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

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔. This is a multi- couple books and follows the lives of The Thakurs who are the chieftains of Meergarh This is an 18+ book It has kinks and sex scenes You have been warned!

𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.

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. 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.

"Duty first." He says it like a rule. Like a prayer. Like something carved into bone. 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. Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. 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. 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. He belongs to the nation. 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. It is about more than one marriage. More than one longing. Brothers in uniform. Brides learning to love men who were trained never to need. 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. And yet..love does not lose. It transforms. It waits. It worships. "After the nation," he tells her softly one night, folding his uniform with careful hands, "there is only you." And for a soldier's wife in the nineties, that is not second place. That is everything.

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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