 #2 in Love. 22/12/25

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

He married for duty, but she made him sin Arnav Devraj was never meant to fall in love. Not when his family's empire demanded obedience. He made a promise to his family, to his legacy, to a woman he didn't love. When Arnav Devraj's life becomes a battlefield between duty and desire, between Ruhi's forbidden touch and Nandini's rightful claim only one woman will win. And the other will destroy him.

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Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.